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Iam-sheep - Salutations! - Tumblr Blog
The design is briefly inspired off of the sheep from Obey Me!
Series idea.
So I wanna write something with original characters, but I know that people here might not like it UNLESS...
Should I make it to where the reader can insert themselves in the story?
Hello sorry for an ask. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging
Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.
While I cannot do anything personally(due to certain restrictions on my part), I will happily respond to this so that other people who are capable can help you out.
I wish you luck!
Help them out :)
Today I run out of my medication, it's an SNRI so it's rlly bad to just stop taking them! My commissions are open ! Prices start as low at 10€ !
Please share if you can't buy some art, I'll give u a gentle smooch on your forehead for helping out /p
Here's some of my art, from fun pieces that took like 30 minutes to serious pieces that took 5-7hours
all right fuck it, i can't find a community anywhere so i guess i have to make one.
here's my discord server for disabled people who have caregivers, whether family or friends or partners or paid staff or in an institution.
please reblog this. disabled people with caregivers desperately need a space to talk about navigating these complicated and often fraught relationships. there's infinite spaces for caregivers to talk about their experiences with each other. and that's good, they need that. and so do we.
this is a public server in the sense that any disabled person with caregivers can join. but there will be a degree of privacy because people won't be able to see all the channels until they are manually approved. also, i will try and implement something I've seen in another server, which is the ability to post anonymously.
Summer Commissions are open!!!
Here is a link to my Kofi!
Please dm if you have any questions, and share this video if you can :-D
Butch ghost face x trans guy baphomet rep (me as ghostface, my boy Strangegutz as baphomet!)
I think my favorite thing about tumblr is the way they embrace almost everything everyone else cringes at
I love this silly little place
Old Mr. Plant fan art I’d made :)
I think I’d change Argos’s eyes and Mr. Plant’s petals, but that’s about it. Good job, past me!
this alastor redesign i did like a while while back
Pray The Fear Away
“When I was a kid, I used to pray every time things got scary. I don’t even think I believed it’d work, but I did it anyway. Gave me something to believe in.”
Redrew some old art!
Without injuries:
With injuries:
(TW: blood/bruising)
Original:
1.5 year difference!
Exams. (Pt. 3 of Story)
I'm trying to make a name fore the story. Please lmk suggestions!!
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Exams.
The time of year to write down everything you pretended to care about for the past several weeks on a paper in the span of one hour and fourty-five minutes.
X hated them. She was smart, sure, but the concept was so dumb to her. If they wanted her to care, they should teach her better.
And she’s a busy woman! Being the daughter of a famous business man puts a lot of attention on her. So now she’s pulling her second all-nighter in a row- studying. Her mind had finally focused itself on her work, and now hours have passed before she even knew it. She was so focused, in fact, that her brain didn’t even comprehend the figure in her room til it’s hand was laid on her shoulder, producing a jump from her.
“For fuck’s sake, Y! I was focused–” She starts,
“You’re killin’ yourself in here.” He interrupts with a statement, leaving no room for argument.
“Okay?? Did you need somethin’?” She asks, the lack of sleep causing a more snappy response than intended.
“Go to bed.” He says.
“No. I’ve still got to re-go-over the Civil War.”
“And when did it start?”
“1861.”
“Exactly.”
He picks her up and places her gently in front of the bathroom door, ignoring her insults and protests as he grabs her folded pajamas- the same ones he laughed at the first time he saw her in them- and places them in her arms.
“Change” He demands.
“But–” She begins to argue.
“X, I don’t say this lightly when I tell you you’re the smartest person I know. You are. If you fail, then the rest of us are doomed. Am I understood?”
She paused, and her face flushed a bit at his words.
“Yeah… Okay.” She nods and goes into the bathroom to change. While she does so, Y pulls her bed comforter and sheet back a bit for her to sleep in. He turns to X when he hears her small yawn before she crashes half on the bed as her other half dangles over the edge, feet poking the floor.
“Oh, come on..” Y mutters before picking her up and moving her on the bed, fully, this time.
