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@rebestie
Hi Tumblr, I’m Rebestie — 30s 💀 | She/They 👩🏼🎤 | Bi/Queer 💖💜💙
Fat High Femme ✨ | Cat mom 🐈⬛🐈⬛ | TTRPG lover 🎲 | Makeup/fashion fiend 😈 | Pokémon trainer ♥️ | Software engineer by day👩🏼💻| Sometimes digital painter 👩🏼🎨 | late diagnosed autistic 🧠
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Exerting my free will by painting fake screenshots of my home game. What a rush!
Here we have Pilar “Pica” Luperón (a young Dominicana werewolf protecting her territory from crime and gentrification) calling out her ‘uncle’ Ignacio Elegunde (a vessel of human shape created by primordial dream fire who has escaped direct servitude of his creator but struggles to understand humans) for solving a problem with murder (instead of literally anything else) resulting in the neighborhood being swarmed by cops.
Some more art for this campaign: Pica (my PC), and the other PCs (& a little description) as well as the NPCs.
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Some NPCs from my Urban Shadows game, see the PCs here. Just been painting up a storm for this campaign. No one probably cares but having lots of fun exerting my free will making fanart for my home ttrpg games.
Not been posting much art lately because instead of fanart I’m doing lots of art for an Urban Shadows campaign I’m playing. Turns out free will means I get to just make art for ttrpgs I’m playing? Wild.
This is our set of PCs for the campaign.
My girl, Pica Luperón, a Dominicana Werewolf who ‘moonlights’ as a punk rock frontwoman. More pics of her here.
Ignacio, a Vessel constructed of primordial fire. He’s escaped direct service of his maker, but still struggles with the remains of his initial programming as he adapts to trying to be more human.
Eris, an Ancient, goddess of strife. She absorbs the chaotic worship of the cultists partying in her temple’s 24 hour rave.
and Reggie Moss, an Aware human struggling to be a good dad and keep his family safe with all the supernatural stuff going on in our city.
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as someone with ARFID i really couldn't care less about the distinction between "picky eaters" and "genuine eating issues." if you are an asshole to someone you see as "just picky" i will never, ever trust you. i've lived through the trauma of being shamed and humiliated for my eating needs.
frankly i think a LOT of "picky eaters" have some kind of sensory problems– autistic or allistic– and shame is never useful. i don't fucking care how annoying you think we are. if you've never lived through the humiliation of being the only one not eating at a dinner table, or having to choke down something disgusting you already know you hate because other people insist you don't know your own body, or getting a hunger migraine in a house full of food because none of its edible to you? you don't understand how awful it is to have food issues.
whenever i see people draw this distinction between being "just a picky eater" and "having a real problem" all i think is, who does this serve? most people don't even know ARFID exists. there are so many undiagnosed autistics, or just people with a variety of issues that aren't officially diagnosed. why do we need a medical label in order to be treated with respect and compassion? why did i need to be diagnosed as autistic for my family to realize the abuse they put me through for years because of my eating habits?
it's such an easy habit for neglected groups to fall into– the idea that a medical diagnosis can save us. that by appealing to the medical/psychiatric industry, we can be protected from abuse and given basic respect and resources. but the truth is that it should never have come to this in the first place. dignity doesn't come from an abled doctor telling you that there's a medical reason for your symptoms. it comes from being a person. once you accept that you need a Good Reason to have your needs respected, you doom yourself to neglecting and abusing those who have your same struggles because they aren't lucky enough to access medical recognition.
tl;dr solidarity with all "picky eaters" stop guilting people for having varying food needs, if we make you irrationally angry that's YOUR problem not ours, and abolish "children's menus" & replace them with simple-food / small-portion menus for people of all ages
you say it's my villain era and what you mean is that when you were six you panicked about wearing the right thing to kindergarten, what you mean is that in middle school nobody was eating, what you mean is that you spent high school prepping for college and college prepping for adulthood and adulthood fucking lost in the system.
what you mean is that you've been good. you were a good team player. you would have never considered yourself perfectionist - those are people more popular, prettier, more successful - but you carry any flaw like a secret in you, terrified someone will desert you for the simple reality of your personhood.
if you were good you could be loved. you could be loved if you were selfless and thoughtful and caring. if you bent over for every person, if you went above-and-beyond, it would absolve you of who you actually were. deep down, how horrible that you had needs. that you had boundaries, that you had desires. you learned young that you cannot afford to cut people out of your life - you would have nothing left. it is better to live in the service of others, to supplicate. to worship. you weren't exceptional, you had to make up for it in some way. to prove to others you were worthy.
