g/t enjoyer and cat ladyminor, sfw onlyshe/her
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Insertcatsnamehere - Camizilla - Tumblr Blog
reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol
the human responds with those videos of “when your short friend is mad at you”
for the stalk prompt—
imagine a borrower with a phone who just stalks their human
and sends them the pictures they take
and the human is like bro wtf
and the borrower just smiles innocently and runs back into the walls
this won’t leave my brain please help
for the stalk prompt—
imagine a borrower with a phone who just stalks their human
and sends them the pictures they take
and the human is like bro wtf
and the borrower just smiles innocently and runs back into the walls
this won’t leave my brain please help
Gtober day 2: Mask
Here have a piece I cobbled together in like an hour featuring low effort tinies and no background lmao
Anyways I was pretty happy with this one featuring some randos totally not based off me and my best friend who doesn’t actually know about g/t chilling on a mask for some reason
(oh shoot I almost forgot today’s writing ‘challenge’)
Day 19; a story with a bunch of fluff!
Just like yesterday, it’s another webtoon; Violet Goes to the Beach is a rather fluffy story about a tiny who lost her memory and a (comparative) giant who’s learning how to grow thanks to her.
I drew this a while ago but just saw it in my camera roll and decided hey why not
My dear friends 🫂🫂
When we resorted to asking for urgent help, we resorted to it because of the difficulty of the life we live, whether psychological, physical or material 💔
We are a Palestinian family of seven people. We were living a decent and stable life and we had our dreams. Suddenly our situation changed due to the devastating war that caused us to lose everything we owned and negatively affected my children psychologically, educationally and otherwise 😭😭
Therefore, we are in dire need of help 💔
Today, after nearly 330 days of war and five months since the start of the fundraising campaign, we have reached 22k€ thanks to your support, participation and donations. We hope that you will continue to support and participate until we reach 65% of the goal, as there is less than 750€ left to reach it 🙏
Thank you very much
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Sadly, I don't have any money to donate myself, but hopefully others do.
Anyone seeing this, please reblog and/or donate ❤️
Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔
I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏
Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤
https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗
Hi Mohammed! The situation in Gaza breaks my heart, and I wish you the best, but I am unable to donate. Hopefully this post might reach more people who can, though.
Anyone seeing this, please reblog/donate!
Fun fact: I’m autistic I’m gonna do a thing inspired by another person
Reblog if your blog is safe for autistic people or is ran by an autistic person!
oh and
Reblog if you stand against Autism Speaks!
Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
I dug up this piece from an old journal and decided to post, hope you enjoy! ^^
No hood could obscure the stranger’s eyes. They flared unnaturally, blue fire reaching the edges of the hood and casting their face in an otherworldly glow.
The witch, however, was unfazed. “What quest have you been sent on,” she said, “what reward offered for you to face such doom?”
They said nothing, only took a step forward. Their cloak was pulled together with only a silver button, yet it seemed no wind could reveal the form hiding underneath.
“Who was it that told you it was a good idea to invade a witch’s lair?” Her home was in the darkest reaches of a forest she had cursed herself, and if if weren’t for the fireflies that constantly fluttered around there would be no light. “You do not know the land as well as I; what could you possibly expect to accomplish?”
“I am not here to fight you,” they said, “but to bring you elsewhere. Death has called, and you shall answer.”
“Ha!” she said. “I answer to none, not even a god.” Hands raised, she drew his electric blue in swirls of flame towards herself. It danced and weaved through her fingers, spinning an intricate net. As threads of light touched her fingertips, they glowed the same color before returning to their usual brown.
It seemed that the moon itself sent its shine to her as the markings around her face and body illuminated the space. She was a beacon shedding light on the trees looming above them. Intricate patterns danced up her face and neck. And despite all this power, the stranger only looked on in amusement.
“For I am a goddess in my own right.” As she said this, her smooth black hair rose around her face.
But it was the stranger’s turn to laugh. “Such arrogance!” they said. “No mortal being deserves to be called a god, something you would do well to learn.” The earth underneath them glowed blue.
Vines began to crawl their way up the witch’s stone-grey dress, the same way fire erupted from the ground around the stranger’s cloak. Neither had no reason for this except to display their power in an effort to intimidate the other.
The flames snapped back, swallowed by the dirt. “I have no time for pointless games,” said the stranger. “You are to come with me and find what Death has to teach you.”
She meant to laugh. She meant to say, amused, So soon? But she found herself frozen and mute as blinding light enveloped the scene.
The stranger had disappeared. She was standing on the bank of a great river that she could not see either end of. It seemed as though her vision was filtered through a golden lens; even the river was yellowed as an ancient map is. In front of the witch, the river cleaved a path through the barren land.
Not a single soul stood with her, but a voice itched the back of her mind.
“Welcome, dear Silanei, to your hell.”
Giants who are sooooooo big… tinies who are soooo small?? Just the immense size difference?? The horror of realizing this weird landscape is alive, and staring right at you. Realizing that speck isnt dirt, its a person, and you just dont have your glasses on. The rumbling of words too big and slow to be coherent. The squeaky tiny voice yelling … something up at you, you cant be sure what, they’re just so small. Rrgrgghhrhrg
I just think everyone should take a moment to consider the question "what is your visual shorthand for cruelty?" and then follow it up with a critical "and who taught you that?"
specific examples include but are not limited to
why is an evil timeline character design disabled? (why do the heroes go through equally punishing battles and never lose an arm, a leg, an eye?)
why are the futuristic scifi terrorists uniformly darker skinned? (why are the heroes so much lighter?)
why is the greedy boss fat? (why are the heroes skinny?)
why is the criminal mastermind heavily scarred? (why is the brooding, traumatized hero unscathed?)
why is the predatory creep a bearded person in a dress and makeup? (why are none of the heroes trans women?)
who taught you that this is how things are?
how long do you plan on repeating it?
