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thecryptidwizard · 11 months
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Ryoma dressed like a horror movie final girl.
wasn't sure which final girl you wanted, so i chose Ellen Ripley from Alien!
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💛PINNED POST💛
WHAT THIS SIDE BLOG IS ABOUT:
this is a sideblog is dedicated to making and sharing original selfship content made by and for proshippers and proship safe people
stolen, reclaimed, borrowed, etcetera posts and submissions will not be hosted on this blog. i hold no ill will to anyone who steals, reclaims, etcetera posts from antis, nor do i have any wish for them to be shamed or stopped, but as stated above, this blog is solely for original posts
if a post or submission is inspired by an anti's post, then that is different because it transforms the idea and makes it into something new with a personal twist
this blog will cover a lot of different kind of selfship stuff, from imagines to polls, questions, ask games, reblog games, memes, art and craft ideas, and more
this blog will also cover a range of different types of F/O relationships, from romantic, platonic, familiar, shipcest, and darkship
requests are ALWAYS open by the way!! it may take me a while to get around to them, but i promise i will. i love getting requests, i'm just chronically tired lol
also, in order to avoid being nuked, this account will is SFW only
ABOUT ME:
you can find my main blog @littlefaeella, my selfship banners and userboxes blog @proselfship-banners-n-boxes, or my personal selfship sideblog @ella-the-og-normalshipper
the character in my profile picture and banners is my sona, sticky note the sticky note, she is the host of this blog as far as i'm concerned lol XP
also, i don't check blogs before i reblogged from them unless i have any amount of doubt that are proship or proship safe, and considering i reblog from the tags... please don't assume that i do or do not support something just because i reblogged from someone who does or does support something
PEOPLE WHO I WILL BLOCK:
antis
"cosang", "radqueer"/prats and other supporters of abusive relationships in real life, racists, and lgbt-phobic people pedophiles, zoophiles, necrophiles (big 3) and supporters, sympathizers and people neutral towards the big 3 and other harmful and inherently non-consensual paras poppyblr/pro underage RPF anybody who tells people to kill themselves, they deserve to die, deserve to be hurt, doxxed, harassed, etcetera
TAGS (under cut due to length, encouraged to look over them if you have any squicks, icks, or triggers):
IMAGINES
original imagine
reblogged imagine
submitted imagine
requested imagine
romantic imagine
platonic imagine
familiar imagine
shipcest imagine
darkship imagine
nonspecific relationship imagine
F/Os (disclaimer, child, parent, sibling, and extended family are all inherently familiar and non shipcest or romantic tags unless specified otherwise)
villain f/o
hero f/o
sidekick f/o
yandere f/o
darling f/o
monster f/o
non or beyond human f/o
royal f/o
knight f/o
parent f/o
child f/o
sibling f/o
extended family f/o
OTHER SELFSHIP STUFF
non imagine
original non imagine
reblogged non imagine
submitted non imagine
requested non imagine
selfship ask game
selfship reblog game
selfship arts and crafts
selfship bonding activities
selfship poll
selfship questions
selfship positivity
selfship meme
selfship promo
selfship banners
OTHER STUFF
sticky note stuff
sticky note speaks
banner and pnj masterpost
banner and pnj masterpost reblog
ask box
askbox
blog update
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hhoneycloves · 22 days
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MEET THE SILLY
Salutation! Time for a proper introduction. This is a long one, sit tight!
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My name is Noah!
You can call me honeycloves or Clock Noah if you'd like. [he/him they/them, preference for he] I'm transgender, neurodivergent [ADHD], and 17
Commissions currently CLOSED, but I will consider art trades. More information [DNI, Socials, Etc.] under the cut :3
My hobbies and interests include: Drawing - Worldbuilding - Character Design Music - Foraging [plants!!!] - Color Theory Conlangs - Space/The Universe - Old Internet
My hyperfixations include: Chonny Jash / CCCC [main fixation] Among Us - ENA - Minecraft + other little ones that i probably dont notice unless someone brings them up
Things to note: - For anyone who may consider it a "typing quirk," I will occasionally capitalize words for Emphasis, but usually nothing more [ie; what the Fuck is going on]. If you would prefer I not do this if I'm speaking with you, please ask ^^ - I AM A MINOR. please do not talk extensively about sexual content w/ me. - I am currently in a long term relationship and platonic flirting makes me Very Uncomfortable.
