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this is just a place for me to keep my artwork, maybe someday ill do comissions but not today

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LISTEN UP

I’m American. I live right in the southwest and let me tell you, it’s hell over here right now, but it will become a lot worse if Article 13 is passed. 

You’ve probably heard about Article 13, and if you haven’t, go watch this video right now. Whatever you’re doing can wait for sixteen minutes and two seconds, because a second-long vote could destroy everything online.

Whether you’re from Europe or not, this law could affect you, so you should care Article 13 because it is going to destroy the online lives that you have built. No more posting memes, no more remixes, and no more YouTubers from anywhere. 

Jacksepticeye will no longer be able to upload. 

Markiplier will no longer be able to upload. 

MatPat won’t.

Thomas Sanders.

Dan and Phil.

How to Basic. 

All of your favorite content creators are at risk of losing their jobs because people want stricter laws on copyright, which will support the larger media companies but kill smaller creators. And because of this, we may lose everything online. 

So spread the word! Reblog this, reblog other people’s posts, find petitions, write your own posts! If you’re in Europe, contact your MEP’s and get them to understand how it will affect the people who use the internet. 

Please. 

#savetheinternet. 

[writing-prompt-s]

After your parents found out you are gay and kicked you out, the only place left for you to go was the magical forest. Write about your life.

[caeryth-blog]

The birds began their chirping at the first signs of sunlight. A disgruntled yawn startled some of the birds that had been singing away in the treetops. As soon as Roderick finished stretching, he hastily took off his boots and clothes to streak into the lake. He was butt-naked and he felt no shame. Not here at least. There were no people living in or around this part of the forest. It was rumored that many dangerous creatures found their home here and that the darkest parts had swallowed men’s souls whole. Roderick thought it was perfect. Legends like these kept people at bay. He felt safe here. And being an outcast himself, he almost felt at home. Sometimes he could not sleep as he saw eyes preying on him in the distance. However, it seemed as if the birds enchanted their surroundings with their songs, keeping the darkness out. Once Roderick had finished his morning routine, he spruced himself up to the best of his abilities, strapped on his sword, and set out for the nearest town. Birds would sometimes stop mid-song as he passed underneath them, wondering where a roaring growl had come from - which, of course, had come from Roderick’s stomach.

He had not eaten in days and his hunting skills were practically nonexistent. Luckily, he was familiar with a bakery in the nearest town, Rosebarrow, and it had the most delicious bread throughout the land of Estria. On top of that, it was free for him most of the time.

The townsfolk would look at him in disgust from their front porches as soon as they laid eyes on him. His muddy boots and tattered clothes were almost certainly a sign he was an outcast. Roderick clenched his hand around the pommel of his sword when he heard two women talking in hushed voices as they walked by, glaring at him. It was the usual. It was the world he lived in and he had come to accept.

Roderick turned a corner and the air was suffused with the smell of freshly baked bread. He exhaled deeply, trying to release the tension in his body from encountering the townspeople and sauntered into the bakery. A bell chimed and soon after a young man came hurrying from the back room to welcome his customer.

“Roderick!” he said, smiling from ear to ear. “It’s good to see you again.”

Roderick looked around, his eyes carefully inspecting the place. He had come here every week for the past six months and had learned to be cautious. The young man twiddled with his fingers, seeming to wait for Roderick to say something back or, at the very least, make eye contact.

“Is he here?” Roderick finally said.

“No”, the young man replied, his smile sobering up. “He is seeing some investors. He wants to go into the gold mining industry or something.”

Roderick didn’t reply. The young man took that as his cue, turned around to collect an arm full of loaves from the shelves behind him, and placed them on the counter. Roderick opened his bag and put the loaves inside. They were still warm, and for some reason a wave of sadness passed through his body.

The young man looked at him, his eyes trailing Roderick’s every movement as if he might disappear at any moment. When Roderick shoved the last loaf in his bag, the young man leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss.

Roderick recoiled. “Not now, Charlie!” he snapped. “In broad daylight?”

“Calm down, no one saw us,” said Charlie. But Roderick’s eyes widened in fear. “I just told you my dad is meeting up with investors and you know I would never kiss you if anyone was around. Trust me. Why are you always so anxious about this?“

His body stiffened at the remark. “Why?” shouted Roderick. “Are you seriously asking me this question?” Roderick swiveled on his heels and made for the door.

