Raph: WHO ATE MY LEFTOVERS?! WHEN I FOUND THAT PUNK I'M GONNA-
Y/N: it was me.
Raph: give them some more. You haven't eat much have you?
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oh no...
ponies......
my one weakness.............
Based on @cherrifire's designs because I love them - Thank you Cherri for the inspo :-)
Individual sketches (and alt eye colors cause I couldn't decide) below
I only gave these flats, so if anyone wants to give them real colors please feel free! Just tag me so I can see :-)
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found back this thing from 2021
putting the addition directly onto the og post since nobody reblogs the full version:
'about this i feel a few people have misunderstood what i drew it for, my tags didnt help at all for sure and it is just one doodle, but i didnt made it as 'i'm questioning my sexuality and need to know what specific labels i am'. i've been well aware of what my whole deal is for years.
this was a silly doodle i drew as a recreation of all the thoughts and questions i had that went 'what is attraction? what is romance and sexual and platonic and friendship and something else entirely? how and why do we need to define feelings and relationships so much? why do people act the way they do, date the way they do, marry the way they do, live the way they do? how much does your own culture and time influence the way you do those things, the way you think you should act and feel? how much does amatonormativity influence and impact all of us? and why are some people so resistant against the idea of questioning and living out of these norms?' among many others things.
again, i drew years ago. i didnt want to post it because it felt unnecessarily personal and because people are insufferable about queerness.
EDIT: pls for the love of my sanity reblog the full post instead.'
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“I was having an emotion, and I hate that. I’d rather have nice safe emotions about shows on the entertainment media; having them about things real-life humans said and did just led to stupid decisions.”
― Martha Wells, Exit Strategy
Title sequence designs inspired by the real-life shows Martha Wells based Murderbot's favorite shows on.
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August ended with a subduing breeze and autumn unhurriedly arrives. Like the indigo shadows of the bare beginnings of branches, waving. Like specks of gold gradually crowding our mirrors of puddles, till we lose sight of ourselves. Cold fingers reach out to us—but warm, forever still, is the sun.
Promise me, that when the fall does make it to us, you'll stay besides me, celebrating the sleepy conclusion of all living things.
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Transcript for "😇 Advice for the new year":
GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS. TAKE YOUR MEDS AND DO YOUR TREATMENT.
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Transcript for "😈 Advice for the new year":
Are you stupid? Are y- Are you stupid?
Just quit. Literally just don't even do it. I would just not do that.
I don't work one hour, no less eighteen.
Dumbass. *vineboom*
Walk out.
Shit yourself and walk out. They can't stop you.
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BABBLE THE SPELL THAT GETS IT DONE, BABBLE IT ON COMMAND
[image description in read more]
[Image Description: a digital drawing of three white silhouettes gathered around a black book. A multi-colored glow forms the shape of a star underneath them. At each of the five points of the star, the colorful figure of a Lord in Black stands. Pokey is in blue at the bottom left, Nibbly is in pink at the top left, Blinky in purple at the top right, Tinky in yellow at the bottom right, and Wiggly stands at the top point of the star. They loom over the white silhouettes. End Description.]
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it takes a lot out of me to remember myself. i turn my face away from it and my body cracks open, spilling glistening hot viscera onto the floor for the audience to coo at. scenes flash behind me—dark corners, the breeze from the window, the floorboards creaking, a shift in the air. close to me, you look over my shoulder. you tell me, “you kept yourself so still when you were younger.” i want to ask how you know that. how do you know? but you reach out to touch my open body, press my hand to your chest, hold my face. it’s in your eyes. you were a boy once. just like me.
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