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So... Yes I draw and decided to give Goretober a try for the first time.

Day 1. Disembowelment

It's all drawn on paper and I just enhanced the lighting with photo edit.

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a message to alexander/technoblade

from tumblr’s techno writer, kay

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there’s a lot of words in the world, but none come close to describing the impact you had on my life. i was a girl who was struggling at college, and desperately hoping her family life would somehow get better.

you made things better. you fought dream in that battle and i instantly admired your humour and your skill. you are incredible, and i knew that from the moment i was first introduced to you.

my life has never been easy. i fixate on things to help me forget. but you were the one thing that i felt was constant. the first ‘phase’ of fixation that i felt could be forever. i wanted you to be forever. you brought happiness into my life at a time where i thought all hope was lost.

people always say that loving somebody like this is stupid. but i didn’t love because of that. i loved him because i understood him. and i felt like he understood me, and the rest of his community.

people close to me always joked about how similar we both were. our humour, our personalities. he made me feel seen, that it was okay to be myself. he made me feel special without even knowing it.

and so i decided to write. i hadn’t started fanfiction in years, and yet with him, he made me motivated. i wrote because i understood his character. technoblade is a fascinating man, both in and out of his persona. he’s charming, witty, compassionate— but above all, he was brave.

as somebody who comes from a family that has cancer running through it, i know how hard that battle can be. how emotionally draining it can be. but despite the hardships he faced, he never let it show. in fact, he even went out of his way to assure us that he was getting better, even though he knew he wasn’t. he was dying, and all he wanted to do was put a smile on people’s faces.

technoblade will always be my biggest and greatest love. he ignited my love for gaming, my love for writing, and above all, my love for living. he made each day that little bit easier to wake up for. i dress almost every day in his merch, his plushies line my shelves and my desk. there isn’t an inch of my room that isn’t covered in his propaganda and i wouldn’t have it any other way. he brought so much light into my life, and he will always continue to do so.

the connection i had to him doesn’t run as deep as his friends or family, and i can’t even begin to imagine how they’re feeling right now. the hurt in my body is abysmal compared to them, but i know they’re slowly healing like i am.

when i became the ‘techno writer’ of tumblr, i had no idea just how much it would change my life. his community allowed me to meet so many great people, and i will forever be thankful that i took that risk to start writing for him. i tried to help spread the light he installed into people’s lives, and i hope that i was able to bring you comfort with my work.

technoblade brought me comfort. he always did. whether it was late night rewatches of his videos, random livestreams, writing stories for his character, buying his merch or cuddling with his plushies at night— every ounce of love and attention i put into that man will never be a regret. he is a soul that is beautiful, kind, and powerful.

although i stopped writing for him, i never stopped supporting him. i will always support him. his battle is over, and i know he’s in a better place now. he doesn’t have to suffer anymore, and i know when this hole in my heart finally heals, i’ll be able to find peace knowing that he’s not hurting.

being a technoblade fan has had some of the greatest highlights of my life. the art, the writing, the editing— everything about his fandom has been nothing but supportive and talented. his community was just a replica of him.

alexander ‘technoblade’ was a supportive friend, and a talented being.

thank you for helping me fall in love with writing again.

thank you for giving me comfort on dark nights.

thank you for allowing me to love your work.

thank you for taking on a role model figure for the community.

thank you for being you.

i love and cherish you, in this life and the next.

— kay

their master plan did not work </3

Everyone's talking and simping for Kafka while my dumbass can only see this.

POV: You read too many martial arts webtoons.

Am I the only one who has this phase?🤧

boxing, aikido, and taichi, lol. Warren Martial art Jeet Kune do. (I didn't try that)

Daniel's baby face and puppy like charm is simply off the rockers. Must be protected at all costs.

The way their murderous aura just disappears after being subjected to those puppy eyes once. They legit do a 180° and go like- this precious baby must be petted.

Him🥰

😄👍

I could use some 💪 luck

Muerte/Death x Reader:

Love?

Just a short one. I wanted to write after not being able to for so long, and this'll probably be the only one I'll post after a while because exams are coming and I have, like, 2 bedrooms and an entire loft apartment I need to design + an explanation as to what design principles I chose and why I chose them, all while I'm sick and need to finish my architectural plates. So yeah xD

She's never loved anyone before.

At least not like this.

Before, she used to think that maybe love wasn't meant for her. That it was something that she wouldn't be able to reach out to and fully grasp in her hand, feel it in between her fingertips and feel its welcoming warmth in her palm and press it closely to her beating chest like she was so used to hearing about in books and in stories. That it was only something she could look at from afar and watch as others would be complete with their hold of the feeling of romance so dear that they dared trust it near their heart.

