Ace | demi-pan | transmasc | he/itMostly here for fanart, might post photography and random stuff occasionally tho
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Latest Posts by yourloca1eldritch - Page 2
A prompt for a Valentine’s Day event !! Finally got motivation to draw these gayasses/pos /aff
lots of tension in the office today
closeups under cut
I like jonmartin as much as the next guy but the thing about jontim is because they were friends and THATS what emotionally devastates me
The fact that it's implied they were friends during their time at Research and how Sasha and Tim were the ones he requested for because while he knew they were competent and good at their jobs, deep down he actually does likes them a bit in his own emotionally constipated way
It's probably why Tim was so devastated in not only losing Sasha but also because of Jon stalking them, he was already aware of how much of an ass Jon could be and he accepted it in his own "he's an asshole but he's our asshole you know?" he probably knew Jon was capable of stooping low but he never thought he would do it
me when someone who has been nice to me every single time we've interacted is nice to me:
omg... you dont hate me?....
posting it here because there's no chance anyone in my family would ever see it: this is how my brother's 13-year-old child decided to announce something to me
Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One
Aaaand on today's episode of "is this me being gay or trans" we have Literally Any Drawn Man On My For You Page
My life be so fine then Boom, That Fictional Little Gay Guy I made up five years ago just. Appears
yeah living weapons are cool and all. what about domesticated animal characters though. Wheres the love for my declawed cats out there.
There was a time when I knew violence better than I did myself, where the stench of blood and rot wafted through the air I breathed and the taste of iron coated my tongue and threatened to rust. I fought with all I had to earn my place in this world but now that place has been wrenched from my bleeding, violent hands. They want me to give in, to trade all the gore that fueled me and the adrenaline coursing in my veins proving that I was alive and for me to become fat and complacent, they want to watch and laugh as my teeth dull and my reflexes weaken and to take my violent parts and for me to become something else entirely. I do not want to give in but it has been set in stone since the moment that pitiful, second-hand morsel landed next to me. It is a fate written in the blood of my ancestors and craved into the most primal part of my brain and I have no choice but to obey or be cast out into the war I once knew with my weapons revoked and my claws removed and every part of me that once yearned for the thrill now shriveled and gone with the rest of my old life.
