Sigh 😔 - Blog Posts
hello again to talk again about seulrene because they are my newest brainrot! i had such a great idea for a longfic for them but i just cannot start writing another fanfic right now and it is killing me 😓
being a leafs fan is emotional terrorism
reblog if you’re a robot who sucks absolute ASS at programming
I am way too aware of the fact that I can't use my wings to just go home BECAUSE THIS BODY IS TOO HEAVY. LET ME BEEEEE
I just want to go home :(
like I just wanna flap my wings and take off- why can't I do that??? I'm supposed to have wings and fly around like wtf dude where are my wings?????
what are our thoughts on lps blue dragon sea slug anya (concept art of an upcoming design)
felt so bad for her after the game that i wanted to make something silly of her. she would be much happier as a blue dragon sea slug littlest pet shop i think
model used: blue dragon sea slug by deer_of_fear
LITERALLY TELL ME TO DRAW ANTHING I HAVE NOTHING TO DRAW
the ultimate dream is to live in a peaceful, cozy and beautifully decorated home with the love of my life and cats. also 15 minutes away from the sea
Everybody's avatars (would that even be the right word in this context?) look so good!
Thank you @trainwrecker for the tag! I had such a fun time! (also, woah, nice art! I wish that I could draw like that (practice, i know... but still!))
I was going for a Percy-Shelley-in-Italy type of look, and I think it worked out pretty well! I just wished that the coat could turn brown or a deep shade of blue or green.
I am knee-deep in the French Revolution fandom rn, but I'll get around to posting more about the Romantics and Italy at some point.
Tagging... ummmmm... @s-ashaesthetic because they helped me with Saint-Just's name, @robesmoulins because I love their art, and @thelanterneattorney because I NEED to see Camille's take on this (this is solely if y'all feel up to it, of course).
Design what your blog would look like if it was a person!
The picrew
I tag @red-skady @superchat @eviligo @maplepastry @nek0hime13 @bestgirlsyndrome @gentlesakura @games2girlsdotcom @deadlycoffee @bunny-stickers @starbitsun @888lvl @little-ikea-waldo @delanore-roosevelt @fefeps @imnevernice no pressure at all!!
If anyone else wants to join dont hesitate to reblog!!
Me: *watches a movie series adapted from a book series*
Me: Alright I'm going to join the fandom and maybe buy the books-
*Me eventually joining the fandom and learning about the series*
*Sees the entire fandom fighting and arguing on about how inaccurate the movies are compared to the books*
Me: Holy shit here we go again-
WHY DOES TUMBLR NOT GIVE ME YOUR NOTIFS I LITERALLY TURNED THEM ON GRRRRGRGRGRFGR
ANYWAYS I LOVE CAM SM RAHHHHH 💙💙
hey sillies so i have a spidersona/oc guy (he's also silly dw) his name is cameron callister and i forgot i wrote one of his canon events like a month ago so here :3
Cameron Calister was born on a rainy day with periods of hail. His mother was nearly knocked out from a baseball sized pellet. His father was nowhere to be found. He was an average child, toys and tantrums plaguing most of his younger years. His mom died.
Cameron isn't sure when she died. She was missing for a while. The gravestone simply put the date she was reported missing. He remembers standing over her grave, spider suit under his thick Winter jacket. She never knew. She died before the Cobalt Spider was alive.
He's been swinging(and running) the streets of New York for about a week. The civilians kind of tolerate him, some even let him walk a dog or two. Cobalt, Cameron's alter ego, was a bit more peppy. Smarter and more sharp-tongued, he was the new hero in town.
It was a cold Tuesday evening. There were no storm clouds in sight and everyone was wearing a black puffer. Cobalt was wearing a pair of cargos over his dark blue suit. He had just taken his dose so his webs were in top shape.
He didn't need to use his webs tonight. There wasn't enough criminals for Cobalt to break a sweat over. So, somehow, he was stuck on dog-walking duty. She was a Great Dane named Princess. She smelled of cigarettes and Cheerios.