And she wasn't going to lie. She was content with that. She was content with the thought of never finding love like the others. Because maybe, maybe that's not where her life was supposed to go. And yet even though she's told herself that a plethora of times that the words were engraved in her head and in her heart, that it replaced the prayers she muttered to herself in the morning or at night, she still looked at a couple happily holding one another with the burn of wonder and jealousy that the words she had engraved so long in her heart and brain would fade.

How would it feel to have someone you could trust enough with the darkest and most destructive part of you? Trust them enough to hold you so close in a way that you would be treated as the most delicate fine china that they'd ever seen, cup your cheek with the palm of their hand and brush the soft or calloused flat of their thumb against your cheek and feel the love in that single stroke before looking at you in the eye and whisper out those words of reassurance that she's never had the privilege of hearing.

"I love you."

The words that burned through her heart and cracked the thick stone walls she's built around her heart and engraved with the words she's told herself since she had the acceptance of her lack of romance, watch as those walls crack and crumble until she's buried underneath the debris of pain and loneliness she's protected herself from after all these years.

Now, she feels the way his arms wrapped around her form, holding her as if she's the most delicate fine china she never was, feeling him laying his chin atop her head as his evened out breaths were the only sound that mattered in the dark room. She could feel the warmth of his embrace surrounding her with more care than anyone has ever given her in her life and could only lean her head against his chest, too tired of trying to fight away the love he was giving her, too tired of denying herself something that she should be receiving in the first place.

She's never loved anyone like this before. And when she goes to wrap her arm around his form, smell the lingering scent of the smoke of incense mixing with her bath products from the amounts of times he's joined her in the bath before, feel the softness of his fur in between her fingertips and feel the tip of his claws tracing mindless circles on her back, she knew she finally found the comfort of a home.

And though poets will tell people not to think of any person as such because they'll one day turn your comfort into fear, turn that love into hatred, and crush the thought of home from your mind that the sight of comfort would make your insides burn with anguish, she could only look up at his sleeping face, let the smile grace her lips and watch with a strange fascination as to how he'd come to change her life, and give him her full trust that he will remain as her home for as long as he wanted to be, and she knew she'd be doing the same.

Early concept art for the original sequel of Puss in Boots (2011), entitled Puss in Boots: Nine Lives & 40 Thieves

part 1 / 2

art by Peter Zaslav

info source: @Ismazing

Let me just leave this here once more /and yes I did the same thing in the other account but this one is legendary/

Wolf: I was there to witness ALL of [Puss' deaths]

Me:

"Wait are we doing this twist again?"

more tweets shitpost

death as a dark souls boss

Now I really do like Muerte being the big bad but I love the idea of him basically being an oversized puppy with his lover.

His tail wags when he sees you, you wake up to him just snorfling your face, and if you’re lying somewhere he will absolutely lay on you and you are not allowed to move at all. Just soft wolf man, scratch his ears and he’ll smile :]

this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye

I had a dream about Death wolf and I started to ponder about some stuff.

So, general idea of this wolf's appearance was manifested because Puss was a cat (Cats are afraid of wolves due to their genetic code). And it made me wonder what this would be like if he were manifest as other animals as well as a human.

My first thought was, he would possibly be an albino with his signature eyes. Mayhaps a few scars around his body with a mix of any marking or sigils somewhere on his body.

The second is a hulking giant with a deep dark hair and darkened skin. Again with his signature eyes but add on black paint splash around his temple. Similar to his wolf face shadow or fur?? Chains wrapped around the waist and forearm.

This is a random thought after I had that dream. I'll write it down because I still don't know how to draw men.

REBLOG if you have amazing talented artist friends!

death and perrito

Regarding Death Wolf...

Hear me out (NO, it's not the kind you are thinking)

We know Death has a job, right? To collect souls and most likely release them to the afterlife.

And for this job, he has to be there when somebody is about to die, as demostrated with him being there moments before Puss' eight death.

Supposing he is THE Death and he has been doing this since the beginning of time (or at least when there were enough stories of the Grim Reaper to adquire a physical form) that means he has seen a lot, A LOT of awful things.

Murders, suicides, massacres, death of infants, people who didn't deserve to die alone, animal cruelty, some other heavy stuff I won't mention here, etc etc etc.

And we thought "man, how is he able to cope with all of that? That job has to be utter torture for someone."

Probably many of you could think that he is able to do that because he is Death, and he was "born" with that purpose and only him can reap souls perfectly.

But while he is a force of nature, he also WAS a force of nature. Let me explain it well: He adquired a personality enough to be angry, excited, frustrated, amazed, happy, among other emotions.

While he has supernatural power and is most likely the most powerful being in the Shrek Franchise (or in Dreamworks as many say) he is also a PERSON.

Someone with a code of honor, morals, opinions, beliefs, etc.

Returning to the question "How can he bear all of that?" taking into account he is no longer an inevitable force, but a character of his own.

The answer is something you may relate to, and that is: Creativity and escapism.

To be the embodiment of Death, the guy is a very creative fella.