“Night night, Y…” X mutters as she curls into her pillow.
“Goodnight, X.” He replies as he stands for a second til she’s sleeping, then exits.
“Mr. Z!” Exclaims Y as he sees X’s father, Z.
“Y,” Z greets. “May I know what you’re doing this late?”
“Just convincing your daughter to sleep, sir. Nothing more.” He answers.
Z glares at him, then sighs. “I’ll believe you, Y. But just know that even one word of you lying to me tonight will lead to you being fired. Am I understood?” He asks coldly.
“Yes sir.” Y replies as Z walks away.
Y peeks in X’s room to check if she’s still sleeping.
‘Thank heavens. Almost thought we woke her.’ He thinks with a relieved sigh, then walks to the guest room that is now his, humming a familiar song as he does.
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Pt. 2:
HAPPI BIRTHDAY ASHUR !1!1
More of story!!
Decided to keep 'em as X and Y. Yall can make up names if ya want.
Y stumbles in the house with none other than X in his arms.
"I hate you." He mutters bitterly.
"You're stuck with me unless ya dont want a paycheck." She replies.
They were walking to the car from the bar she FORCED him into going to when she got tired. So, she made him carry her there, and to the house claiming thqt 'As my bodyguard, you're supposed to prevent me from feeling pain. My feet hurt.'
He wasnt even supposed to touch her! That was the rule! But here he is, placing her down like a princess on her veltvet couch.
"My room." She says.
"Stand up." He replies.
She rolls her eyes and stands up, knowing its not worth the argument, and walks to her room, which he follows.
They walk in the lavish room. While most of the house had her fathers touch with cool blues and greys, her room had reds and yellows.
Her bed against her right wall from the door, which had a red velvet comforter and silky black sheets. The frame for it was a dark oak wood. She had a similarly colored oak desk in the left corner with school books and her bag on it. Then her window between the two, with various posters of bands and characters on the walls, most of which were bands and characters Y didnt expect to her even know about, let alone OWN MERCH OF??
He was jealously admiring the metal band posters as she went into the bathroom to change, exiting in superhero pajamas that she had a figurine and poster of on her wall. He laughed internally.
'What a nerd.' He thought as she slipped into bed.
"Turn the lights off." X muttered before closing her eyes.
Y does so, then sits in a nice, red chair by her bed and watches her struggle to sleep.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Mhm." She hums.
He pauses, then remembers her song from the car. Yesterday.
He flips through her cd's, which she hardly pays attention to, and pops it in her cd player.
"Yesterday..." The song starts.
He sits down and listens as he watches her relax with the newly found white noise.
"All my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it feels as though I'm here to stay. Oh, I believe...
In Yesterday."
The song goes on and on, which makes him wonder as to why a girl like her would like it. Is it the tune, the singer?
"Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be! There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, Yesterday-- came suddenly." Continues the song.
Does she relate to it?
He pauses, then collapses his face in his hands.
'Thats dumb! She cant, can she? She has everything!' He thinks, then looks up at her now asleep face.
But those tired eyes, her closed off words, the way she flinches when he lifts his hand for something as innocent as turning on a light.
"Who are you, X?" Y whispers to the sleeping enigma of a woman.
"Who are you?"
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Hi! Thanks for reading!
Part 1:
For Spiderverse fans!
I know a lot of y'all like making spidersona's, and I have a book from the makers of the movie that might help!
Popular Character sheets:
Background characters!:
(Theseare the best refs for ocs)
There's a lot more, but I mostly just showed the best refs (in my opinion). Lemme know if you wanna see certain characters, or their worlds!
Book cover ^
Writers Idea!
Got this idea the other day and might use it later, but I also need to practice writing, too.
(I also just found it really cute.)
So imagine a girl who's like 5'3. She comes from some rich family and looks like it, too. She's pretty, and very intelligent. (We'll call her X in this equation)
Next is a guy who's 6'3. Whole foot difference. He's only a year or two older than her, but looks like he's experienced way more. He had been hired as a bodyguard for her. (He will be Y)
After a long morning of bickering between X and Y, they're both sitting on the lavish couch in X's big home. Pouting.