“Wait. Wait!” Charlie hurried after him.  "I am sorry. That was foolish. Please stay.”

Roderick stared at him incredulously. “Do you know how many of us are killed every single day, Charlie?” Tears crept up in the corner of his eyes. “For real, what were you thinking? If we continue to keep this up, it’s going to get us both killed! Fucking killed, Charlie! The Royal Guard kill people like us on the spot!”

Charlie stepped closer. His fingers gently wiping away the tears streaking across Roderick’s face. “I know,” he whispered.

“Don’t you dare touch me like this!” Roderick batted his hand away. Roderick reached for the doorknob, but before he could open the door Charlie had slapped him in the face.

“You are the man I love,” his fist pulled back, ready to deal a heavy blow. “You…,” he stammered. “You… of all people. Don’t you dare…,” Charlie lowered his fist and started sobbing.

Roderick knew where Charlie was going. He used to be more certain of himself. But the more he got to know himself, the less of him was left. The people of Estria didn’t accept two men loving each other.

“This is not good for any of us, this secrecy. It’s eating us alive!”

“It’s eating you alive” Charlie retorted.

When I was about to leave the house for good…,” Roderick said, clenching his fist, “…my father walked up to me, opened the door, and said he was not going to judge me, but he’d be happy to break my neck so God could do the judging a little sooner, and shoved me outside.”

Charlie fell silent. Roderick had told him everything about his past, and he could not possibly forget something like that.  "I understand,“ he whispered.

“No!” he shot Charlie an icy stare. “I don’t think you understand.” He opened the door and stormed out. The bell chimed violently as he smashed the door shut.

The steps on the stairs creaked. “Charlie?” came a voice. Charlie jerked around and froze instantly.

“I… I thought you were out of town,” Charlie said, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror.

“You are a sin, my disgrace of a son.” ———————— The next morning Roderick woke up exhausted. He barely slept and the few dreams he had were all about Charlie never wanting to speak to him again. Charlie had only tried to reconcile, he shouldn’t have stormed off like he had. Roderick packed his things and once again set out for Rosebarrow.

Upon arriving at the bakery he noticed that a rather large crowd had gathered around its entrance. As he made his way through the crowd, he passed a man who said, “I heard his own father has done him in. Praise that man.” Another woman said, “It’s probably going to take a while to scrub that sinful blood out from the floor.”

Terror swept quick as lightning over Roderick’s face. His heart raced as he made his way to the edge of the crowd. He noticed a woman speak to two men in red cloaks. ‘That must be the royal guard,’ thought Roderick. “Could you describe to me what the man looked like?” inquired one of the guards. “Man? He’s an abomination! Just like that scum Charlie you found dead on the floor this morning.”

Roderick’s heart almost pounded out of his chest and he could barely make out what the woman was saying among the thunder in his head. “He has curly hair and green eyes and is about this height,” to which the woman rose her hand a foot above her head. “And he has a sword with a very distinguishable guard. An owl!” Roderick’s heart might as well have stopped at that very moment, but instead it was pounding so quickly and loud that people around him might have heard it. He glanced at his sword, quickly covered the guard with his hand, and made his way out of the crowd as fast as he could, fighting back the tears that might give him away. All he wanted was to get out of that place, out of that town.

He arrived in the woods two hours later. Charlie was dead. Roderick’s only reason to live had been murdered by his own father. He stared blankly into the lake. The water looked serene and darkly inviting. He trudged off into the lake and continued walking limply against the rising water that slowly swallowed him whole. He dived in and tried to stay underwater by holding on to the vegetation growing on the bottom. But no matter how hard Roderick tried, he wouldn’t drown. His head parted the water and he gasped for air before disappearing into the lake again as quickly as he had surfaced. He kept trying to drown himself, but after failing a dozen times he finally gave up. Roderick crawled out of the water and slammed the bank with his fists, making water and sand splash up around him. “Is this what is left of me?” he cried. “How could I have let this happen?” He unsheathed his sword and pressed the point to his chest. But upon seeing the sword he remembered Charlie’s words: “This sword is an heirloom. But we never even look at it. Here, you can have it.” He remembered how Charlie looked at him as he handed Roderick the sword. “May it protect you in the forest and guide you to greater heights. There’s something about you, and I’m not quite sure what it is, but I think you can change this land for the better. I think it’s your eyes…they look so determined.”

