hey there, I'm nuada! they/them/heart tag- nu doodles I'm an artist with interests in worldbuilding, character design, history, horror (especially body horror), and most things morbid or hyperspecific. My favorite media are gouache and printmaking. I use Krita and an xp-pen artist 13.3 pro for digital work. Currently working on a graphic novel concept called Herald
General Kestrel is the current head of the Estorque Agency of Public Information. She is in charge of the region's counterintelligence, and was a key figure in the dismantling of antiwar newspaper The Ghost Star during the annexation ten years ago.
General Kestrel is the current head of the Estorque Agency of Public Information. She is in charge of the region's counterintelligence, and was a key figure in the dismantling of antiwar newspaper The Ghost Star during the annexation ten years ago.
Same energy as when I received my pre-op phone call for my surgery, and the lady said I could drink whatever I want the night and morning before surgery except red gatorade or other red drinks, and I went full chemistry mode thinking that the red dye must bind to anaesthesia or something, and she was like "No, anaesthesia makes a lot of people nauseous post-surgery, and we really don't want to guess whether or not you're throwing up blood."
While we're at it: using language that downplays genocide is a form of genocide denial.
Joe Biden isn't doing a bad job, Joe Biden is providing material support for genocide.
Israel isn't handling the situation badly, Israel is committing genocide.
Employing euphemisms minimizes the reality of this genocide. It's disrespectful and dangerous.
If you are more uncomfortable with the word genocide than you are with the reality of genocide, then you are not prepared to be part of any serious discussion. Work on that on your own time.
In my dream last night I shipwrecked on an island. It was a very pleasant place with friendly people, warm weather, food, but the one major downside was that no one had shoes. The whole ground surface of the island was pitted with barnacles and sharp rocks and they dug into your feet with every step. After a few days on the island my feet were all cut up.
I was talking to a native about it and how I’d slowly given up on the idea of leaving when I noticed something shining in one of the cuts on my feet. I leaned down and squeezed a huge black pearl out, leaving a round hole in my foot. Horrified I started squeezing every cut and even pulling open ones that had healed over and these pearls were in every one. The more of them came out the more I remembered how badly I wanted to leave and it was a terrifying realization that the island wanted people to stay so it was constantly pumping them full of these magic things that wouldn’t let them leave. The rest of the dream was spent in terror trying to fashion shoes and escape this wicked place.