Mollis (they/he) commissions open, message for info currently hyperfixating on my dnd characters and trying out art styles ask me about my ocs there’s so much lore!!
You can get small TMA commissions (a little drawing or short fanfic) in exchange for donating to 1 of 10 Gofundme's of Palestinians in Gaza (starting May 17th)
There are about 60 artists signed up already who have volunteered to work for free for this to happen. Until May 16th, you can join too!
The project is fanmade and has no connection to Rusty Quill
Our carrd: https://magnusforgaza.carrd.co/
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How can I participate as an artist?
If you want to support our cause and join as a visual artist or writer - thank you! You must be at least 16 years old to participate. You can fill out this form to sign up: Artists Form
Here's a seperate post with information for artists.
How can I commission?
1: Donate to one of the 10 gofundme's. (any amount)
2: Fill out the commission form and describe what art you want!
3: And now we wait. We don't know how many commissions each artist will take on so please be patient💚
Where does the money go?
We, the organizers and artists of TMA commissions for Gaza, gain no money from this. We ask participants to donate to 1 of these 10 Gofundme's by Gazans who are trying to survive and evacuate Gaza. 5 of these Gofundmes are on the Operation Olive Branch list and the other 5 are friends and family of one of our organizers. The funds are needed for expenses such as medical care, food and first and foremost to pay for crossing the border to Egypt.
Why only 10 Gofundme's?
We hope to be more effective when focusing on just a small number of Gofundme's and not for example the whole Operation Olive Branch list. Providing a smaller number of places to donate to may also help donators to not get overwhelmed by the amount of people who need their help.
If you have any questions, send us a message here on Tumblr!
Day 2. A new OC. Cherry Sue the vampire with a power to travel between media properties, and a taste for all things fandom. They’re never caught out of cosplay.
In this case I think they were stupid enough to get tricked by Helen, but started feeding on the others caught in the corridor. Helen didn’t sign up for a parasite so she threw them out.
“…don’t know if I should be happy this thing’s still in one piece. I, uh… There’s nothing to guarantee this will ever reach the hands of Kratos, General Kratos, anyway. But, for posterity’s sake…I owe the crew at least this much. So.
“Pilot Log uhh fiveish. Guess this makes me interim Captain, ha… I’m not sure how long it’s been since we set off, the days bleed into each other, and it’s not like I have anyone to confirm how long I’ve been unconscious since I landed on this asteroid for repairs. The clocks are all broken and my captor doesn’t seem to have a similar concept of hours and days as we do.
“I’m the sole survivor of the crew. Wildspace exploration mission, uhh something? Who even remembers those strings of letters? After about a month’s journey headed towards the latest divined portal we took heavy damage from a large, hostile warship—they showed signs of cultist activity—and were forced to try a crash landing on a nearby planet. It was a shitshow. The hull was already scraped up, and strong winds in the atmosphere had us spinning down like a damn mining drill. Next thing I know, we’re… I’m on the ground, and Shale. Our engineer…Shale…I can’t. The rest of the crew, too. I’m still not sure if what I saw was real. Maybe I just don’t want it to be.
“The planet we crashed on is overrun by Plasmoids, they surrounded the crash site and…took all of those dead or dying. Everyone else is gone. There will be no funerals, their bodies desecrated in a manner more horrifying than I can say. They dealt with the warship that pursued us all the way to their land. From the screams I heard before we made an escape on the scout ship, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about this wave.
“We… That devil and me made it out. The closest thing to a miracle I’ve seen, now that the hull’s only holding together with spit and string. I’ve been taken hostage and tasked with teaching a Plasmoid to pilot. It keeps wearing Shale’s face as some sort of torture, but hasn’t attacked yet. Fucking coward. My attempts to stall are going fine so far, but I can only keep it up for so long before it realises. Since I’m already doomed, when that time comes I plan to go down swinging.
“I’ll leave this tape here in an electrum case, hopefully someone from Gaia Corp picks up the unusual trace. An army of cultists is coming from another Crystal Sphere. The Plasmoids are organising to fly into Wildspace. Get ready for the beasts you poked awake with those war efforts. Fuck whoever’s listening to this, fuck General Kratos, and everyone else who put us in this place. May the stone preserve the rest.
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