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As promised, here are the interns from To Think That We Could Stay The Same!
All credit for the art goes to nelsetto's maker on Picrew!
In order, their names are Victor(he/they), Jenna(she/her), Ivy(they/them) and Sasha (she/they).
Also, as a bonus and because I was bored, I made Harley and Peter! :))
(lmao just noticed I left a bi pin on Harley, just keep in mind that was an accident ;) )
to all my aroace bretheren out there who are in need of this
Credit: @sirompp(ik you dont have to credit but i would feel super bad if i didnt)
song of the day!
in honor of my creating a vast oc:
day 72- Dream Sweet in Sea Major {Miracle Musical}
i drew c!Techno cause i miss drawing him and then later in the day i got sad then i remembered i drew c!Techno and got less sad when i looked at it. so. if you're seeing this i hope you are less sad now. uhm. it's nearly one am (12:59) so like. yeah.
Short stories that live in my head rent free and make me go a little crazy:
The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (horror)
Lamb to The Slaughter by Roald Dahl (horror)
We Ate The Children Last by Yann Martel (satire/horror)
The Empty Prison by Matt Dymerski (horror)
The October Game by Ray Bradbury (horror)
I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison (horror/sci-fi)
A Good Man Is Hard To Find by Flannery O'Connor (horror)
The Last Question by Isaac Asimov (sci-fi)
ash posted their thg au rundown which means I need to get to mine at some point because it sure does exist
Everyday I wake up and see what you've inspired the masses to do.... pure evil on your part, poff
No more papearus I'm begging /j
Me knowing full well I am about to drop more Papearus in your feed........
revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"
ok so... i'm drawing this
Thinking about how dramatically different Spider-Man will be post spell. Like,,, is he going i try to keep up the quips and jokes and smiles? Is he going to try to be who he used to be?
He’s not who he used to be.
He’s not. and i have a feeling he won’t let himself grieve.
He’s going to prop up the corpse of the Lighthearted Friendly Spider-Man he was, and make it dance. and he’s going to be so, so angry at himself for not being who he once was.
Keith Haring's final painting titled "Unfinished Painting" (1989).
It was left intentionally to appear incomplete as Haring was dying of complications from AIDS and knew he didn't have much time left. The piece represents his and all the many incomplete lives lost to AIDS during the crisis.
rammy has a breeding kink and parappa is gonna learn some new things about himself
soooooo beeen a bitttt but hey have goretober art! :D
this is the list im using so heed this as your warnings lmao
NOW ONTO THE ART!!! I am a few days behind but ykkkk
that moment when you cross the point of no return with a character should be accompanied by a specific chime i think. like 🔔 congratulations! this one has been installed in the Permanent Collection and you will never stop thinking about them as long as you live
Cameron: You're like a bunny
Charlie: Awh, cute and innocent?
Cameron: Hyperactive and hypersexual.
Crime Time!! Arts and Crafts
Stop my doomsday clock! This is my big update for today! Please do not hunt me for sport. I've fulfilled my end of things. I wanted to do a more birthday themed thing as it is my birthday today!! However, that didn't work out, buuuutttt, I do have this!
It's some more from my criminal au based off of @cubbihue's au! Hope y'all enjoy!!
Despite the apartment Mugsy, and now Peri, called home looking rather... run-down, once you’re outside the building, it isn’t too bad. The grounds have a lot of foliage, most of it growing where it shouldn’t, but it was still beautiful nonetheless. Sure, it was mainly grass and weeds, but it was still green.
Peri was taking his time enjoying the view, wandering aimlessly around the complex, trying to make his new human legs stronger. Because the reason they were so different had to be that they were new and he was unused to them. His parents walked around flawlessly, though they still had their magic, so that couldn’t be ruled out. But Peri wasn’t fond of how tired and weak his legs felt. The cane helped some, but he didn’t want to always rely on it like some humans.
It was during this wandering that Peri came across a section of sidewalk he hadn’t noticed before. It was somewhat cleaner than the rest of the path he had been walking, and clearly led somewhere that wasn’t one of the buildings. Peri veered off his current path and decided to follow this new one. It wasn’t anything too different, in fact, it looked much like the rest of the sidewalks.