Do Not Interact IF: - you meet basic DNI criteria - you post or reblog NSFW material - you are over 30 [unless you're conducting business] PLEASE DON'T: - Steal my art?? deadass just don't do it :D - Use slurs when talking to me [reclaimable or not] [["queer" is ok ]] You may: - Draw my characters/draw things for me! I would appreciate it - Ask me about commissions/art trades - Ask me about anything, really! Provided you aren't seeking my personal information or being Gross.
Looking for me? Toyhou.se - honeycloves- Lioden - #199833 / #200007 Artfight - honeycloves_ you can ask for my discord IF we have talked before. if you want to reach out to me just to chat or ask a silly question, go ahead!
that is all! :3 thank you for your time. I may update this in the future. LAST EDITED: [03-19-2024]
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orphicrose · 25 days
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Fish out of water
(Arthur x OCPirate!Fem!Reader)
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My art, don't steal please.
Prologue
Summary : Orphia has to leave her destined life as a pirate behind when she is marooned in America. Losing everything, and having to rediscover how to survive on the earth. Living a new life with little help. Till she falls in with a gang, not being able to bring herself to rejoin the sea and leaving those who she cares for.
! ! This is going to have a decent amount of chapters. I understand that it being long is intimidating for some to read, but despite if no one is interested i will be continuing this as its a passion project of mine. Skip the prologue if you want to! But it is important for the story. I do love a slow burn story with a lot of backstory so I apologise.
Warnings !! Guns, violence, swearing, slight g0re
Words : 3k
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The mistress of the Atlantic was a old wives tale, told to children to petrify them into desired behavior. A name whispered in hushed tones across every tavern along the coast. Her true reputation proceeding her, striking justified fear into sailors and merchants alike. Eyes that gleamed with the cold fury of a storm-tossed sea, the embodiment of terror on the high seas. Not because she was a ruthless killer. Because she was a calculated woman, not afraid to teach those a lesson who under estimate her. She was feared for her sudden appearances, and her story. No woman during this time had ever accomplished such control over her men as she had managed, and in the eyes of those who had heard the stories they thought she was a witch. A witch who casted a spell on her crew.
Her uncanny ability to outmaneuver and outsmart her enemies struck a interest in the men she now called her crew. Never a boring day at sea with her. Respect being earnt, and not expected. That's one of the reasons they never left her side, her leadership was like no other. She pulled her weight and ensured the safety in return for their service. Till disaster finally stuck. Her luck sailing to an end.
It was 1890, Orphia had been a pirate captain for almost a decade. Learning from her experiences and growing as a leader. But even when the brightest minds are caught off guard, they can be overthrown.
A freeing breeze whipped through the sails as normal, waves crashing against the solid wood of the black pearl. Blue stretching for miles as the horizon curved at the edge of the earth. "Captain!" a voice hurried from behind her followed by a herd of footsteps. Orphia turned to find her brother, her first hand man. Stood in front of the audience of her crew. "They caught up with us, and they have friends" he pointed to the armed force of army ships a few miles away. The English army had been chasing them for years, they had grown too smart and advanced with their knowledge on Orphias crew.
The battle was short, but it seemed the dawn had caught up with them as the darkening sky came upon them as the deafening raw of dozens of cannons terrified the night. Ships closed in around the black pearl, suffocating it's structure. Orphia had to say goodbye to her life that day. The ship began taking on water fast as the four rival ships battered it beyond repair. Fires not being given the mercy by the salt water, bringing down the sails as they crashed into the deck. Cries for their captains help haunt her mind to this day.
If her brother hadn't pulled her from the burning pits of the crumbling platform, she wouldn't be here. Jumping into the pits of the dark blue below them with nothing but survival in their minds.
She had woken up on a muddy shore, a pistol still tangled in her hands. Sunburnt and covered in seaweed. The crew was scattered on the sea bed along with their former vessel. Determination to reclaim her lost glory was lost along with everything else, except for one other survivor. Enzo had been awake for a lot longer than her, pulling himself along the coast with bruised hands. Looking for his sister. She ran to the body on the floor, looking like a burnt corpse.
His shrapnel wound shifted her priorities to a pure motif of survival. "Am i going to die? Orphia?" his voice was desperate, digging his nails into the dirt next to him.