Roderick had accepted the sword rather hesitantly. “Well if you insist, then I shall hereby promise that this sword will not only serve to protect my own ass, but will also serve to protect you.” And then they kissed and laughed, and kissed a little more. Roderick had no idea where his determination had gone since that day, but he started to suspect that it wasn’t the forest that would swallow his soul whole, but rather the people living in Estria themselves.

A breeze rustled through the trees when suddenly the wind picked up. Birds chirped loudly as their branches swayed. Roderick clenched his sword, his eyes darting around the trees. As quickly as it started, the wind fell silent. Roderick’s mouth fell open in utter bewilderment. It might have been his imagination, but there, only a few feet in front of him, stood Charlie with his back turned to Roderick. His eyes widened as he used his arms to crawl forward, his hand trembling violently as it reached out for Charlie.

“Charlie!” his eyes welling up. His face was soon a mixture of tears and cold water that had dripped from his hair. “I am so sorry!” He forced his body up despite the exhaustion and ran towards Charlie. But he could not will his body for long, his legs were shaking and quickly gave out, making him fall back to his knees. Charlie did not move. “I am a coward,” Roderick began, “I promised I would protect you but even that I couldn’t do.” He waited for a response, but none came. “Charlie?” Still nothing. “Charlie, I love you.” Roderick was desperate. “Charlie, what do you want me to say? Say something. Please…,” he said as he dragged himself forward. And just when he was almost able to graze Charlie’s feet, Charlie turned around and held out his hand, smiling.

Roderick could feel his blood gushing through his veins as he looked at Charlie’s hand hovering in front of his face. He grasped it, and Charlie helped him up. For a moment they looked at each other. The storm raging in Roderick’s eyes calmed. The wind started to pick up again, and his lover vanished as quickly as he had appeared.

Night fell and Roderick’s sobs turned into anger as he rummaged in his bag and found that the once warm bread was cold. “Estria and all its people can go fuck themselves!” he shouted at the clouds above him. ‘You were always there for me. Your kind and loving self. You gave me this sword and bread and picked me up when no one else would,’ he thought as he clenched his fist, nails digging so deep into his skin that it began to bleed.

All of a sudden, it was as if the fire the townsfolk said he would burn in for all of eternity filled his heart. Roderick stood tall. “No one will define me! I will define myself, and if their God doesn’t praise me, I will praise myself!” The wind continued to howl. “I promised I would protect you with this sword and I will.” He lifted it high in the air and looked at the sword as it glistened in the moonlight. “Do you hear me?!” He shouted. “In your memory…,” tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, “… I promise to protect everyone who’s different like us. Even if it costs me my life.” He pounded his chest. “Do you hear me?” he shouted again. “I shall fight. Nor the king’s army nor the people of Estria shall defy me. I am going to train and I will proclaim myself a knight to make sure anyone can be whoever the hell they want to be and love whoever the hell they want to love. I will look after them as you looked after me. This ends here!” And even though tears were rolling down his face, his eyes grew more and more determined.

—–3 years later—–

Roderick had taken on an apprenticeship as a blacksmith. He’d promised to work diligently and refused any form of compensation as long as the blacksmith taught him how to use his sword. He worked the iron, and with every blow of the hammer he remembered his vow. Each evening he practiced his stances and technique as if his life depended on it - and it did. After three years of toiling every day without pause, he felt confident in his skills. Roderick took the final test, forged his own armor, and passed with flying colors. “Remarkable, the owl elements you managed to put in this armor,” said his teacher, his face beaming with approval. “It’s outstanding.”

The blacksmith had gifted him a black stallion. Together on his horse Valicius, Roderick forged ahead, looking for other knights to join his order. He galloped to all quarters of the compass, sleeping in the scorching heat of deserts and camping in the darkest of caves.

Seven months passed and the clatter of hooves that long had been the only sound to keep him company was soon a rolling thunder that would turn the heads of anyone who heard it. For now, riding beside Roderick were seven other knights that had joined the order:

The Pink Eagle, a princess whose father ordered the death of her beloved Anna, by lashing her until she collapsed.

