I realized that I’ve never drawn Lucretia so I obviously had to change that

[image description: an illustration of Lucretia, standing in the foreground. She’s an elderly woman with dark brown skin and short white hair. She’s wearing blue robes, holding a white staff and her free hand is resting on a portrait of the red-robed IPRE crew in front of her. Light is illuminating out from that hand, shooting beams in every direction. Framing the lower half of the image are black tendrils full of the white outlines of many eyes. In the background of the image stands a younger version of Lucretia, in profile so that her face is barely visible. She’s wearing a red robe and has long, curly white hair in a ponytail. She also has one hand on the white staff. There’s a book full of sheet music with pages coming loose on one side of her, and a large jellyfish with colorful lights inside its bell on the other side.]

polycules of five or more should be organized like special operations squads. you have a commander you have sexual tension with. You have the sexy one. You have one with glasses. You know what I don’t know enough about squads i think

i've been hesitating for weeks to nail down my ethersea character headcanons but seeing this post forced my hand

we should fucking kill job. no more job. has anyone else ever thought about this ?

-satan thinking about testing a mans faith in god

Some fictional characters are relatable in a Gender way not because they’re nonconforming, but because they’re so incredibly into performing their assigned gender that it somehow wraps all the way around. Like, some sort of gender overflow error.

eden robinson - return of the trickster

I forgot I have to be active here so here’s my Twitter tutorial on how to draw folds I made a while back to help a friend!

Never change Massachusetts

yes but how do you rotate your blorbos in your mind? do they spin upright like a top? are you slowly turning them like a rotisserie chicken? do they oscillate wildly? are they orbiting each other like planets around a star? are they doing barrel rolls?

Thinking about a duct tape wizard

ID. some grayscale digital comics of a small creature called Duct Tape Wizard. they are a little solid black figure with large yellow eyes, wearing a triangular robe and long hat made of duct tape. the first image has three different versions of them, the first holding a long staff with a roll of duct tape on the end, and another roll at their side, wearing a long swirling hat. in the second their hat covers most of their face, their eyes narrowed. in the third they have a traditional wizard hat, and are holding out a roll of duct tape. the second and third images are a comic. a person in armor lies on the ground bleeding. the duct tape wizard approaches and says, “Friend, you have sustained an injury.” the injured person, grimacing in pain, replies, “Rngh… you don’t say. Are you gonna cast a healing spell or what?” the duct tape wizard pulls out a roll of tape from their robe, pulling a length off with a loud Shrrrip! the injured person stared with wide eyes. End ID.

i feel like it's pretty fucked up how it's just a given that if you work back of the house in a restaurant it's gonna be a fucking nightmare? please god could we just have like government PSAs about how you might have to wait a little for your food so that people aren't becoming alcoholics because they work at five guys

I'm not kidding. I have zero problem ordering ahead and waiting an hour for chipotle so that some 19 year old isn't subjected to cia torture tactics because they aren't prepping beef fast enough. insane industry.

Found a bottle of old wishes

Chilling on the beach!

sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute

Years back, I was working at a specialty store, and we got this HUGE crate of plushy toys. They were all insanely cute and squishy. I knew kids would go nuts for them, as it was the first week of December, so parents and grandparents often had kids with them while shopping for furniture, lamps, cooking equipment, lights, etc.

One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.

So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.

It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.

I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.

My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.

That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.

My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.

Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.

Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.

So yes. Plushies are made for one purpose. To be hugged and loved. To be a comfort.

the aurorox of it all...

Soo #TAZSteeplechase everyone???? 

Cyberpunk-ish hard-light tech future westworld tiered cake with BLADES IN THE DARK? 

 YES please?? 

 Tbh I cannot wait to see what Hoops has in store for us, this world is bananas and I want to explore Here’s my first take at the PCs!