"Hush. I made a promise to our father that i wouldn't let that happen" she tightened the cloth ,that she ripped from her own shirt, around the bloody mess on the young boys leg. He gritted his teeth together in agony, refusing to let out a noise. "Right..." The pirate pulled the hat off her head, twisting it in her hands to ring out the water. "We need shelter, think you could stand"
The boy looked at her as if she was an idiot, motioning to the blood stained dirt surrounding his limb. "Think for a second. What do you think the answer to that question is?"
Orphia scoffed, her hat landing atop her hair once again. She hoisted the boy up, leaning his full body weight on hers as his arm clutched around her shoulder like a walking stick. "Don't be a smart ass, or I'll leave it here"
Dragging the harmed man through the deep swamps of mud was no easy task, but she managed. The morning sun setting over the Lemoyne landscape gave a nice feeling of their drenched clothes drying off.
A house stood, hidden behind bushes and a large forest along the coast. A miracle, she thought. The mansion itself is a grand, yet dilapidated structure. The surrounding marshland serving as an efficient barrier from unwelcomed guests. Though the atmosphere was eerie and foreboding, it was the perfect place to hide.
Enzo rested as best he could, tossing and turning as soon as night rolled around. Orphia spent the next week hunting with a small knife, not having much luck considering she had never done it before. Managing to steal a chicken from a farmers stead in the night was her best bet at survival. "My leg" The boy whimpered, gripping at his leg with both hands. His head was covered in blankets of sweat and his body burned to the touch. "Its not gone gangrene, you'll be fine" Orphia mumbled, peeling away the rotting dressing that covered it.
"Tell that to the metal in my leg" He hissed in pain.
She made attempts at stealing medicine from a small town, but their guns were intimidating enough to make her turn the other way. The gun powder in her pistol soaked, not having the right tools to fix it she was effectively weaponless. Defenseless. Back to being the damsel in distress, not being able to help herself or her brother. She was no one on land. A fish out of water.
"Use your knife" "against a whole town of fully armed Americans?" She scoffed "I don't think so, kid"
"So, steal a gun."
"You aren't very smart are you?" the two bickered around the fire they had made outside the home. Sharing an old tin of beans they found in an old wagon. Orphia spent the night pondering. Her next task was to find some sort of weapon. Perhaps she could trade for it. Or sell something. But what.
Society scared her, the unnatural order of it all. The stillness of the land made her feel ill. But she had to somewhat conform if they were going to survive. Then it hit her, that farmer she stole chickens from had a nasty shotgun on him. She'd nearly fallen victim to him countless times. She knew he was a drunk, a drunk who passed out when consumed to much. She can use that to her advantage.
The next night, she waited. Watched him from afar. The man was sat on his porch, polishing said shotgun funnily enough. A bottle of beer sat next to his chair. Not long passed before the old farmer fell asleep, rocking on his chair and spilling the contents of his drink all over the wooden floor.
Orphia suck up to him, a cloth tied round her face as to not reveal her identity. It was too easy to be true. She snatched the gun from the floor next to him and ran like she was being chased by it. Snatching a chicken on the way put because why not. The alarm calls from its friends woke the man, he stood abruptely to the sight of the figure running away like a fox. Even more alarmed when he went to reach for his shot gun and finding his hands empty.
"I'll catch you, little maggot!"
Orphia laughed with relief as her legs carried her further and further away, holding both the chicken and the gun.
"You did it? You beautiful bastard" Enzo cheered at her as she entered the home. "Who's not very smart now" He prodded at her, pulling himself to his feet using the table in front of his chair. His sister moved round the table and pushed him back onto the chair. Causing a painful sigh to escape him.
"Now i just need to somehow steal medicine" She threw the now deceased animal onto the table alongside with her newly obtained wespon.
"Going at night would be easier, no?" The boy began to pluch the feathers from the chicken.
"That's a idea, but the sheriffs is right next door. and I'd have to cause a lot of noise to get in." Her hands were rested on the table as she leaned on them. pondering once again. "I'm going to wait till morning, when it first opens. The sheriff on morning duty is another drunk so there's a high possibility he will be hung over or passed out"
"Look at you go, cowboy" Enzo threw a feather at her playfully, Orphia lightly whacking his head in return.
"Dirty pirate" She laughed back. "someone has to get us out of this"
Early the next morning, before the sun even had a chance to unveil itself, Orphia threw on her jacket riddled with holes. The shotgun was thrown over her shoulder, and fabric was tied around her face to once again hide herself.
