Buttons & Co.

[⚠️ 16+ - we post/talk about horror/heavy/suggestive art at times]

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Otherbuttons & the BRB

they/them (DID system) - 32 - Character & Merch Artist, occasional Voice Actor -- ⚠️ blog is 16+

▸ Art Tag ▸ Merch Art Tag ▸ Text/Audio Posts ▸ Shop & Commissions ▸ OC Toyhou.se ▸ Twitch

& we reblog stuff; notably Retro Art, Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, Bioshock, Beauty & the Beast, & FFXIV!~

(currently on health hiatus; unsure when back)

[kaccvcate]

It's the beginning of the month so I need to pay rent for my storage unit.

I've gotten some orders, but so far just enough to cover my medication and doctor appointment.

I need $120 by the 8th....thanks so much for sharing!

[kaccvcate]

My medication was twice as much as I expected for no reason, and I had to restock on dog food and art supplies, so I'm still trying to get this paid. I'm also having an annoying problem with my bank where they won't issue me a new debit card, because mine was stolen and I moved too recently, so I can't transfer money between certain apps, and it's all been very frustrating.

cashapp/venmo: kaccvcate

paypal: [email protected]

my birthday is coming up, so if you feel like giving your boy a treatie....

EDIT: I forgot to check one of my accounts, I actually have $50/$120 🥳 thanks so much!

[rigil-kentauris]

standing in line/happenstance

it terrifies her. how close did she come to never having this? to never having met? she remembers the exact moment. it truly, truly could have gone either way. -or- a woman ponders fate ffxivwrite2025, day 24

dulia-chai’s beloved husband is nervous, and anxious, so it is usually her job to be brave. there is, however, one day of the year where she rises at dawn and takes a few minutes to herself to adjorn to the decks, watch the sunrise, and succumb to the feeling of absolute terror in her heart.

it goes like this:

twine was a dying town. everyone knew it. no one talked about it. as a child, she didn’t understand exactly what she was sensing, but even the children knew their own variety of the truth. one day the last teacher left. then the doctor they all saw. and then the assistant engineer and her wife, who took care of the youngest children in the days when their parents were in the mines. by then dulia-chai was grown enough to understand.

for a while, though, it was divine. she and her friends could do anything they wanted, everything they’d been told they never could. they ran into the fields at night, threw stones at sin eaters. they stole drinks. they stole kisses. they wrecked a trolley, once, and stood there looking at it imagining the horror and sadness in the engineers’ eyes in the morning and had stayed up all night putting it back upright while desperately praying no one would find them.

and then, one day, aldet morhand goes and has a baby.

oh, everyone knows the morhands are expecting. but it's twine. no one really believes it until the baby arrives. and then, oh then, in a town where the only other thing to do is literally bang two rocks together, then there is a line out to the morhand’s front door to see this new curiosity.

she’s not particularly keen on babies, and she almost doesn’t go. she remembers the exact moment. she is sitting on the porch picking at a splinter and thinking that she doesn’t like babies, but she likes the morhands, but then again she likes them only in the vague way teens like people who treat them with a modicum of respect. it could have gone either way. it really could have gone any way.

but it didn’t. she gets up, stretches, and decides that anything is better than sunburning by herself in a stifling twine afternoon. she goes to join the group of people milling around the front of the house with cakes and casseroles and old clothes with moth-holes in them. none of her friends are here, which is a disappointment so strong she almost leaves on the spot.

and then chai-nuzz shows up.

that is the moment.

oh, she knew him for ages, or, knew of him. he was the heir to the daedalus stoneworks, though, and he spent most of his time in the mines or in the workshop or deep in his books. he was hardly around when their sad small little one room school was open; afterwards, she sees him less than she sees shadows. he’s always been a bit skittish, too, so it’s markedly peculiar to see him marching up with such gangly awkward determination.

he’s carrying what looks like a little toy, and isn’t that delightful?

she walks over, and they talk, and they talk, and the rest is history.

it terrifies her.

how close did she come to losing this? how close was she to never falling in love with him? how much of her life is not fate, but chance?

she remembers the exact moment.

it truly, truly could have gone either way.

so, every dawn on their anniversary, she rises particularly early and goes outside and lets herself be completely, totally scared.

and then she goes back inside, and lets herself be in love.

happenstance or fate. it doesn’t matter. it did happen.

she will not waste the time she has on this star letting could-have-beens haunt her.

[lafactoriadelmeme]

Con sonido! 🔈🔉🔊

[abadbowlofsoup]

The face of a woman regretting the music lessons.

[cipheramnesia]

This is fairly close to the relationship I had with my mom.

[adamsmasher]

i love those little moments where her face lights up because the joy of the joke far outweighs how sick of it she is. like the moment with the star wars music? *chef’s kiss*

[biglawbear]

They are both clearly having SO much fun, I love this

[canagadoodles]

My account is still blocked from searching/tags/etc on my business blog @foundfamilyadventurecrafts so I'm posting this here. There's something very bad happening with Small Business, Tech, and Amazon. What else is new?

Links: Bobo Design Studio for Updates & Submitting Information

Arrows Aim Greenhouse + Chroma Rex are putting together a complaint with WA State Attorney General's Office + Templates for complaints / opt out

Articles:

Amazon's Buy For Me Information Page

Reuters Article

Ars Technica Article

Business Insider Article

[friday-tea]

Hey, that's us and a bunch of our friends! This whole thing SUCKS so bad and we're pissed. We've intentionally not listed our products on Amazon for the 15 years we've been in business. We're ready to join a class action lawsuit and kick some ass.

[dreamingdormouse]

Friday makes really good tea, both just by the flavors and as reflections of fandoms. I absolutely LOVE my Second Breakfast (hobbits) and General's Jasmine (Uncle Iroh).

Go check out the Friday Afternoon Tea website DIRECTLY if you want to support them - and if you, unlike me, are in Seattle, go visit the brick-and-mortar store!

And boycott Amazon.

[unicyclehippo]

the hard part about writing is literally writing a banger sentence n then having to be like. do NOT share it. dont share it. dont share it. just wait. its not as good outside of context. just WAAAAAIT. when its like. if i dont get attention right this second im gonna stop writing forever my hands will turn to stone & my brain will fall outta my ears n go rolling around on the floor & down the apartment stairs & out into the cool night air never to be seen again

[brbuttons]

every now and then I return to this site and find all of our Sinclair posts liked by one person

like ah yes

welcome to the fictional capitalist hell-pit.

[gyratorium]

[silkysong]

[snototters-deactivated20210129]

[steamandcream]

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

[steamandcream]

sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you're right and you should say it.

It is defeatable. Go for the throat.

[waddlesworth]

If you took the Bioshock characters and placed them in front of the original Monopoly, I don’t even think they’d last a whole game. It’d be constant fighting and eventually lead to a table flip. But the only person who might actually enjoy it?

Sinclair— that game was made for him. He’d cause the eventual table flip, actually.

[punchdrunkdolly]

i exist and i love you

[brbuttons]

The we that was is no longer the we that is. It's time for the catch-ups.

[brbuttons]

it’s funny going through our other father tag and only seeing five pieces of art

as if we didn’t draw him literally a hundred or so times with countless AUs and single-handedly kept his tag alive between the years of 2010-2015

people don’t associate us with it anymore (which is probably good considering) but it’s one of those things that genuinely makes me look at the passing of time and go ‘oh’ followed by the realisation that we’re now closer to Charlie’s age than Coraline’s.

Every fixation aids the passage of time.

[brbuttons]

warmup sketches of dear ol’ pumpkin dad

[sometiktoksarevalid]