Up until it led into a garden. It wasn’t a very healthy looking garden, with many of the plants rather small and pitiful, if not wilted, but it was something new. Peri stepped around the planters and wandered deeper into the little garden, coming across a wall. It was concrete and not quite taller than Peri. It was very random, but probably made sense to humans. Stepping around the wall revealed-
“Mugsy?” The brunette human glanced up from where he was crouched beside the wall.
“Oh. Hey Peri. I see you’ve found the garden,”
“What are you doing?” Mugsy pulled a black duffle bag into Peri’s line of sight and removed a can of spray paint from the bag.
“Art. The wall’s left over from a project that the complex never finished. I got permission to practice here. Susan’s in charge of the rest of the garden,”
“You? Permission?” Peri snorted.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mugsy waved Peri off and shook the can.
“The wall is probably the best part of this whole area,” Peri commented, sitting down next to Mugsy.
“Eh. For right now. Susan’s been visiting family. She’ll be back. I think.” There was a moment of silence, with the exception of the can. “I wouldn’t blame her if she just left,”
“Do you want to leave?”
“I- I’m not sure. I don’t really have anywhere else to go... Maybe if I found the right place,” Mugsy tested out the can on the wall. It left a quick, neat line of yellowy-orange paint in its wake. “And what about you? You have plans that aren’t crashing on my couch?”
“Excuse you! I’ll have you know that crashing on your couch is a perfectly good plan!” Mugsy choked out a startled laugh.
“Sure buddy, sure.” The human continued painting on the wall, each new line capturing Peri’s attention. Mugsy watched with amusement as he painted, his roommate not unlike a cat watching a laser pointer.
“Say,” Mugsy started, pausing his work so Peri would actually listen instead of remaining in his weird zoned out state. “You ever used spray paint?”
“No? Why?” A wide grin spread across Mugsy’s face. He sifted through his bag and retrieved a can of purple spray paint before tossing it to Peri.
“That one should be good to go. Give it a try!” Peri caught the can just before it smacked him in the face.
The fairy popped off the cap and held it up like Mugsy had done earlier. With hesitant pressure, he pushed down on top causing a short, and to Peri, startling, spray of paint. On the wall in front of the pair was now a messy looking splotch of purple covering Mugsy’s earlier work.
“I’m so sorry!!” Peri gasped out, nearly dropping the can from flinching back.
“It’s fine!!” Mugsy said quickly. “I can redo that, no problem. Buuuuutttt, do you want to help me out?”
“How? I don’t even know how to use this thing...”
“That’s the fun part! You learn as you go! And we can come back to this wall any time,” Mugsy slung an arm over Peri’s shoulder. “We can stay sitting and work down here if you’d like, or I bring a chair out if you want to work higher up,”
“Uh, sitting’s fine... Maybe we can bring a chair another time?” Mugsy smiled and nodded, looking rather excited that he’d be apprenticing his new roommate in all matters of spray paint.
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It was nearly evening when the pair had finished. The sun was still lazily making its way back down, and the lamps for the complex had turned on, with a few completely out and one sadly flickering away. The wall was covered in various colors, from Mugsy’s preferred yellowy-orange, to Peri’s more magenta hue. Between those smatterings were a multitude of shades coming together to make a somewhat recognizable scene. It was the familiar view from the apartment window that Mugsy and Peri saw every morning. It overlooked a small part of the city, just before the start of the towering buildings and busy streets. There were a few trees, some street lights, and a silhouette of a person walking down the sidewalk.
Looking at it now that it was all done, Peri could still tell what parts he worked on versus what parts Mugsy did. The biggest giveaway was the increase in purple, and messy lines. But it looked nice.
“Wanna sign it?” Mugsy asked, offering Peri a black sharpie. Peri took it and quickly wrote his name in loopy cursive. A simple “Peri” with no last name or initial. Mugsy signed it after. Peri didn’t look at the name he wrote, more because he forgot than him not wanting to know his friend’s real name.
The two made it back to the apartment shortly after, and heated up leftovers for dinner. Well- Mugsy heated up leftovers, Peri tried to eat a donut and call it a day.