The town was close to the farm she had been robbing for, the citizens calling it Rhodes. It had everything you'd need. So she didn't want to cause to many issues, as it was the closest civilisation to her apart from the big city. Saint denis. But she would be avoiding that sespit at all costs.
The sun peaked over the horizon as the doctor unlocked the door into his establishment. The rest of the town quiet of people. Orphia snuck through the door as he was settling into the desk in front of her. Pointing the gun at him to see when he turned around. A frightened 'Oh!' left his lips, immediately raising his hands as if he had done this before.
"I don't want to hurt you" was her first words, pushing forward towards him. "Keep quiet, and give me something to treat a wound, and you keep your head"
The pharmacist began sweating profusely, his poor mustache twitching above his lip. His hands still in the air, a finger stretched and pointed at the shelf on the far end of the shop. Bandages and tonics sitting idly, rising sun shining through the glass bottles and reflecting on the wood of the floor.
Her gun never left his site, keeping a keen eye for any sudden movements as she walked sideways to the cabinet. Using a free hand to stash anything she could find into her satchel, and backing away into the door behind her. When she was out, she ran. As fast as she knew how to.
It wasn't long till she could hear the Clerk shouting for help, the sluggish sheriff flying through the doors to see the commotion. But it was too late. She was already out of site.
Enzos wounds were tended to properly, disinfected and bandaged. A wave of relief hit the two, hope for a better tomorrow. "You know, you could have just casually stole this shit without pointing a gun at the poor man" Orphia tightened the fabric around his leg, causing him to wince in pain.
"Yeah well, I haven't exactly been cowboying for that long" she tapped his leg, again, causing him to hiss. "Maybe you can give me some lessons when you get up off your ass"
"Hey, it's not my fault i can't walk" He fell silent after the sentence left his mouth. Neither of them having a chance to grieve, to really think about what happened. Their whole life was on sea, they barely remember anything before that. That ship had been their home since they were children, baring victim to its cellar for a large portion of their childhoods.
"Are we going to talk about what happened?" Enzo mumbled, looking up to his sister from his resting place by the fire. She shook her head. "There's nothing to talk about, our luck ran out and they got us."
"We lost our friends. Are we just going to ignore that?"
"What do you want me to say? Want me to throw a funeral for all 22 of them without their bodies?" She bit back rather quickly, pulling the hat from her head and playing with the feather. "If we think too deep about it, we wont be able to move on. The army believe we are all gone, so we have the chance to start over. Lets take it" Orphia's tone shifting to a more desperate one, turning to see him. "You're only 19, brother, you still have so much ahead of you"
His face solemn, looking deep into the pits of the fiery blaze in front of him. "Where do we go from here?"
She thought for a second, sharing his view. Then looking over at the house behind her. "We already have shelter, lets focus on food for now. Maybe i'll look into getting us some money."
"What? You want to join this shit hole?"
"If we are going to stay here, we need to play the part. I don't like it either"
Enzo made quick progress over the next week, on the third day he managed to catch a rabbit. Orphia will never know how it happened but she was grateful to have a proper meal that night. They made acquaintances with some of the locals, Enzo sweet talking some strangers into lending him a bow. Which massively improved their diet. Adapting rather fast to their new life style.
In means of money, they kept to a piratey rout. Setting up small heists and jobs around towns to get some simple cash flow.
These jobs consisted of simple robberies, stealing carriages and selling them. Things like that. But with the new rise in crime, they also had competition with rival gangs. The lemoyne raiders being especially a pain in the arse, more so than Sherrif grey.
"Hey, check this out!" Enzo was heard, shouting from outside the gates of shady bell. His figure not visible. Orphia stood from her seat on the porch, looking around for the source of the sound.
His head bopping over the hedges around him, finally revealing a large black and red horse he had found. His legs flung around as his arms wrapped around the neck of the beast for dear life. "I don't know how to control it!" He yelped, turning to a worried mess as the horse attempted to buck him off its back. Orphia sat back down, agreeing that this was his well earned Karma.
"Orphia! Help! Please, i'm going to die up he-" His back his the floor with an 'oof'. Leaving the horse to roam freely around the edge of the swamp, still visibly disturbed. "She was fine earlier, maybe she saw you and was spooked" He clutched at his winded abdomen. His sister stifling a laugh as she shook her head.
"You're going to have such a stupid death one day." she laughed between words, resuming to polish her gun. Her idiotic brother climbing to his feet and attempting to win over the horse once again.
