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Here’s the boy! 

Bonus trans boy:

Tea sounds pretty good right about now.

Man…it’s too early in the summer for equestrian metaphysics and…alternate versions of friends who have never met you before.
-blows on the hot tea and siiips- But I guess that’s Weehawken for ya! =v=,,

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remember when i drew this screencap a while back? i decided to redraw it, partially to see how my style has evolved in 8 months, and partially because i no longer like the old one, haha

new genre concept: soft apocalypse

the world as we know it has ended and mother nature starts taking back what’s hers. there are no zombies or cannibals or murderous bandits. the most valued members of the community are those who know how to garden and farm, sew and weave, treat wounds, work wood or build with bricks, cook from scratch. 

people bond together to begin rebuilding instead of killing each other. everyone teaches each other whatever they do know and works together to figure out the stuff none of them know. books become incredibly valued resources because they’re often the only way to learn critical information. if someone is elderly, disabled, or otherwise unable to work at the same level as most of the community, they’re taken care of by the others, not told any sort of “survival of the fittest” bs.

as the generations ware on, communities begin expanding into small cities. some of the settlements even find ways to repurpose solar or wind power on a small scale and have electricity in some of their buildings. storytellers wander the countryside telling tales of the old world in return for some hot stew or a place to rest for the night, and the mythos of the new world start to incorporate elements of the past. the only thing that remains constant is that humans survive, and they do it by working together.

Love birds


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“I just don’t cook for anybody who’s- who’s close to me, that I care if they live or die, I guess” (Asphodel flower - My regrets follow you to the grave)

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well, I,