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xereiux · 1 year

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And here I come again,

I rrreally want to keep drawing qsmp stuff, I have sooo many ideas, designs i want to make and sooo little time its unreal.

I also want to practice color and rendering but AGAIN, TIME.

#qsmp #foolish gamers #qsmp foolish #qsmp vegetta #vegettafanart #their interactions? everything to me #love the gifts they give each other (mostly vegetta to foolish #sorry again for being so late #i made this more than a week ago #i was even proud of myself #“oh wow i will get to post this early!”#and then i didn't #hope you like the art

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shmaroace · 1 year

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don't get me wrong, i love all the positivity around being aro, like "be proud of being aro!! love who you are!!", but we never talk about how hard it is to reach that spot. so here's to the aros who are still trying to understand themselves, who aren't proud of who they are yet, who are still coming to terms with their new identity.

#i was in serious denial about being aro for a long time like i knew the label and knew it fit but i refused to use it for several months #even after that point it took a while for me to be comfortable with the label or saying it #and this is not a bad thing!! being aro basically requires you to undo all the societal brainwashing you grew up with #and there is so much arophobia that it's hard to find positivity #i got lucky w/ this blog and the people i follow but i know i had a hard time being as proud of myself and my queerness as i am now #this doesn't even really have to be an aro statement like i think it could fit most queer experiences #sorry for the long tags haha #aro #aromantic #arospec #aromanticism #aro pride #aro positivity #aroace #aspec #1k #5k #6k #7k

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charlies-tma-blog · 2 months

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as much as i LOVE all the multi-layered tmagp statements where you have to think about who is reading out which statement, and how it plays into the metaplot and everything going on, i’ve missed statements about it unhinged lil guys terrorising people for fun. like yes creature made entirely of sharp needles stab a guy and call the cops to feed off their fears. slay

#don’t even get me STARTED on the laugh #i adore a good unhinged laugh and this was *chef’s kiss*#i WILL be listening to tmagp 6 on repeat throughout this week. i love this lil guy #also so proud of myself for recognising celia’s voice 🕺🏼#tmagp #char listens to tma #tmagp thoughts #jonathan sims #tma #the magnus protocol #needles

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ventique18 · 21 days

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Anyway here's the initial sketch of Farmer MalleYuu that inspired me to start developing a farming game. 🥔🥕🐮🐥 They just make me so happy tbh

It's my last semester in uni I'm trying to hold onto my remaining sanity

#I'm a full time employee who studies for uni during the evenings #I'm in my last semester of school #I do the dishes I do the laundry I do the cooking #God knows I'm TIRED #but I'm damn proud of myself for finding time to enjoy my little life #god damn it I'm tired #but twst makes me so happy #so I make a million love letters for it in the form of different media #i will write fanfics for malleus #i will make comics for malleus #i will illustrate for malleus #i will make games for malleus #he is my muse #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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leafyisgreennotblue · 4 months

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Wow what a cliche drawing for Submas Christmas but I felt like I deserved to draw it just once. Happy holidays to everyone :3

#pokemon #submas #subway bosses #sbms #subway boss ingo #subway boss kudari #subway boss nobori #subway boss emmet #subway master ingo #subway master kudari #subway master nobori #subway master emmet #I actually am so proud of myself for the joltik slippers I feel like a genius #it wasn’t even a grand thought I’m just crazy #and the litwick cup #they should get me on Pokémon merchandise

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dog-teeth · 8 months

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something to recognize that choosing recovery again and again is difficult work, and you are not weak for faltering

#comics #hey proud of myself for completing a multi page comic even if its not that long #i realized i tend to operate under made up rules about the art in a comic being super consistent and it limits me #so i tried letting myself be looser with it :>#i hope this makes sense let me know what u think i feel so incoherent lately #hope everyone is doing well !!! havent been v active but i just got a flatbed scanner so i should be able to post some drawings soon :O #been UNWELL super unemployed i am in the slime i am seeing the skull #digital art #autobio comics #ask to tag #self harm cw #self harm tw #addiction cw #addiction tw

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lakituus · 10 months

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it took a while but here it is!! @dragonwritersblog thanks for supplying the reference and the idea (which you can find here!)

(pls click for better quality)

#bowuigi #luigi #my art #kamek #bowser #IM SO PROUD OF THIS WOO HOO #i couldn’t get the lace right so i just made up my own pattern haha #sorry imma ramblr in the tags im just so proud of myself for colouring this in #i wasn’t even gonna bother with shading or anything but then i got ideas #it feels good to accomplish #and then there’s scribbly bowser lol

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witchkittymeow · 4 months

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I BEAT MY BIGGEST ART FEAR AUGH

#drawfee #drawfee fanart #IM SO HAPPY I DID IT IM SO STUPIDLY PROUD OF MYSELF #I HAVE BEEN SCARED OF DRAWING PEOPLE FOR YEARS #EVEN MORE PEOPLE I ACTUALLY LOOK UP TO??? UNHEARD OF #IM SO #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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reipx · 10 months

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The gang(TM)

#tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #feng xin #mu qing #another oldie #my fav thing about this whole thing is actually the background I’m so proud of myself that I actually bothered with one #even if it’s just lines

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erabu-san · 9 months

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Based on outfit i designed

#my art #genshin impact #genshinimpact #tighnari #genshin impact tighnari #wAAAAAH IT IS MY BIGGEST ART I AM SO PROUD OF IT !!!#i lined i colored the background and all i usually don't line sksksks #even the frames in background hehe 🥹#*sobbing on how i am proud of myself*

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rotteneldritchhorror · 1 year

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One of my favourite things about being disabled is the excitement and happiness when you can do small things that others might find easy

It’s such simple joy to be able to make yourself a cup of tea for the first time (or the first time in a while!) or to just make a simple meal that you couldn’t before! Finally figuring out how to make something that doesn’t overwhelm you, etc etc

It’s a joy in the mundane that ableds need to learn from sometimes /lh

#I just made myself a cup of tea for the first time in a while and I’m proud of myself #even though it didn’t taste good and had to have someone else fix it for me #am still very proud of myself #disabled #disabilties #disability #physical disability #mental disability #autist #being autistic #autistic experiences #autistic #all the autism tags cause my experience is due to my autism #actually autistic #autistic spectrum #autism #autistic adult #autistic culture

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starry-bi-sky · 26 days

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my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it.

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats.

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.”

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died.

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream.

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead.

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.

He has no mouth, but he must scream.

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood.

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off.

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts.

Scrappy is just not enough.

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all.

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash.

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings.

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice.

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail.

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it.

Being dead is agony.

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow.

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever.

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be.

Being dead hurts.