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So my little sisters teacher called my mom today apparently they were having carpet time and everyone was going around talking about what makes them special and my little sister said to one of the children “you’re not that special you’re just white” I just got a lecture for about 20 minutes because my mom thinks I taught it to her which I did not but my god now I have to talk to her about why that was wrong

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i have another request to do but this was something i ended up drawing on my own haha. ive been reading a lot of su criticism and it’s been v interesting, and lapis seems to get adressed a lot. ppl rly appreciate beta lapis so i thought about redesigning her resembling that version and expressing more personality with her design + experimenting with shapes. for her i decided to go with a tear drop theme. it still needs adjustments as i figure out how to draw her fast and consistently so her forehead might get a little smaller but otherwise im very glad with this design! i honestly wanted to draw something so that was rly nice

i made her darker and with gold accents for personal taste, with darker muted and less saturated blues going along with her depressed and mostly negative personality, and the splash of bright gold to go show her bits of her that are funny, silly and light-hearted.  i imagined her freckles would show up dark when corrupted, lighting up gold once steven healed her. they might even glow when shes really happy one day! and for the rest of her i decided to focus on more rounded long shapes.

immm still not over the fact that rick has told us nero is controlling new york city by what is basically a mythical roman mob i’m??? having a crisis

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Dig into my muse’s life | headcanons

@ask-the-three-eyes sent 7 & 12 (7 will be answered with a separate post, I got two 7′s to answer! ^^)

12:  What is your muse’s happiest memory from their childhood?

From what I can remember, that day really changed a lot for me. I thought Mama would be angry with me for wanting to wear make-up, but it turns out she wasn’t! 

Each time I think back to that day, it always brings a smile to my face because I knew then I could feel safe being myself around her. 

((Fun fact, I also have to admit that when my mom showed me how to do make-up for the first time, it was pretty much one of the best and funnest days of my life. Tricky, but it was a fun bonding session we had when I was starting out with make-up c: ))

Hell hath no fury like a goddess scorned, and Anna counts her blessings that Elsa is omnipotent, not omniscient

And even then, the beautiful, blonde manifestation of Winter is just that: Winter taken form. The ice and snow act on her command, though Anna has no doubt Elsa knows some sort of loophole to extend the range and versatility of her divine powers. 

Anna mumbles a prayer under her breath as she scales the cliff, thanking all of the other powers that be that Elsa hasn’t tracked her down yet because of it. 

“I should’ve never listened to Kristoff,” she grumbles as her sore fingers grasp at the lip of a cave hewn into the cliff’s face–a combination of the weather and dwarven architects that had left their mark centuries before. “’There probably won’t be any consequences’, he says. ‘What’s the worst thing that can happen’, he says…” 

Anna hauls herself inside, upper body muscles working double to ensure she does not fall to her death in the process. Her arms are as sore as the rest of her from traveling–running–non-stop, and she collapses in a tired heap on the cave floor. 

She had only learned of this cave by chance at the last town she had passed through for provisions. According to the merchant, few dared to ever visit, due to the treacherous climb. Barring that, the dwarven ruins further beyond the cave entrance were said to host dangers long since lost to man. 

Why anyone would even build such a thing to begin with is anyone’s guess… 

But regardless, the cave serves its purpose in allowing her a few days to catch her breath and gather her wits for a more long-term plan. Elsa would never think to find her here. 

The thought is both relieving and saddening. For on one hand, Anna has fallen hard for the goddess of winter, and seeing her never fails to send her heart soaring to the heavens. But on the other… 

Anna musters just enough strength for her palm to meet her forehead in a dull ‘smack’, exhaling loudly. “’Mad’ probably doesn’t even begin to cover it…” 

“You’re right. It doesn’t,” a very familiar voice says, just as Anna feels a snowflake land on her nose. 

…Fuck.