The Black Arrow, who never missed a shot except when it comes to romance. He carries a bow made of entangled vines.

The Gator, a pan knight who was banished and left to his own devices in the swamps of Argar, where he wrestled alligators and gained strength.

The Eclipse, who was excommunicated after a church member found he took too much liking in men and women, and his non-binary sibling Deimos, who is so strong they can uproot fully grown trees with their bare hands.

The Diamond, a trans woman to who people threw stones at after a fellow mine worker once caught her wearing a dress. Her armor is made out of the strongest materials, inset with a diamond placed over her heart, that no stone will ever be able to scratch.

And the Ace, who refused to make love and have children after she was betrothed to a handsome nobleman. She was thrown to the wolves but was quickly accepted by them.

Grass streaked underneath the thudding of hooves, but vanished as they came to a halt. There they stood, side by side on their horses, on the edge of a cliff that overlooked Rosebarrow.

“Today”, began Roderick, “I am honored and blessed to have you as my friends. Three years ago I made a vow…,” he said, looking up, thinking about Charlie “… that I would protect anyone who is queer with this sword.” He heaved the sword to show the other knights. “The king’s army and the people of Estria kill us for what? Because I like men? Because they don’t understand you are a woman? We are a disgrace they say. Say we should burn. But I don’t believe that! Nobody but me decrees what I can and cannot be!” He banged his chest. “We share the same pain and I have nothing but respect and admiration that you joined me on this mission. This isn’t my mission anymore, it’s ours.”

“There are kids, people, who go through life with their heads down, ashamed of who they are. They have been taught that who they are is wrong and they can’t even be themselves, and if they are, they get punished. Accepting yourself, loving yourself, being proud of yourself, it’s something all those people in Estria have. They are probably not even aware of what a privilege that is. And they call us a sin? Us? Fuck them. Being able to be yourself is a goddamn human right! And nobody, nobody, is going to take that away from us.”

“We have been through a lot. The battle is by far not only fought in the realm of the physical. The hardest battle is in our mind and hearts. But we are strong, we have overcome many trials, and you have given me the courage to stand up for others! To walk with pride!”

“Tonight we ride for Rosebarrow and let it be known we have arrived!

That we have their back

Because who are we?”

“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!” the other knights bellowed, their horses rearing up.

“The king’s army does not expect us to win

But we will never surrender!

Weakness is not in our hearts!

We will look at our fellow queers who struggle and fight day in and day out

And we will draw strength from them!

Because who are we?”

“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”

“Never will we let them fall, never will we let them down

We will protect them

Because who are we?”

“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”

“It’s just the eight of us now, and it might be the eight of us forever

We cannot expect others to ride with us

But we continue to fight for them!

And welcome everyone with open arms

So we can walk with pride together!

Because who are we?”

“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”

“WHO ARE WE?”

“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”

[saterii-deactivated20200821]

This made me tear up

[prideknights]

As someone who has struggled with his orientation for a long time, this story hits really close to home and is very important to me. I reached out to @caeryth asking if we could do more with it. We want to have a website and create more Pride Knights’ content to inspire and empower others. We want everyone to know that your differences are what make you unique and that you are valid no matter how you identify yourself. We are both students and are short on money to buy a website but this is going to happen no matter how long it takes. However, we’ve made merch for our fellow Pride Knights who want to help out. Meet us:

There are t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies. The print is on the back and the Pride Knights’ logo on the front.

Join us and inspire and empower others. Show that it’s okay to differ from the masses. Show your support for others and your pride in yourself - celebrate what makes you, you.

We have each other’s backs!

We stand up for our fellow queers who fight day in and out and we draw strength from them!

We walk with pride!

We are the Pride Knights!

The merch is available until December 15

https://teespring.com/stores/prideknights

Join us on Tumblr @prideknights and Instagram @prideknights

[shippingismyreligion-deactivate]

Reblog this is so important for many people like me !!