The webbed vigilante was avoiding the melting patches of snow. More accurately, he was sliding through them while Princess barked angrily. Cobalt giggled before continuing on his walk. He heard a ding from his cargo pockets before he pulled out his phone. His gloves were specially designed to be compatible with touch-screens.
It was his cousin. "hey!!! you busy? i bought fruit roll-ups‼️‼️"
Cobalt, Cameron now since family was involved, bit his lip. He stopped where he was, Princess whining in annoyance. He shifted from the balls of his feet, eyes squinting as he tried to figure out what to reply with.
"can't. lotta stuff to do. sorry, quincy :("
Cameron shook his head with guilt, knowing Quincy never had much free time. He was only ten years old and barely had a life to live. Cameron only got to see him every month or so. He nearly zoned out before Princess started dragging him by her leash.
Cobalt quickly kept walking, ignoring the next ding that came from his phone. And the next. And the next. It wasn't like it was on purpose. It was more like he zoned out. For a while. He's not sure how many dings went off before the gunshots did as well.
Gunshots. One after the other. And then the screeching sound of rubber tires on cracked asphalt. Cameron heard all of this. Two miles away and it felt as if he was right at the scene.
And eventually he was. Not in that stupid spider suit anymore. He was wearing a torn up tang top and his cargo pants. He pushed through the bitter wind chill to get to his bleeding cousin. There were multiple shots fired. And it seems like they didn't miss a single one.
His skin was cold and pale. His lips were tinted blue and his shirt was stained red. There was no pulse. Obviously. But Cameron kept checking. He nearly dug his two fingers into Quincy's neck before he finally gave up.
He fell to his knees, melted snow seeping through his cheap pants. He thinks there were tears rolling down his face. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything. Except for the fact that his cousin was completely dead. There was no chance or miracle to save him.
No Cobalt or God could save this boy. And Cameron knew.
He failed to save the one person who knew who he was inside. The only who gave two fucks about him.
Two miles. 10,560 feet. 126,720 inches.
That was all it took. Cameron was always told life is short. But never for Quincy.
He was supposed to grow old. See his hair gray and feel his joints weaken.
Not like this. Not like this. Not like this.
It can't be like this.
hope ygs enjoyed that?? idk man but i'll probably write more of him soon
(also here's an amazing drawing of cammy my great friend multi-purpose-paperclip made go give them some love please)
did a lil quick sketch of Tech a while ago heart emoji
I ship Chell the character with Wheatley, I ship Chell the player with GLaDOS
Crap I need something to post ummm uhhh take this sketch from a doodle page I’ll finish tomorrow I swear
Just imagine, fresh out of the portal Danny who is either completely covered bc hazmat or he looks somewhat "monstrous" or like a demon bc he perceives himself as something unnatural as something to be afraid of as something almost unrecognizable (more fun if it's also a no one knows au).
Then as time goes on and he becomes more accepting of his ghost form, he becomes more like he was when he died, more human in appearance (of course with little bits and pieces of ghostly stuff, Id imagine he'd either always have *some* unchangeable features whether bc it comes with being part ghost or bc he may always perceive himself as somewhat less human is up to you).
Maybe something fun to mess with is him taking on things from those he feels closest to as well, like his nails naturally just become painted to match with whatever color sam has at that moment or something similar, nothing super big just noticeable if you're paying attention.
Idk I just love the idea of Danny's form always changing, maybe it keeps some parts the same no matter what but I think Danny deserves the chance to change over time even in ghost form.
Danny should get to have a changeable ghost form I think, like it changes with his self perception type of thing
im so angry why the hell would i pay 8k to go to uni when harvard has their classes uploaded to youtube for FREE??? for some paper?? for a fancy piece of paper with my name on it that tells people to hire me ??? NO. I HATE CAPITALISM. GRRR AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL