I like writing for anything I'm currently into and I reblog anything I like to support artists because I can't draw 🫡 (22, she/her but I'm cool with anything)
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I-demand-a-good-username - My Theme Is That I'm Autistic And Cringe - Tumblr Blog
03,08,2024
hes playing that fucking roblox dressup game
The little Allen with his mouth super wide and tongue out is my absolute favorite 😭 can we see more of that little guy? He's a silly scrumblo and I love him
he’s based off of this frame of allan laughing. he’s a funny little guy and always looks like he’s screaming lol
has anyone else noticed that allan's tie has gotten more and more like. ragged.
so canon to me.
charllan shitposting iblove them so much theyre so me and my boyfriend
I don’t know why I made this
This is what they feel like to me
Think I made a new friend yall
I know I draw them being gay and playing tongue guitar all the time but let’s be real they were not always like that
the search for his cheese
Charlie is absolutely the type of guy to go around and say he's 6'0 when in reality he's like,,, 5'9 at most
But you know what would REALLY be funny? If Allan (who I think might be like 6'2 or taller) would say he's only 6'0 in front of people to piss Charlie off. ESPECIALLY to "correct" Charlie after he said he's taller than he is
"No, I don't think so, Charlie, because I'm 6'0 and you're considerably shorter than I am-"
"Allan, dude, I swear to God that you're 6'4; you're only doing this to make me look bad-"
Just missing the insanity man
Sorry for double posting but APPARENTLY those commission scammers have showed up on Tumblr at least for the first time for me.
For those who don’t know what I am talking about, there were/are commission scams going on in Instagram and even places like Artstation where people would pretend to be interested in your work and try to commission a pet or portrait for the sake of trying to get your bank details. Here’s how to (somewhat) sniff them out:
1- They don’t seem to be an average customer/ person that would be involved in your fandom, or has a blank template for an account or don’t even follow you.
2- They ask you to draw a portrait or a pet picture either for themselves or their children/family.
3- They promise to overpay you (in the hundreds) and do not listen to you even if you firmly state the price is cheaper.
4- They are constantly asking for your email name, or private details regarding things like banking details or passwords or other private information others should not know.
5- They try and over reassure you they mean no harm, try to guilt you into giving them the info, or become aggressive over you not giving them what they want.
What should you do if you come across one of these guys? My best advice is to block and report. Sadly these people jump account to account so there isn’t really much to do other than spread this info to prevent artists from being scammed.
"Ugly hhhhhh goth"
I'm glowing to blow this bitch's brains out right here
i made a generator for yall to see what ur genders are
so does ambrose really just suck us into the spiral?? like why do we just agree to do all this stuff?? why aren’t we in class bruh??
Truly I'm still in 2011 playing wizard101. I don't know dick from squat when it comes to battle strategy and equipment grinding and pet breeding and on and on and on. All I know is hit thing harder than it hit me, like god intended. Yes I lose battles a lot why do you ask
Life wizards can and will stray from their path.
Theurgists listen to the Song of Creation, what was once sung to creat the Spiral and still resonates today, echoing off of each life wizard vector who continues this growth. The full feeling in their chest, fluttering hands and heartbeat as they genuinely wish for something to florish.
The Song is a cry in the darkness, and they are the ones who listen, who understand. Living is difficult, unfair. It is chance and then it is a competition, species fighting like weeds trying to strangle a garden. But the weeds wish to live too. It is all they have.
The Song is a quiet melody, repeating in their minds when they begin to learn the intricacies of life magic. It is in off-key humming as they tidy up their dorm room. It is in awful singing along on long trips. It is in shower concerts, in the absentminded finger on the dusty piano. The Song is baby's laughter and a cat's purr and the shaky vows of love.
It grows, as all things do. It manifests in life wizards and they can only grin and dance to a predestined beat, full of nice feelings. Sunshine warming their body. The soft petals of fragility. The peace of knowing they can only do their best, and accepting it.
There is a resentment that can fester, however. In hidden things, the parasites hijacking the bugs, the disease and rot where nothing new can blossom. It is when they tire of singing along. It is when they snap at fellow life wizards for whistling and humming seemingly random tunes. It is the knowledge that their every action is guided by a Song sung at the beginning of the Spiral, and the assumption that nothing can be done because of that.
They want to do more. There is no lost cause. There is no excuse in this prewritten lullaby, and they will not surrender into acceptance when injustices happen every day, and no music can rectify them.
So they stop listening.
They are silent, now. They cannot effect the Spiral in any way that creates sound, now. In their rejection their claps are nothing. Their footsteps do not effect forest or classroom floors. Snaps, the creaking of joints, sighs, involuntary groans of pain.
When a life wizard rejects this song, they too are rejected in turn.
They have ideas now, goals. They save people written off as dead, they can save so many. They live with a weight taken off of their mind, no longer under any will but their own. Violin and guitar and piano strings do not guide them like a puppet. Their heart is no longer a drumbeat. Their every move is no longer just a note on a page, on straight, ridged lines.
It is almost soothing, to be encased in silence. Like the shade of a tree after being pulled outside to enjoy a spring day. Like an oasis in the desert. Like a rock to rest upon as the river runs lazily around you, no longer forced to sink or swim.
Their silence can be their end, no matter how free their will is.
They cannot cry for help. No one will hear their cries of pain, their frantic breaths, the grotesque song of their body breaking. This is simply a rest between notes, a small exhale of silence while other instruments continue on in the orchestra.
Another will take their place soon enough, one more ready to listen well to the Song of Creation.
crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read
and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you
like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors
