Latest Posts by whixy - Page 3
I did these little icons on Illustrator for an university project and they turned out pretty cute I think. Dat me.
Lineless chibi made for my friend Yoyo c:
He doesn’t have a Tumblr tho but we still love him.
i am a man that looks, feels like, thinks like and is Scott Cawthon and MatPat, designation?
POYO
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Ghost Me! I’m so close to making a webcomic about me and my friends monster version. I mean, my friends are already mad right
Old digital painting I did like two years ago. But I still like the vibe it gives.
Digital paintings of a little faun I made for an university project! This was really fun to do and I loved the result.
Another brush test! I liked this one a lot :) Fall is just around the corner.
This is my archer character for Dungeons and Dragons. Just drew it to test new brushes. Her name is Ivy btw.
Little brush practice I made! Hope you like it :)
Ok so I’m going to actually start posting stuff in here instead of just reblogging crap. Sorry and Thank You.
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they’re doin’ it man, they’re making it HAPPEN. BNHA movie 2: BEST PALS RISING
✩ Midoriya Izuku ⋆ 緑谷出久 + Horikoshi’s Sketches ✩
and they went to prom
Oh no...
Shigaraki doing a flip onto a wall while stating “I’m in the worst possible mood” is very much a mood
shinsou: denki we literally watched spiderverse together, you can’t pull that move on me and expect it to…work…
i started this joke and then i couldnt stop
I like how dolphins breach with such vivacity
whales breach with grace
sharks breach with power
… then fucking manta rays be like
“there goes Billy fulfilling his dreams”
All the new specimens I acquired last weekend 😍
say what you want about woobifying villains, but i think tragic backstories and redemption via love are staples for good reason. we want to believe that people are fundamentally good, just hardened by a harsh world. that suffering earns you a happy ending. because then it means something, then pain isn’t just senseless and futile.
people don’t ‘excuse’ the actions of villains because they just don’t take those actions seriously. i think it’s a kind of projection - we forgive them because we want to forgive ourselves, and we look for the good in them because we want to see that in the world, even in people who have wronged and hurt us. because earth is a goddamn terrifying place if other humans really are evil, if they’re really monsters.
and idk, i just think it’s kind of beautiful that we all want to believe that the scariest mass-murdering motherfucker alive can be brought down by something as pure and innocent as love. that love is the answer, not violence. i don’t think that’s cheap or ‘problematic’ or a bad influence. i think it’s human, and profoundly optimistic in a way that few people are brave enough to be.
Your eyes were straining as you stared down your opponent, but you refused to give in, not this time. Not even the sound of your roommate getting home, could deter you from your goal. You. Would. Win!
As soon as your roommate saw you, they groaned loudly and rolled their eyes. Dropping their things on the ground heavily, they stomped past you, smacking you in the face with a pillow as they went, and ruining your staring contest. Squawking indignantly, you flailed as you fell over, quickly pushing yourself back upright and hurling the offending pillow at your roommates retreating back.
“I almost fucking won that time you glittery turd!”
You could almost hear the roll of their eyes as your roommate called back irritably.
“It’s a fucking figurine! Get over it! It can’t do shit!”
Grumbling you turned back towards the figurine, scowling intensely at it as you flipped it the bird.
“Next time you little shit” You grumbled, rubbing at your stinging eyes.
Silently, the figurines smirk widened.
Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”
Her response was, “Well, are you?”
My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
Izuku: Give it to me straight, how long do I have to live?
Recovery Girl: Ten.
Izuku: Ten what?
Bakugo: Nine.
Looking down at the exhausted, but finally clean, kitten in your lap, you smiled softly. You had found the little thing half frozen and incredibly ill, some monster having tied it up in a plastic bag and abandoned it in the dumpster. It was only the slight movement from within the bag, that had caught your attention, part of you having assumed it to be a rat of some sort.
You were glad you had checked.
Though the kitten had stunk to high heaven, you were more concerned about warming it up, and had spent a good couple hours slowly warming up the tiny fur ball in the sink, not having wanted it to go into shock by warming it up too quickly. Once it had warmed properly and was moving a little more, you had hastily washed what you could from its body, before gently wrapping it in a towel, wishing you had a hair dryer.
Much to your relief, the kitten had eaten quite well as you fed it by hand, keeping it wrapped up until it dried. By the time you had unwrapped the tiny little thing, it had fallen fast asleep, little belly full and body finally a safe temperature.
Running your fingers over its soft belly, you snickered softly, watching the way its little paws twitched as it dreamed. Who could possibly harm such a sweet little thing, you would never know.
Deciding that you should probably find something to let it sleep in, you carefully started to pick it up from your lap, only to freeze, feeling something odd on its back. With careful, slow movements, you rolled it over, lips twitching as it simply remained asleep.
You were gentle as you ran your fingers over the strange growths on its back, trying to figure out what they were. As if in answer to your question, the tiny kitten stretched sleepily in your palm, both growths abruptly spreading wide with a tremble, before tucking back into its side as it drifted back off contentedly.
Dumbfounded, you stared down at the “kitten”, trying to absorb the fact that yes, your new little furry companion did in fact, have bat wings of all things.
You needed a drink.
Day 2 - Future Since Horikoshi has been foreshadowing those two as the “wonder duo” since they were in literal diapers, I thought, let’s draw them in the future, and since they’re a duo, they have to have matching outfits riiiiiiight?
So I learned a few things while making this drawing: - I’d rather staple my eyes than draw Bakugou’s hero costume ever again it’s so freaking hard oh my god - Drawing Midoriya’ face is harder than Bakugou’s costume - Deku tiny - COPY PASTE EVERYTHING. LEG. ARM. TORSO. YOU THINK YOU’RE LAZY. BE LAZIER. - Pretty lineart takes 15 hours and your soul - Color is just paint barf with your left foot in 15min because you’re fed up - There is no way I’m gonna finish this twinstarsweek on time because I’m a fat snail
scoliosis
Happy Belated Birthday Kacchan 04.20.2019
(Birthday Boy 04.20.2018)