if they need you, it's the same thing as loving you. if you are always-there, always-listening, always-friendly, you are filling a role. you have a purpose. you are living correctly.
villain era, you repeat. you mean: yesterday you finally told a man no. for hours afterwards, you couldn't control your heartbeat. you mean: you've been saying positive affirmations on repeat, trying to teach yourself any new thing about how self care is necessary. you mean: three weeks ago, due to a scheduling conflict, you finally told a coworker that no, you couldn't do them a "quick favor". you have felt bad about that ever since. sure, it would have made you work late and it would have been extra stress - but you feel bad about it nevertheless.
you tell your therapist you have been leaning into evil. she asks what that means. when you tell her: sometimes i prioritize my own needs, she doesn't find it funny. she looks at you a long time.
"and that's evil?" she clarifies.
"well," you say. "feels evil to me."
this might be kind of a reach but is there a way for printers to connect to devices so that documents can be printed from them
i don’t think i’m exaggerating when i say that the average height for women in the US would increase by at least an inch if teen girls were allowed to eat as much as teen boys are
and not to bring my own clocky bitch ass into this but if cis women weren’t so consistently starved their entire lives you’d see a lot more cis women with the kind of bodies that we currently associate closely with trans women. the amount that the standards of feminine presentation are culturally defined by malnutrition is crazy
no such thing as wasting your 20s your 20s are for recovering from whatever the fuck happened to you as a kid so that youre ready to get weird with it in your 30s
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Dreamer. Dream. Declan.
“The Lynch brothers, the brothers Lynch. In a way, the Lynch brothers had always been the most important and truest definition of the Lynch family. Niall was often gone, and Aurora was present but amorphous. Childhood was the three of them tearing through the woods and fields around the Barns, setting things on fire and digging holes and wrestling. Secrets bound them together far more tightly than friendship ever could, and so even when they went to school, they remained the Lynch brothers, the brothers Lynch. Even after Niall died and Ronan and Declan had fought for a year, they'd remained tangled together, because hate binds as strongly as love. The Lynch brothers, the brothers Lynch” (Call Down the Hawk, Maggie Stiefvater)
Rereading through the dreamer trilogy and following in love with these boys all over again. This is my second time painting them and it’s delightful to see where they do and don’t line up. I’ve painted Ronan a ton, though.
A little obsessed with Matthew’s 🍕 tshirt.
Still thinking about Queenie and Kinger.
A friend shared a headcanon that Queenie was a Quality Engineer — the entomology hobby being a love of bugs — which makes her a perfect complement to Kinger as a dev.
As a QE myself, I'm obsessed with this take. Being someone professionally wired to find what's broken and wrong... it reframes everything about how she loses her grip on the circus and eventually abstracts.
Also as soon as I thought of the twilight joke I had to make it real.
Happy Pride to Pynch 💚
Mercymorn the First
The saint of Joy
The last time I painted her she ended up feeling washed out due to trying to adhere to the “all shades of pink” description. I’ve definitely improved a lot in the year of painting since then, so this far more ambitious lighting portrait I feel really captures her more.
Been doing lots of painting of my Werewolf OC for an Urban Shadows campaign I’m playing soon. Meet Pica Lupéron! She’s a Dominicana baddie in Miami who sometimes bows off steam as the lead singer of a punk band (that is not trying to be subtle with the werewolf angle). I love her, the monster the monsters are afraid of, will either tear you limb from limb or hold your hair back in the ladies toilet.
Idk if tumblr cares much about non-fanart, but I’m still having so much fun with her attitude, color palette, and vibe 🐺💞🔪
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Pardon me, just having feelings about this tragic bunnygirl.
It took a while to play with and figure out how to make fanart the way I like to (semi-realistic portraits) for this incredibly stylized show, but the finale giving canonical faceclaims for our circus freaks is just what I needed.
Gonna keep fucking around with light and colors and it was pretty fun to play with some animation after taking a break from it for a minute. Never hurts to suggest something you might like to see in my style, if that’s your jam.
Ianthe Tridentarius: the saint of awe
I did this portrait kind of imagining it as what Ianthe puts on her wall of her chambers on the Mithraeum to eventually replace the Cyrus and Valancy nudes, hence the staging of it with the ‘frame’. Got a little carried away (positive) with the skulls and the frame, but it feels fitting.
The colored lighting was very tricky to figure out but I really love the way it turned out. Uncanny but fitting, otherworldly.