[thegaylists]

lgbt music about

sapphic spotify playlist / mlm spotify playlist

best friends

bestie by sizzy rocket

boyfriend by tegan and sara

hmu by spacegirl gemmy

iilwmbf by salen

jenny by studio killers

kari equals hottie by the dollyrots

no kings by the total bettys

sleepover by hayley kiyoko

two little girls by ani difranco

breakups - wlw 

0108 by nakala

always this way by laura marling

bad at love by halsey

come on in my kitchen by larkin poe

conversations by lauren sanderson 

cruise freestyle by nakala

curious by hayley kiyoko

deleted you by be steadwell

good girl by domo wilson

in my blood by ji nilson

let me go by be steadwell

like me by chely wright

me & her by heavens to betsy 

new girl by be steadwell

now i’m all messed up by tegan & sara

she’s not you by grace petrie

strangers by halsey

talia by king princess 

breakups - mlm

better off just friends by pansy division

closure by ieuan

fighting for by brendan maclean

glenview by pansy division

it doesnt matter to him by john grant 

ramona by ieuan

stephen by brayton bowman

straight boy by shamir 

the day u left me by ieuan

too much to ask by pansy division

bisexuality

b.i.g by caitlyn scarlett

bad at love by halsey

bi by alicia champion

bi by alizee 

bi by living colour

bisexual by grlwood 

blinders by phem

boys by maris

boys/girls by torrey mercer

do not disturb by halestorm

gettin’ bi by crazy ex gf cast

girls/girls/boys by panic! at the disco

i do both jay and jane by postman

i wanna bf with a car by kate nash

in or out by ani difranco

not myself tonight by christina aguilera 

pretty boys and pretty girls-book of love

swings both ways by robbie williams 

cheating - wlw 

all the girls love alice by emeli sande

boyfriend by marika hackman

girlfriend by kitty

greatness by jen foster

i kissed a girl by jill sobule

cheating - mlm

all american boy by steve grand

billy brown by mika

deadahh by lil ph*g

girlfriend by mnek

i kissed a boy by jupither

im still your f*g by broken social scene 

life lovers by pansy division

to be alone with you by sufjan stevens 

christmas 

12 gays of christmas-bubba love sponge

a dirty gay christmas-jonny mcgovern

homo christmas by pansy division

i saw daddy kissing santa-rupaul

itsa very queer christmas-erin mckeown

river by sam smith

rudy the big booty reindeer-big freedia

santa baby by rupaul

santa is a gay man-big freedia

crushes & love - wlw 

all day and all of the night - kate nash

and then she kissed me by st. vincent

aquafina by cj run

beautiful girl by sophie b. hawkins

boys aside by sofya wang

bwu by tegan and sara 

california friends by the regrettes

cardigan sweater by jasmine kennedy

caroline by girlyman

cherry by rina sawayama

come what may by daisy o’connor

daisy by zedd

girl by the internet

hometown by maddie ross 

honey by kehlani

i love you, sadie by wyvern lingo

if it isnt her by ani difranco

know your name by mary lambert

mad about the girl by valerie june

marian by julian weldon

marry me by tender forever

proud by ji nilson

radiant warmth by miki ratsula

rebel girl by bikini kill

red by miki ratsula

runway by kodie shane 

she by jen foster

she says by ani difranco

she keeps me warm by mary lambert

sing to her by kodie shane

sunshine by grace petrie

watercolor roses by ness nite

wild by molly burch

with a girl like you by thao & the get down stay down

crushes & love - mlm

all american boy by steve grand 

american boyfriend by kevin abstract

and i love him by benjamin gibbard

caramel by john grant 

denny by pansy division

garden boy by boy blue 

handsome man by matt alber

hold each other by a great big world

i met a man by romanovsky and phillips

just some guy by anthony rapp

love came along by pansy division

mannequin by leon markcus

michael by franz ferdinand 

my guy by kele okereke 

too beautiful by pansy division

two men in love by the irrepresibles

what a beautiful day by brett every 

gay & lesbian culture 

bears by tom goss

blue collar sex kitten-lauren ruth ward

boys wear pink by todrick hall

butch in the streets by tribe 8

closet femme by kate reid

drag king bar by bitch and animal

dyke bars never last by sapphic lasers

elderly lesbians by sara renberg

everyone is gay by a great big world

femme bitch top by tribe 8

gay bash by melange lavonne

gay parenting by melange lavonne

gay sex by be steadwell

girls like girls by hayley kiyoko

i can be a lesbian by judy small

i don’t do boys by elektra

i’ll never want a bf by bec sandridge

influenced by queers by judy small

lesbian chic by judy small

lgbt by lowell

lgbt by rupaul

like boys by hyphen hyphen

qda by god is my co-pilot

queer by frankie simone

queer for you by the degenerettes

the chapstick lesbian song by cassendre xavier 

the ellen page by partner

only dyke at the open mic-kate reid

the only gay person by sara renberg

the queer song by two nice girls

twinkie twinkie little star-pansy division

twinks by matt fishel

vaccines made me gay by grlwood

war paint by frankie simone 

homophobia & coming out 