"Lets call her Pearl. She will be our new vessle" He shouted over, now standing a meter from the rearing horse with his hands out ready.
"No, you cant just use the same name again"
"Okay, you think of something."
Orphia looked up at the horse. "Hmm" she readjusted in her seat.
"What about Atlantic. No. Atlantis"
"Atlantis" He repeated. "Makes sense, she was lost before i found her."
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flightyquinn · 3 months
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AI Haters, Please Read to the End
I see people celebrating every time something bad happens in the AI art world, and that makes me very sad. Because I am partially colorblind, and have ADHD, clinical depression, and other health issues that I'm less comfortable talking about. Because I can't work, and rely on family for housing and government assistance to afford essentials. For someone like me, the barrier to entry on art is high. I'm never going to own a drawing tablet, I can't get professional lessons, my focus sucks to the point where it's hard to follow tutorials no matter how much I want to, and even if all of that could be sorted, my own eyes are against me.
But I still have ideas. I still have pictures in my head that want to get out. Characters that want faces, scenes that want to be expressed, and the like. I'm still creative. I just can't properly express that creativity. Nor can I pay someone else to express it for me. However, I can tell an AI what I'm trying to depict. I can tweak the settings, make small changes, spend hours on end generating and re-generating, tweaking and re-tweaking, and making small edits that are within my power to do, until I have a picture that satisfies my need to bring the thing in my head to life. That's not "stealing". It's not pushing a button and letting the computer do the work for me. That's me having my own ideas, and trying to use the tools at my disposal to turn them into something that other people can see.
Plus, there's one other thing I can do. This is a picture I generated with AI that I'm actually quite proud of.
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And do you know why? Because it started as this.
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I fed my terrible MSPaint rough as hell doodle into an AI, and told it what the picture was supposed to be. And I tried again, and again, and again, until I was able to refine the result into something that I was happy with - which took a whole lot more than just pressing the button again, let me tell you.
This is my idea, from start to finish, and my shitty art became something that actually looks halfway decent. Yeah, I'm aware of the wonkiness and AI jank. I know the jawline's weird, his eyes don't match, and there's something up with his ear. It's not perfect, but it's a whole lot better than what I could do on my own.
Look, when it comes to stopping the commercialization of AI art, I'm right there with you guys. Fuck corporations that want to replace their whole art department. Fuck people who want to impersonate other artists, or take commissions to turn someone's description of what they want into a prompt. Hell, fuck the people who take the first result they're given without trying to refine it at all!
However, I don't want AI to die. AI is an accessibility option. AI is a tool that lets me go from saying for years, "I wish I could have art of my first D&D character, I have so many fond memories of him." to having that one picture. It lets me stop stealing every time I want a character portrait for a new TTRPG that I'm starting up. Because you know what? I don't have the ability to be a "real artist", and I never will. There's too many barriers for entry.
...and my situation is mild compared to what some people have to deal with. Sure, there are people who find ways to make traditional art despite disabilities, but that's an exception. It could be the rule. Why shouldn't it be?
As far as "theft" goes, I have yet to hear one explanation of why it's okay to use references, but not AI, that didn't boil down to "it's different when we do it". And what about collage? Is a collage art, or is it "theft?" What about sculptural works that use reclaimed objects? They didn't create that. They just decided how it would be arranged. Hell, what about pieces like "The Fountain" for that matter? That's a big problem I have with all this hate. If you applied the same standards to other things as to AI, then there's a lot of things that currently are art we'd have to say aren't any more.
If you have a problem with AI, why not work to make it better, instead of trying to deprive people who rely on it for self-expression of a creative outlet?
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astarriscus · 2 years
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ byf / dni ꒱ ˎˊ˗
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. . . do not interact if : ✧࿐
basic dni category : racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, disrespect others sexualities/pronouns/identity, ableist, acephobic, arophobic, terf, map, use slurs you can't reclaim, etc.
you ship canon/explicitly stated minors w/ adults , support nfts , plagiarize / steal , repost art w/o permission / credit
you believe fiction =/= reality whatsoever. this is a topic that isn't entirely black and white, but i want nothing to do with you if you justify or are okay with incest, rape, pedophilia, in fiction
i am a minor of 15+ y/o. dni if you are entirely a nsfw/dc/mdni blog! you're free to like/follow/read/reblog, but not anything beyond that
i don't mind age, but to those 12-, please be careful w/ content you might find in my blog/s. to those 18+, keep in mind i am a minor
if you send or encourage hate. ( people can change, just please dni if you've done this in the last 6 months )
want to bring in in toxicity. please don't. i want my blog to be a safe space for those here.
