It was late... At least for me it was. I just got off work around 10pm for my shift at work...
My last shift, that is...
My job just dropped me without any warnings, without any write ups and no notice for me to prepare to have a new job lined up whatsoever. Just proving further to never show loyalty to a multi-billion dollar cooperation.
Body on auto-pilot mode, weaving through the crowds of people and monsters in the city and just cancelling out the noises around me, my mind couldn't help but wonder... Why? Why would they just drop me? I've worked for the company for 5 years. I've always arrived early, stayed extra if needed and if I was ever sick, I made sure to provide a doctor's note so I wouldn't have any unexcused absences on my record. So why—
…Wait. Hold up...
“Due to recent events, and information provided from our PR team that also works with social media, we are letting go a few workers within this company. This is nothing personal, but we need to make sure that the people that work for this company are people that best represents us, our values, and what we stand for, and we feel that this company isn’t for you.”
“…Information provided from our PR team that also works with social media…”
“…people that work for this company…”
“…best represent us, our values, and what we stand for…”
This could be a goddamn coincidence, but… Did those fuckers fired me because they found out I was an activist taking part in a protest for monster rights?!
That had to be it—it was rumored that the company and its CEO were against even the most basic rights Monsters well deserved. The last protest was a combo of fighting for Monsters to have the right to have Driver’s Licenses and legalization of Monster-Human marriage. The human police got involved and it became a huge thing all over the News and online. The PR team must have found out some of their workers were taking part in the protest and had to clean house. Ugh…
As I stopped walking for a moment, I saw the bright red neon sign of my usual hangout, Grillby’s. The owner, Grillby, was a fire monster and a good friend of mine. Though he was a monster of few words, his actions spoke for him. I worry one of these nights, he’ll get sick of me just venting to him and crying into my drinks. Honestly, tonight was very much needed for me to get shit faced and ugly cry…
Stepping through the door and with the ring of a bell, my being was engulfed in a welcoming warmth and cheerful atmosphere. The usual patrons in their usual seats as if this bar was their second home—and it really was. Grillby’s place was that nice of a business. Looks like Doggo is having a ruff night playing Blackjack with the others and is barking up a storm. That bunny monster is giggling her ears off and slumped over in her booth. The same chill music is still playing on that old jukebox. It was nice… This place was nice…
Taking my seat at the bar, Grillby already knew I had a lot on my mind and had some hot fries ready for me and told me he’d make my usual drink—which was a spiked spider cider. He and Muffet have been working with ideas on food and drink so they can both benefit and see what other folks like and where they can improve. It’s nice.
“And it’s such fucking bullshit that they’d just… just, uhh… fuck, what did I say? Fuck, right! My company just fucking fired me because they’re just ugly bigot fuckwads! Humans trapped Monsters underground for Gods know how long and now that y’all are back, they wanna act all superior and try to lord over Monsters and prevent y’all from having equal… uh… things!!! It’s bullshit!”
“…And it’s time to cut you off for tonight, Julia.”
“Noooo, Grillbyyyy, I’m not drunk. I only has 1 drink…”
“And that was my mistake. You can’t handle your alcohol—especially monster alcohol… Did you want to head back to my loft to relax for the night?”
“Nnn… Too many words… Grillby, lemme have another—my job sucks butt and I wanna drink til I can’t feel feelings anymore…”
“…heh, keep your gin up, kiddo. it’ll get better with time. after all, we ale make pour decisions.”
And that’s when I met him…
“A… A talking skeleton monster…?”
It was like he came out of nowhere, but… There he was, next to me. A rather short skeleton monster with… eyes lights as bright and beautiful as a galaxy and an outfit to match. Gosh, were those sparkly freckles on his zygomatic bones? Cute… And… He’s floating? Is he doing that with his magic? I mean, I shouldn’t assume gender, but with a voice so rich and deep like that, I…
“…Wait, was that a pun?”
[Next: A Black Rose]
Bonus art I did while drawing the previous post
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
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For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
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Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.