First of all, his design. I heard many people saying here and in Twitter that his design is something they would come up in their edgy, teen years of drawing their first fursona.

Guess what? They are right, the wolf form is someone's fursona. It's DEATH'S fursona. He clearly came up with this badass, piercing canine form to blend with the Fairy Tale Land assuming the form of the "Big Bad Wolf". He most likely had other forms he designed over the centuries and was able to present as them like if he were on a role play game in the living world.

His sickles? The weapon of choice with the little crossed cats on it to have a bigger effect of terror for Puss? Those who can become knuckles and join to create a scythe? Those are his creation, probably after thinking it for a while and writing all of those functions on a paper.

The way he presents himself? In the bar? The coins in his eyes as a "watching you" sign while being a cool reference to the Ferryman of souls? He transforming Perrito's forest into the background of a skull? The chilling reveal at the Cave of Lost Souls? The fire ring? It was all him.

As for the escapism part...

When the world becomes too heavy to deal with as real life issues tend to make us feel bad, depressed, angry... we tend to escape it somewhere. And in our time the common place would be the internet as in webpages or comics, stories, etc.

But what has to do with Death Wolf you may ask?

Well, while he would NEVER be able to escape his job entirely, he can have moments where he can enjoy a good hunt of people who don't appreciate life, like the whole plot of the Puss in Boots sequel could demostrate.

He managed to have a little time outside his eternal routine to chase an arrogant cat who took life for granted. He enjoyed it, it was thrilling, it was exciting.

It was a way to escape a monotonous, grim "life", if just for a short moment.

So, when the chase ended as his prey no longer feared him and now was ready to fight for his last life, the wolf retreats, happy for Puss' character development but resigned because he once again had to return to "The Eternal Duty"

And that's not even counting all the times Jack "I'm dead inside" Horner had to interrupt Lobo's hunt and remind him of his job even in his "spare time"

Death knew the chase had to end eventually, but he didn't want it to end.

He didn't want to return to his own world

And if we look at Death like that, then he is probably one of the most relatable characters Dreamworks has ever make.

In the Shrek Franchise:

Monsters can be loved

Princesses don't have to fit the perfect standards of beauty

Handsome guys can be possesive jerks

Love at first sight doesn't work like one would think

Happily ever afters had to be built and not just obtain them with magic

And Death is the most creative and "full of life" being in the world

Because he would absolutely go crazy with his life/work if he wasn't.

Because in a world of Kings, Poets and Soldiers, he's the Supreme King

And he's also a perky goth but none of you are ready for that conversation.

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

How would the order of the story Death and Immortal Reader be?

There Was an Attempt:

Masterlist

Death/Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader

First Meeting

Second Meeting

A Day Out

Comfort

Looking for Answers Pt.1

Looking for Answers Pt. 2

Shenanigans

Danger

Request: 'For shits and giggles' and 'Celoso'

Breathless

Forever After AU

A Night Out

Request: Nightmares (Headcannons)

Looking For Answers Pt. 3

Request: Valentines

Request: Visit

Request: Distractions

Request: Driving Lessons

Request: Drinks

When Does a Man Become a Monster?

Sending you a bunch of love and big old support. Take your time.

Considering I haven't gone a day without reblogging stuff/posting on this blog, I'd just like to put it out there that I'm going to be taking a break for a bit. IRL things have got me really bogged down, and mentally, I've been somewhere else.

I'll pop in to post the last couple of requests in my inbox, but I've been writing a lot lately. I think the burnout is finally catching up with me. And as much as I love writing Muerte, I want some time to try and write other characters and my OCs. So after the requests, hopefully the next thing you'll see from me is the start of my big fic, which I'll be taking nice and slow.

That's all from me folks. Much love. 🖤

Will this help? Although for humans, wolves are able to swallow their whole head.

Ohhh thank you<333 It’s actually kinda of cute ngl.

Death glomping his s/o cause he could not resist the urge.

Warnings: reader head being in deaths mouth? Slobber. Just fluff over all, also reader joking about making death sleep outside.

It was Sunday and you decided to clean the house. You were just washing the dishes, you didn’t know where muerte was.

Looking down at the ground after washing dishes you saw some grey fur, “damnit muerte why the hell is there fur down here”? You asked yourself picking the hair up.

The air shifted as if someone was watching you, turning you felt something on your head and the air suddenly changed from the cleaning product you used to a slightly musty smell. “What the fuck”?

You said though it was muffled and a sudden vibration that sounded like a chuckle hit your entire head. “Oh come on muerte glomping seriously”?! You yelled and he removed his mouth from your head. “I couldn’t resist the urge, I had to you had it coming anyway”. He said with a grin and you sighed, suddenly some liquid ran down you face. “If you slobbered on me I’m gonna kick you out tonight”. You stated with a face of slight annoyance.

“I didn’t”? He says in a slightly higher voice and puts his paws up. Your wet hair said otherwise.