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beetle--bugs · 3 years
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SOME RULES/DNI, TAG LIST, & SOCIALS
DNI:
• please do not steal or trace my ocs or art or claim they are yours
• my art CANNOT be used for ai bot training, nfts, or anything of that sort
• please refrain from kinning my characters/ocs (jokingly is fine if I know you, but otherwise please don't it makes me uncomfortable)
• some of my ocs will contain triggering content in their backstories/stories in general, but all will be tagged appropriately (usually it will be a Toyhouse link w a warning and not directly in the post)
• I am genderflux, (unspecified)ace, queer, mlm, mixed race (black, indigenous, white, unspecified), and an aggressively anarchal socio-communist.
• I am mentally ill; anxiety, depression, autism, ADHD, psychosis, etc; obviously this means I am anti-ableism
• this blog is STRICTLY pro-queer liberation, anti-racist, anti-capitalist, anti-n*zi, and supports BLM and ACAB. dni if you are not also these things/support BLM/ACAB
• I also support xenogenders and neopronouns; I use many neopronouns myself
• I am pro-slur reclaimation (I will tag properly should I use any myself, the only ones you may see here are queer-specific (aka f*ggot or tr*nny, less so the latter)
• I am anti-terf/swerf and pro-sex work
• I am anti-truscum and anti-transmed
• I will NOT be actively discussing discourse on this blog as personally a lot of it is triggering, and I know it is for others as well
• if your basic moral compass doesn't align with mine, then please unfollow me or don't follow in the first place. I will block as needed.
• PLEASE do not solicit in my asks, dms, or submissions, this includes asking me to reblog a post (of ANY kind), asking me to listen to your music, or trying to sell me characters/commissions (IF I HAVEN'T ASKED. I may ask y'all to send me commission information from time to time!)
TAGS:
• #beetle oc tag- ocs that belong to me
• #my art- art that's mine
• #others ocs- ocs that belong to other people
• #toyhouse link- post that includes a link to a toyhouse character
• #beetle talks- non art stuff that's just me talking or shitposting
• #not art- non art posts
• how I tag my tws/cws: in general I do not censor my tw/cw tags, at request I can add censored versions. normally they will look like this: "#tw self harm" accompanied by "cw self harm".
• things I tag (should they ever show up, many won't): (mentions of) incest, racism, anti-semitism, homophobia transphobia, acephobia, insects, slur usage, ableism, nsfw, nudity, self harm, gore, blood, r*pe (this is the only one I censor, and it will be accompanied by sexual assault tags as well), anything graphic or graphically described, etc.
• you may ask me to tag things but they will not be tagged as a tw/cw, they will just be tagged as the thing. (i.e. if you ask me to tag fish/ocean creatures (image or mention), it will just be tagged as "fish" or "ocean creatures", etc.
OTHER SOCIALS:
all can be found here; this includes my toyhouse, artfight, paypal, and pronouny!
I think that's all for now, thank you for reading! :)
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fuicchii · 4 years
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ー please don't steal my art or reclaim it as your own
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thecryptidwizard · 18 days
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Timeless Weather 🌧️
Commission for @ryoma-supremacy :)c‼️💞
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thecryptidwizard · 9 months
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It's his special day again :)))!!! The sweetie pie!!!
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LORD HARMACY
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thecryptidwizard · 6 months
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wip :]c
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thecryptidwizard · 11 months
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Xavier, The Mushroom Wizard 😳 👉 👈 🍄
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5'8 (172.7 cm)
A former royal who willingly separated from the rest of their family after being unable to handle their disputes with other kingdoms any longer. He's easily anxious at times, but remains courteous and orderly. Xavier is considered the most rational of the bunch of bounty hunters, and is usually the reason why or how they're still alive after missions.
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thecryptidwizard · 1 month
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Poke of mon :]
Backstories and details under the cut!
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thecryptidwizard · 8 months
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Are you ready, gym challenger?
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thecryptidwizard · 1 month
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Party gorls 😺🐰
Unfiltered versions under the cut teehee~
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thecryptidwizard · 7 months
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I can't add a normal caption cause im just. yknow. so just imagine i'm clawing at the dirt and growling or somthin idk!!
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