Suddenly, X stands up and announces:
"I'm goin' out."
"To?" Y looks up and questions.
"You'll see." Replies X, knowing damn well he'll follow her.
Y groans and stands up before standing in front of the door.
"You're safer here."
"You don't know that." She replies in a irritated tone.
"I just know you suggested it. Already a bad sign." He says, half teasing and half insultingly.
"Well, you're not allowed to lay a finger on me, remember? That's the rule my father set up." She reminds him.
"I'm well aware, but I can still stand here."
She rolls her eyes at him and proceeds to walk to the window which stands accross from the couch.
"What're you doing?" Y asks.
"Gettin' outta this place." X grumbles as she climbs out the window, to Y's dismay.
"X, what the fuck!?" He exclaims while running to the window.
There she is, red heels and all, walking across the grass yard to the garage the size of Y's house.
He quickly climbs out and runs after her, being careful to not step on the red geraniums that he heard from her father she takes every morning and night to carefully keep well watered and pretty.
"Why are you so desperate to exit this house? Its a mansion with every electronic known to man." Y asks in the most bitchy tone he could conjure up.
"I'm not a fucking hermit, Y. I can have a social life." X replies just as bitchy.
They both walk ib the garage and navigate through the sea of cars. Some old and vintage, others new and high-tech. It all made Y's blood boil.
Soon, they get to a red Bug-Car. It has brown leather seats with a ladybug charm hanging from the rearview mirror.
X unlocks it and climbs in the drivers seat. The small car fit so perfectly with her 5'3 frame.
Then Y gets in the passengers seat, immediately hitting his head on the roof of the car, making X laugh.
"Tall ass!" She exclaims.
He shoots her such a nasty glare that she almost rethinks her words. Almost.
Y lowers his seat with the adjuster and eventually settles in.
They take off down the road.
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X turns on the radio and switches to "The Beatles" radio.
Y notices her tapping her finger to the beat of each song, never missing a note. Then the song "Yesterday" comes on.
X hums along to it, even mumbling some lyrics under her breath. Her voice was nice. Not something you'd hear on the radio, but it still could make for a nice lullaby.
Y starts humming with her, and before they know it, they're both singing along quietly. It was the first time they both coexisted with each other that day.
"Oh, I believe-- in yesterday..."
The song plays, before the singers end it in a hum.
X and Y hum along, going a few seconds longer than the song and looking at each other as soon as they catch their mistake.
They lock eyes for a second and stop humming, then turn away quickly.
"We're almost there.." X mumbles, but Y isn't paying attention.
'This is one hell of a first day.' He thinks before the next song comes on.
(Thanks for reading! This is my first story, so feel free to leave advice! Also, please listen to Yesterday by The Beatles! I love that song, and it'll help you understand the end because I had trouble writing.)
Posting Some Traditional art!
Sorry I had to keep hiding my signature.
I wanna finish coloring her in :'). She's supposed to be an oc for a universe of toy-people im making.
Persona???
We walkin'.
Snowman!
Decided i wanted to start posting here again. Enjoy!
JUST WENT TO THE NEW WELCOME HOME WEBSITE
What I’ve found so far:
press the bug at the bottom :) (I think this is on the neighborhood page)
oh- and the bug at the top! (The one with a drawing on its forehead)
On the media page, there’s a rainbow bug-thing next to the recording
I think that there is a different bug on each page, like the spider on the stickers page
okay, yeah, I’ve confirmed that there is a bug on every page. They’re usually at the top, so click on those!
I found a new thing! On the guestbook page with Wally and Barnaby, press the “Hello” speech bubble!
the the big on the merchandise page is a bit farther down. It’s a butterfly that’s hanging on a letter!
The bug on the playfellow exhibition walks across the top of the page immediately, so try not to miss it!
this is just some of the first things I’ve found. I’ll post more in the comments! (If I find any :))