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you can say sex and kill its fine
If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot
theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them
follower count doesnt matter
tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At
no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is
block anyone that annoys you even a little bit
And most importantly:
post cringe
Be me
Craving onion rings, but don't wanna deal with greasiness
Find air fryer recipe
Spend 30+ minutes prepping and cooking onion rings
Try pouring in all onion rings to warm them all up before munching on them
Air fryer basket unhooks
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Onion rings scattered all over the floor
Childhood trauma canon event activated
Sobbing mess
hey americans there is a recall on testosterone gel because they found benzene in it! please check the lot numbers on your batches, benzene is really not something you want to be rubbing into your skin, also you might be eligible for compensation because this is just insane what the fuck
Saw a “draw your OC wearing nothing but this” and just had to put Pastel in it. Looks like Palette and Goth weren't expecting it, but not complaining! Here's the SFW version.
Palette Roller belongs to Lasserbatsu
Goth belongs to Nekophy
Pastel belongs to me
okay i swear i'll take a break from drawing shattered now
Edit: I forgot I had one more idea for shattered. So actually I'm just a big fat liar 🥰
Julia: ...I... Swear to Delta. Skeleton monsters are causing chaos in my life.💢 Not gonna worry about him. Not gonna think about him.💧
Tama: 🎶Some-one has a ty~pe!🎶
Tama: Someone has a ty~pe.🎶Julia: Shut it! I don't!
Fushia: She's right, you know. By the way, you really should get that front door you kicked off it's hinges fixed, darling. I saw a squirrel run in here...💧
Julia: I don't have a type—quit implying it.
Tama: Let's see... Having a one night stand with a skeleton monster and having a bony bun in the oven as a result, mailing over 50 crochet bees to a skeleton monster, knitting a sweater with an embroidered cheesy pun for a skeleton monster and knitting a scarf with expensive merino wool for a skeleton monster... You don't have a type? Sure, Jan. ✨
Julia: ...Y'all are grounded. 💢
Tama & Fushia: But Mooooooom...!
Julia: ...Is... Is Cor and his friend doing okay...? I probably shouldn't worry, but... I'm not exactly sure why I am since I barely know him, but... Just something deep down in me just hopes he's okay and things get better for him y'know? I'm not sure if what I say makes sense or is being conveyed properly. I'm probably being weird. My apologies.
"theyre dead"
"bwahahAHAH! just messin' wit' ya! Yknow you shouldn't worry too much for someone you barely know, not good for the...little thing.. you got going on"
So. Many. Granny Squares. ಠ_ಠ
I'm estimating about... 70 or so that need to be made? I was roughly measuring about 10 squares around my torso and 7 squares down. This isn't counting the sleeves—which aren't granny squares, but a granny stitch instead. I'm having to divide my crochet time. This is a personal project, but I also have crochet commissions I gotta finish up.
Current commission requests are a 6ft x 6ft/1.8m x 1.8m Polyamorous-Pansexual Pride Blanket done in a C2C(corner-to-corner) stitch, along with two Pansexual Pride Bees, and a new commission request of a 1ft/0.3m tall Cheese the Chao amigurumi.
Here is the current progress of my pride blanket commission and what the pride bees will look like!
The draft image of the completed look:
Pansexual Pride Bees:
My commissions are OPEN if any of you are interested in my crochet wares! Feel free to message me here or check out my Ko-Fi page.
I'll continue to keep y'all updated on the Donut Lord Sweater. Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs. I really appreciate it!
I... Am SO TEMPTED to crochet this goddamn beautiful abomination of a sweater. It seems simple enough. It's basically a bunch of granmy squares with sewn on amigurumi donuts. It would be time consuming, but I am so tempted...
Would anyone want one? Or am I the only one who absolutely adored this sweater? 🤔
As always, I absolutely LOVED the latest Helluva Boss short and was so super, super, SUPER happy that Jorge R. Gutierrez was a part of it--that man is AMAZING!! I loved that they snuck a Maria Posada from The Book of Life reference in there. When I finished watching it, I got maaaajor Cult of the Lamb vibes from it. I mean, c'mon! The ending just gave me more motivation! Soooooo... I decided to do a mash-up piece! A mix of Helluva Boss and Cult of the Lamb.
Maybe @vivziepop and @cultofthelambofficial should team up or collab together sometime? 😈🐑
Blitz' Bisop title shall now be known as "The Chupra-ca-dupra". You can't change my mind.
Spent most of my life as a human and even looked the part! But it turns out my ancestors got BUSY with monsters! I'm not just a human, but a succubi, dracolich, and siren all in one! Life is... Interesting. 💧
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