american boyfriend by kevin abstract

apple pie by todrick hall

becoming myself by domo wilson

behind closed doors by matt fishel

boys in the street by greg holden

checking out your babe by tribe 8

compulsive liar by ezra furman

dumb by todrick hall

feminist housewives-bitch and animal

forbidden by todrick hall

g.d.m.m.l. grls by tyler glenn

gay thoughts by the growlers 

gay sex by be steadwell

heaven sent by parker millsap

hold your hand by nicolette forte

homo song by mara levi

lezbophobia by tribe 8

love is love by naz & ella

love is love by starley

married in london by janis ian

miserable america by kevin abstract

not worth hiding by alex the astronaut

pride by grace petrie

radio friendly pop song by matt fishel

she keeps me warm by mary lambert

since when are you gay? by childbirth 

some of my best friends-pansy division

thats so gay by pansy division

the village by wrabel

this is me by jen foster

whats expected of you-lipstick homicide

who wears the pants?? by soko

you can’t pray the gay away-laura bell bundy

pining - wlw

1950 by king princess

better anyway by lauren sanderson

boyfriend by marika hackman

boyfriend by tegan and sara

carrie (i want a girl) by moaning lisa

done deal by grace petrie

explosion by zolita

flirting with her by sir babygirl

girls by girl in red

girlfriend by kitty

girlfriend by ria mae

i need a woman to love by kesha

i wanna bf with a car by kate nash

i want her by blind fury

i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red 

jenny by studio killers

jessie’s girl by mary lambert

pretty girls by sequin sally

sister by kate nash

sleepover by hayley kiyoko

pining - mlm

boys that dance by ieuan

girl crush by harry styles

good guys by mika 

good wife by mika 

guy.exe by superfruit

him by geo louis

homie lova friend by anye elite 

i love you by woodkid

i really wanted you by pansy division

i wanna boi by pwr bttm

i wanted him by lontalius

im the friend by pansy division

my heart aches for you by pansy division

need a man blues by bronski beat

preppy boy by john grant 

the art teacher by rufus wainwright

the man i love by chester lockhart

sex - wlw

bestie by sizzy rocket

bitches by tove lo

boinked the bride by ember swift 

box by siya

dive by tiffany gouche

dreamboat by mirah

flowers for anna by ames

girls by beatrice eli

hefner by tana mongeau

holy by king princess

i didnt just kiss her by jen foster

kissing pink by kodie shane

lick it by god-des & she

pussy mine by bella thorne 

pynk by janelle monae 

sweet girl by nicole dollanganger

tangerine by cj run

true love cafe by nicole dollanganger 

sex - mlm

20 years of cock by pansy division

beercan boy by pansy division

bloom by troye sivan

chanel by frank ocean

daddy by sakima

dick of death by pansy division

groovy underwear by pansy division

he’s got his mothers hips-john grant 

he’s trippi by sakima

i lost my innocence by ezra furman

iced out dick by lil ph*g

its just a job by pansy division

james bondage by pansy division

new pleasures by pansy division

rachbottomoff by pansy division

seventeen by troye sivan

snug slacks by john grant 

t.h.u.g (trade) by todrick hall

tease by tyra b 

the cocksucker club by pansy division

tinted windows by pansy division

wet by anye elite

transitioning & dysphoria

a guy named joe by joe stevens

boy in a dress by namoli brennet

daughter by ryan cassata

daughterson by joe stevens

dysphoria by saint wellesley

f*gette by athens boys choir

ftm at the dmv by schmekel

genderless by jonesin and the hurt

genderqueer love song by schmekel 

girl or boy by dani shay

my lgbt story by itsbambii

new men with old man names-schmekel

second puberty by jake edwards

sex:male;gender:whatever-human kitten

tell me a story by skylar kergil

the village by wrabel

trans is love by marissa kay

trans punx by size of sadness

transgender dysphoria blues-against me 

true trans soul rebel by against me 

they/them/theirs by worriers

you cant tell me by jake edwards

youth

carla williams kissed me-jamie anderson

compulsive liar by ezra furman

diplomats son by vampire weekend

first time he kissed a boy by kadie elder

grace by jamie anderson

i lost my innocence by ezra furman

kiss the boy by keiynan lonsdale

loners by maddie ross

mr, peterson by perfume genius

pat me on the ass by pansy division

room by palehound

seventeen by troye sivan

seventeen by kevin abstract

son of a preacher man by tom goss

the art teacher by rufus wainwright

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Writers can use these 12 Archetypes to create characters

The 12 Common Archetypes by Carl Golden

The twelve archetypes are divided into ego types, self types, and soul types. 

