I’m heckin-sleeby here and on AO3, and Ilikevideogames almost everywhere else.
🔞 I am in my late 30s and my blog is NSFW friendly and 18+ 🔞
❌ Military recruiters are not your friends and military-themed video games are propaganda. Enjoy the medium, but seriously, don’t join the military. ❌
🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️LGBTQIA+ friendly🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
Banner art commissioned from @snakebunker. Avatar commissioned from SuppaRider.
Pinned post banner by yours truly.
More about me and my blog below the cut.
This blog is mostly reblogs of fandom art or shitposts.
I occasionally put out fan art for various fandoms, with the most current being Destiny and COD:MW. I’m shy and I work slow after losing years of my free time to untreated ADHD and burnout, so please be patient with me.
I have experience with art mediums such as fiber arts, photography, digital art, acrylic, charcoal, scratchboard, and cake decorating.
I have a bsky and I am active on Discord.
I do not have an Instagram or TikTok account.
If you are a content creator, I love you and you’re awesome.
Any and all ask and RP blogs I encounter will be blocked. They’re just not my thing.
Anyone found to be posting AI writing or art will be blocked.
More serious topics I tend to talk about or reblog include:
Anyway this disability pride month I would like to shoutout disabled folks whose creativity has suffered because of their condition. I’m talking people with hand tremors and pain that stop them from drawing, knitting, and playing instruments. People whose thinking has become so disorganized that nothing they write makes sense to other people. People with chronic pain who can no longer dance. People so over medicated in a fruitless attempt to maintain stability that the wells of their imagination have run dry.
I see you and I love you. You are more than your creative output. You are not a shell of what you used to be. You are a whole, complete person, regardless of what your creativity has been, is now, or will be in the future.
Truly I hate to do this to you all but; you can watch all the videos and read all the blogs in the world but you cannot learn to sew without at some point picking up a piece of fabric and fucking it up. No tutorial exists that will stop you at some point ruining this poor piece of cloth. The visceral act of holding a project and wondering where you went wrong is the only way to learn sewing; you cannot escape it. I’m sorry
how the fuck am i, the girl who regularly works on power supplies, which people are famously advised to absolutely never open due to shock hazard, like the only one here without notable electric shock experiences
I may of sent this before but my wifi was messed up so I don't know if it went through, but!!! Can you draw 141 doing communal shower antics and maybe if you'll be soooo kind to bless me with some gaz stuff just doing anything on duty love him in your style, keep creating😘
Do you take any kind of medicine? Even if it’s only an over the counter antacid or an antibiotic for that thing you’re fighting? Do you have a hard time remembering to take meds? Sometimes shit is hard to do. Sometimes it helps to have a blorbo with you to help you do the difficult things. Print this, set it as an alarm screen, eat it with your meds, whatever you gotta do. Just don’t repost it (reblogs are great!), use it to train AI, or remove my watermarks, please.
I’ve even got an ‘enter your own text’ version! If you need a higher resolution than Tumblr allows, I’ve got that, too!
