inspired by a conversation with my partner. please respect my vision and don't put "victims" in the tags
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Hello everyone, I really don't like asking for it, but it's undeniable that me and my housemates could use some help.
We live in a very conservative area, and all of us are visibly queer. We're trying to raise funds to move somewhere safer, but the only way I can earn income safely is through art, as I've been threatened or put in harm's way due to my apparent trans-ness at every place I've worked at. My roommates face similar tribulations, living in the public eye here is simply unsustainable.
There's more info on the going-ons of our situation in the gofundme, but if you can't afford to donate, sharing this post, my commission post, or the gofundme on my other social medias does so much in the way of getting us out of here.
if you'd rather donate directly, my paypal and kofi.
We are extremely appreciative of any help we can get, shares makes a huge difference.
AND, for your time, an image of our cat, Mr Mayor, who you would also be benefiting.
Thank you.
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my hands look like this (bloodied with the stains of foul deeds and scheming) so his can look like this (pristine and unsullied as he ascends the throne with conscience clear)
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Hello! I just wanted to say that I love your scrybeswap au designs. So much so that they inspired me and I was wondering if you'd be ok with me making a 3D model of your scrybe of magicks P03 design. I just wanted to get your permission first because I wasn't sure if you'd be ok with it or not, but it's ok if not :]
omg i'm so flattered to have inspired you so much!! it's honestly floored me how much ppl have been enjoying the scrybeswap stuff...
i would just request design credit for magick p03, but otherwise have at it! and pls tag me or show me when you're done, a 3D model of that design sounds bomb as hell
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MaisieHPeters: unboxing the good witch on vinyl for the first time!!!!! get ur hands on the album 😚
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The Beach That Makes You Old is an interactive fiction game about the titular "care" facility and the patients/prisoners within. you play as someone on the outside who gets contacted by someone on the inside.
TBTMYO will be released on march 26th for free-in-browser or $8 usd to download on my itchio!
i've been working on this project for approx 9 months and i'm excited to finally get to share it. it's a lot of my feelings about psych institutionalization, interacting with medical care as a disabled person, and how just because your body doesn't work, it doesn't mean you deserve to die.
i've been billing it as a horror/dark comedy and after my partner played it for the first time, they told me "i didn't realize it would be so...fucked up" which is a ringing endorsement if i've ever heard one
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Neil "orange cat" Josten, Andrew "black cat" Minyard, and Kevin "wet cat" Day
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Hellooooo
Hey ppl!!! I'm kind of back but not really, just here to drop a short piece of Huskerdust content that a friend requested for me <3
The sound of a door being slammed echoed throughout the hotel, the silence that had previously lain there being replaced by an endless string of murmured profanities. Husk quickly got up, his nap interrupted by Angel Dust sitting down on one of the bar stools.
Difficult night? - The barista asked, preparing the necessary supplements to make the drink that Angel used to order on these occasions.
Yes, stupid Val and his fucking demands. - The boy growled, his expression appearing crestfallen and irritated at the same time.
The usual?-Inquired Husk, raising an eyebrow.
Yes - He sighed, collapsing the bar, resting his head on his arms and then running a hand through his white hair, messing it up in the process.
Husk began to prepare the drink, knowing that the other boy was just about to start talking about the hard, long work days that Valento made him endure. He hated seeing Angel like this, he really did, but he also understood that there wasn't much he could do other than give him an ear to listen to him, a shoulder he could cry on without being judged, and a place where he could leave that facade, stop being Angel Dust and letting himself be Anthony even if it is just for a few hours. Not that he could fight for a soul with an overlord much more powerful than him -After all, he had done it before and look where he left him, one of the many slaves of Mr. Smiles.-
Here you go, Thony. - Husk said as he slid the drink across the bar. a small smile formed on Angel's lips upon hearing the nickname..
Noticing Angel's small gesture, Husk smiled back, almost involuntarily.
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