1) The Four Ego Types   1. The Innocent Motto: Free to be you and me Core desire: to get to paradise Goal: to be happy Greatest fear: to be punished for doing something bad or wrong Strategy: to do things right Weakness: boring for all their naive innocence Talent: faith and optimism The Innocent is also known as: Utopian, traditionalist, naive, mystic, saint, romantic, dreamer.   2. The Orphan/Regular Guy or Gal Motto: All men and women are created equal Core Desire: connecting with others Goal: to belong Greatest fear: to be left out or to stand out from the crowd Strategy: develop ordinary solid virtues, be down to earth, the common touch Weakness: losing one’s own self in an effort to blend in or for the sake of superficial relationships Talent: realism, empathy, lack of pretence The Regular Person is also known as: The good old boy, everyman, the person next door, the realist, the working stiff, the solid citizen, the good neighbour, the silent majority.   3. The Hero Motto: Where there’s a will, there’s a way Core desire: to prove one’s worth through courageous acts Goal: expert mastery in a way that improves the world Greatest fear: weakness, vulnerability, being a “chicken” Strategy: to be as strong and competent as possible Weakness: arrogance, always needing another battle to fight Talent: competence and courage The Hero is also known as: The warrior, crusader, rescuer, superhero, the soldier, dragon slayer, the winner and the team player.   4. The Caregiver Motto: Love your neighbour as yourself Core desire: to protect and care for others Goal: to help others Greatest fear: selfishness and ingratitude Strategy: doing things for others Weakness: martyrdom and being exploited Talent: compassion, generosity The Caregiver is also known as: The saint, altruist, parent, helper, supporter.   2) The Four Soul Types           5. The Explorer Motto: Don’t fence me in Core desire: the freedom to find out who you are through exploring the world Goal: to experience a better, more authentic, more fulfilling life Biggest fear: getting trapped, conformity, and inner emptiness Strategy: journey, seeking out and experiencing new things, escape from boredom Weakness: aimless wandering, becoming a misfit Talent: autonomy, ambition, being true to one’s soul The explorer is also known as: The seeker, iconoclast, wanderer, individualist, pilgrim.   6. The Rebel Motto: Rules are made to be broken Core desire: revenge or revolution Goal: to overturn what isn’t working Greatest fear: to be powerless or ineffectual Strategy: disrupt, destroy, or shock Weakness: crossing over to the dark side, crime Talent: outrageousness, radical freedom The Outlaw is also known as: The rebel, revolutionary, wild man, the misfit, or iconoclast.   7. The Lover Motto: You’re the only one Core desire: intimacy and experience Goal: being in a relationship with the people, work and surroundings they love Greatest fear: being alone, a wallflower, unwanted, unloved Strategy: to become more and more physically and emotionally attractive Weakness: outward-directed desire to please others at risk of losing own identity Talent: passion, gratitude, appreciation, and commitment The Lover is also known as: The partner, friend, intimate, enthusiast, sensualist, spouse, team-builder.   8. The Creator Motto: If you can imagine it, it can be done Core desire: to create things of enduring value Goal: to realize a vision Greatest fear: mediocre vision or execution Strategy: develop artistic control and skill Task: to create culture, express own vision Weakness: perfectionism, bad solutions Talent: creativity and imagination The Creator is also known as: The artist, inventor, innovator, musician, writer or dreamer.   3) The Four Self Types   9. The Jester Motto: You only live once Core desire: to live in the moment with full enjoyment Goal: to have a great time and lighten up the world Greatest fear: being bored or boring others Strategy: play, make jokes, be funny Weakness: frivolity, wasting time Talent: joy The Jester is also known as: The fool, trickster, joker, practical joker or comedian.   10. The Sage Motto: The truth will set you free Core desire: to find the truth. Goal: to use intelligence and analysis to understand the world. Biggest fear: being duped, misled—or ignorance. Strategy: seeking out information and knowledge; self-reflection and understanding thought processes. Weakness: can study details forever and never act. Talent: wisdom, intelligence. The Sage is also known as: The expert, scholar, detective, advisor, thinker, philosopher, academic, researcher, thinker, planner, professional, mentor, teacher, contemplative.   11. The Magician Motto: I make things happen. Core desire: understanding the fundamental laws of the universe Goal: to make dreams come true Greatest fear: unintended negative consequences Strategy: develop a vision and live by it Weakness: becoming manipulative Talent: finding win-win solutions The Magician is also known as: The visionary, catalyst, inventor, charismatic leader, shaman, healer, medicine man.   12. The Ruler Motto: Power isn’t everything, it’s the only thing. Core desire: control Goal: create a prosperous, successful family or community Strategy: exercise power Greatest fear: chaos, being overthrown Weakness: being authoritarian, unable to delegate Talent: responsibility, leadership The Ruler is also known as: The boss, leader, aristocrat, king, queen, politician, role model, manager or administrator.

