I am Alabaster / Ala (they/them | fae/faer), a queer writer and artist finally digging in and setting my roots somewhere. I'm also an amateur voice actor, and you can see my demos HERE on CastingCallClub!
My commissions are also open!! HERE is the link to the Fiverr page with all up-to-date info!
Below the cut I've got the details of this blog as well as where my art goes. Links to those side blogs are here with more details below. Thanks for reading! :DD
My Hermitcraft and Life Series Blog
My D&D and Fantasy Planets Blog
My Invader Zim Blog
What's The Deal?
This starting lobby is where I'll reblog things, mostly art from my fellow creatives. For non-specific art of my own, I'll also post that here. Anything relating to the above blogs though will be posted there for ease of organisation.
Who Am I
Like I said above I'm Ala, a queer and neurodivergent lover of all things artistic and creative. I love cartoons and animation, music, and gaming, especially. I'm a huge supporter of fan work and do a lot of fan art and writing that you can find in abundance on my other blogs!
How to Find Things
Here are the primary tags used on this Blog. Check the pinned message of the side blogs to find theirs.
alaart : For digital and traditional art I make
alawriting : For my story excerpts and such
alaspeaks : For text posts I make
artist support : For reblogs of fellow artists
Note From The Publisher
This is a positive space to enjoy the act of creation. Bigotry and malice have no place anywhere, but certainly not here. We're here to love and create and breathe life back into the world around us. If you're not here for that, you can move right along.
With that said, I hope my little corner here can be a safe creative space for you lot! Enjoy, be merry, and kiss your dad square on the lips.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
ok i did it. image for people who like defending caine but also want to make it clear that they Understand that He Did Bad Things. feel free to use, no credit required. enjoy
boiling hot tadc finale take but people are saying it was transmisogynistic to code jax as a trans woman and have her also be an abuser, but if jax was a transmasc coded abuser those people wouldn’t care and would in fact just hop right on the jax hate train.
also, those same people are refusing to understand that characters ≠ real people and that sometimes trans people can be pieces of shit. yes, even trans women. it’s not inherently transmisogynistic for a transfem or transfem-coded character to be abusive. if the author is a transphobic piece of shit like jk rowling that’s different but gooseworx herself is a trans woman. i am not saying that trans women can’t be transphobic or transmisogynistic. i am saying that jax being a transfem and an abuser isn’t transmisogynistic of gooseworx to write because again, abusers come from all walks of life. trans, cis, male, female, white, poc, rich, poor, abled, disabled, NT, neurodivergent, etc, etc. there is absolutely no exclusive category of person that 100 times out of 100 turns out to be an abuser.
do not twist my words. if you are angry over this post i want you to reread it four more times and if you are still angry then you are probably a TRF, TERF or aligned with their beliefs so i’d like you to block me instead of attacking me or putting death threats in my inbox. have a good day.
edit: did i not say to block me instead of having a go me. what aren’t we getting here. if you can’t be media literate on my post i can and will block you on sight. fuck off unless you’re going to be media literate about this, seriously, i’m so fucking tired.
I was sat there in the cinema with tears streaming down my face repeating ‘There is still time” to myself and to her. holy shit. representation is SO important. as a very repressed trans person who is terrified to come out that was so important to me. happy pride everyone.
(No spoilers below, just general discussion of the show and of fandom. There might be spoilers in the notes though so be careful yall!)
And based on “criticism” aimed at previous episodes, I was able to mental note a bunch of stuff I’m dead sure people will get mad about because it either 1) Is telling a different story altogether (genre, tone, etc) than they would tell or 2) Executed their own themes and ideas in a different way than they would given the same pieces.
People have gotten soooooo stupidly upset over storytelling decisions that weren’t remotely bad, just different than they wanted. The focus characters are different than they wanted, the backstories are different than they wanted. Hell, people have been pissed at the main theme of the story being “people are complex and can do good and bad things and at the end of the day our priorities should be kindness”.
Since fandom has existed people get pissed about their literally entirely made up idea of the show or characters being inaccurate. It’s stupid and self centered and not at all new. But I believe it’s definitely been exacerbated by the fact that TADC blew up as a viral hit and so brought in a huuuuge audience of people who, frankly, literally Don’t Get It. And the venn diagram of people who don’t understand storytelling and people who think their ideas of what makes a good story is nearly a circle on the internet :/
The Final Act was brilliant, I honestly truly loved all of it and love how it was wrapped up. I think they balanced explanation and loose ends very well, closing up the biggest threads while leaving enough for headcanon’d “what now” scenarios. I don’t have any genuine criticisms of it because on my end (and this is just me, not an instruction of how everyone should feel) I can see what Gooseworx and Co were going for and I think they did that vision justice beyond measure. I love the final answers to everything and where it all ended.
Ultimately, that team has made something big and incredible and ambitious and good. It deserves so much credit for that achievement alone.
hey can everyone do me a favor and put in the tags why they chose their name? even if you don't go by a chosen name irl, you can put why you chose your online name.
Help! My dog keeps hunting these little animals in my yard. I don't know if this is an endangered species. Anyone has tips on how to stop dogs from doing this?
WHY DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP POSTING GORE?!?!? I'M GOING TO BE SICK!!! THANK GOODNESS MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE WORKS FULL TIME KILLING THE FOUL HOUNDS OF HER KIND OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE BEEN TURNED TO POWDER BY NOW.
Cover for my new zine! 32 pages of drawing that I collected over the last couple of years, quite a few I haven’t shared anywhere in there too. Will have a stack of them at my next convention, eventually will put them online too if people are interested ✨
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