What Is Or Isn’t A Slur Can Be Highly Contextual, Y'all.

Midsummer’s night

(2024, by me)

dash is dead im teleporting to the past

https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard?max_post_id=606474489540042752

Hi, I'm generally new to this blog, but I needed a warmup to start writing an essay for school and this Au inspired me! Hope it's okay I wrote a snippet for Jonathan's first awakening.

(this is me rn ⬇️)

Jonathan couldn't feel, not really. He hadn't felt in ages, except for the occasional sharp pain over his birthmark. Not enough to tell he was alive, truly, but definitely enough to say he at least wasn't dead. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this. Maybe Father was right, maybe he wasn't good enough, wasn't perfect enough to protect even himself, much less Erina, or Speedwagon, or anybody he loves-

And for the first time in ages, Jonathan feels.

It begins with a sharp pain in his temple. Far away enough to be written off as his mind finally beginning to betray him, but also there enough to be cause for questioning. Then it's the pain in his abdomen. His shoulder, his leg, his heart. Someone, somewhere is hurting, and it makes Jonathan feel.

It's been a very long time since Jonathan had felt anything, so it takes him a long moment to recognize the feeling. Sadness? Melancholy? Frustration? Anger?

Fury.

Someone is hurting something of his like Jonathan was once hurt. And he had sworn to not let it happen to anyone else.

And, suddenly, Jonathan felt everything.

Jonathan felt bone cracking under his fists, the confused screams of the assaulters, his own throat and hands burning with the strength of his breaths, his life, his Hamon, and his screams. This thing, this boy, Jonathan learned when he looked back at what exactly he'd been protecting, was his, and he didn't like for things of his to be hurt.

Jonathan knelt next to the boy, and was met with a frightened flinch and scramble back. That was understandable, Jonathan must've been incorporeal at best, and a veritable sight at worst. Then Jonathan looked down at his hands to survey the damage.

Purple fingers. Black gloves. Golden knuckles. No blood. Jonathan didn't recognize the body that must've been his. He looked back at the boy who was staring at him like he had murdered an entire city. Jonathan reached out, trying, desperately, to reassure the boy that it was alright.

"Or-"

And Jonathan was thrown back to the unfeeling.

(Just gonna @ you here too in case Tumblr pulls some bull like its done to me before-)

@starry-blue-echoes

This theory has been rotting my brain as of recently ✨so✨

AU where Jonathan is Star Platinum

Jonathan has no idea what’s going on.

He’s pretty sure he died but now he’s floating and glowing which definitely isn’t normal and also there’s this teenager in black who’s being cornered by four guys who are armed so guess he better deal with that- Oh. Oh, he’s a lot stronger than before. Huh.

Oh bother now the boy thinks he’s an evil spirit haunting him, which is a tad rude since sure he might be a spirit but he’s not evil- Oh, now he’s locking himself in a jail cell.

So yeah, Jonathan has A Time in this new day and age

AU where Penelope starts to lose it and also kills the suitors not realizing her husband is doing the same thing. So there’s two separate murder sprees going on at the same time.

Naked

Covered in blood

Holding a sword

Then suddenly across the dark hallway…

My wife

Also naked

Also covered in blood

Also holding a sword

We proceeded to make out under the olive tree

Feelin’ Blue

Arthur Morgan but painted with purely blue tones! I kept the color wheel on the same spot while only adjusting values n stuff-

It’s not my best but I’m getting back into the groove of art after a bit of a break!

Sleepy Cas

sleepy lil man

I’m sorry for n of posting much original stuff lately, I got really in the dumps and couldn’t make myself post things because my brain had convinced me everyone hated my stuff lmao

As always, ref down here!

Take a shot each time it says year.

HTTYD fandom, this year we RISE.

quick meme i made in the dead of night, sleepy as hell. Honestly it was waaayyy funnier in my head.

MJ: Oh, Peter! I was so worried when you disappeared! Where-

Peter, having just communed with a literal god: Moon’s haunted

MJ: What?

Peter, loading a fanny pack: Moon’s haunted

@marsmarten

Toothache

Mirror mirror why do you show

The train that can’t be coming that slow

I feel the rumbling under my feet, in my bones and in my teeth

Mirror mirror why do you lie

Showing me a girl when I can’t fly

I feel the ache, the tears and all I’ve ate

Mirror mirror why have you forsaken me

Why don’t you show me what I could see

I see your cracks and blood and flack

Mirror mirror what have you done

What can I do to make us one

I see them here, dead and free

Why do I see them in your face, but only death stares in my place

Hi! Op Loki here in the explain-inator! Welcome those who are curious enough to step foot into the ‘keep reading’ box! I suffer from insomnia and occasional hallucinations during said insomnia episodes, which often can be somewhat useful in helping me pinpoint which part of my mental state caused this little bout of insomnia. Recently (for when I wrote this) I’ve been suffering from bodily autonomy issues due to my education’s strict policies and many people demanding my time and effort for their own conveniences. I usually have a hard time saying no to these people because they’re usually closer to me, and it got to the point where it was like ‘hold on a minute, this is *deadname*, not Legion/Loki’. When I thought about myself. And, well, the hallucination wanted to highlight the unstoppable passage of time, my autonomy issues, and the inherent dysphoria that comes with being LGBT in general. And, to do that, it chose time, mirrors, and vampires. But who am I to question- would this be Apollo? Thanks, Apollo, ik I’m still new to worship, but this helped. A lot. And Ares, for giving me the strength to fight.

Sort of related to the other comic pages I made, but can also stand by itself. The ending of RDR1.