Note: There are four cardinal orientations: freedom, social, ego, order. The types have a place on these orientations.

Article via soulcraft.co

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It’s finally here!! Feel free to recommend this post to anyone who’s struggling to draw and want to start making character ^^ You can also change anything, you don’t have to follow all the guides; the lines are just there to teach you each proportion of the body. 

I leave some of the faces empty for you to change the mood of your character. Go nuts and play around!

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“Draw your Holy Trinity!” :DD

YesIknowI’mterribleatmakingschedules. I should just do them when I can without announcing false shiz :U but anyways have fun as always!!

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It’s for a group on Deviantart I’m modding. I had a fun setting up the charts and adding the information. I always love wings so I wanted to do something with it for fun. The top picture is what I aesthetically enjoy, haha. I was inspired by Haibane-Renmei on the process. 

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The clothing section is completely neglecting halter tops. (Fashion that’s MADE for an open back, so it needs no modification whatsoever!) And they come in all sorts of styles, some with much lower backs (open from neck to hip) for those with larger wings, and you can find them in every kind of clothing from lazy to ball-gown formal.

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Oh yes this works too! I didn’t do research on the halter tops but here are these! Also for the top image, I guess my point didn’t come across correctly but it turns red around the area where the wings are going to sprout. It’s a painful process but again I wasn’t going for science development or anything I was mainly inspired by an anime on the process and wanted to go through with it. TvT)9 I see a lot of people put their opinions on here but again this something fun to do and I didn’t expect to have a high favorite on it. ;;; I was proud of the charts I did. OTL

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Draw your OC.....

1. Normal 2. As a child 3. Opposite sex 4. In the opposite sex’s attire (ex. A guy wearing a sundress) 5. As a chibe 6. As a animal, or if it’s a animal, as a human 7. In their PJs 8. In formal attire 9. In swimwear 10. With their lover 11. With their BFF 12. As a monster 13. Dancing 14. As a fusion with another OC 15. In the style of one of your favorite videogames/ webcomics/ tv shows/ anime/ etc. 16. As a centaur. If they’re a centaur, as a normal person. 17. In a school uniform 18. As a Yandere 19. Working your dream job 20. Doing what YOU enjoy doing the most

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ey issa gorl

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ay bb

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this was originally meant to be a thing but then it wasnt

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hey iss loki from those cool movies

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yo heres a girl

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yo heres a drawing i dislike

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ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy iss mah gucci boi connor

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avocado