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You guys I got another fanart!!!

two completely opposite energy fanarts for this beautiful beautiful fic. was originally gonna draw more serious stuff but the urge to shitpost won over. anyway go read the fic its so good

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I'd love to see Lili and Mabel bonding. Lili isn't entirely boy crazy, but she's very feminine. Meanwhile, Mabel is quirky and boy crazy. I feel like they'd both talk about the people they know, as well as Lili would enjoy having a friendship with a girl that is tolerable with her own feminine bonds. Not outright snotty like Franke, Kitty, or Pacifica... and not with a toxic guy like Elka is. Mabel on the other hand, would get a girl who appreciates a good grappling hook when she sees one, and get GREAT gossip considering Lili's psychic powers, which includes reading minds

MAN DID YOU GIVE ME A CHALLENGE! I usually don’t do side poses but hey, ya gotta get outside your comfort zone, but I love this idea so much akejfdsjf but this was pretty fun to experiment with!

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A birthday gift drawn by a friend, based on a dream I had

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Take note of the pigtails and pink frilly tutu

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Swimming baby

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Just in case anyone’s still ready to jump down my throat: get a life.

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YOU GUYS I GOT FANART

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46916851/chapters/118182544

“It’s me, honey, I’m here, just look at me,”

I'm obsessed with Missing Pieces by cunzy4 on AO3 right now, I had to draw a scene from it and picked a good one

ID: A two panel comic of Otto, Helmut, and Bob in a grey void-like location.

In the top panel Bob is cupping Helmut's face in his hands. Helmut's face does not look complete, and his body is semi-transparent. Otto can be seen behind him, smiling at Helmut and Bob's tender reunion.

In the bottom panel Otto is awkwardly looking away from Bob and Helmut as they audibly make out. He has cracked open a case of smelling salts in his hands, obviously about to leave the two husbands to their business. End ID.

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something that stuck with me once, way back in middle school when i was still learning how to write - my teacher said "writing shock and tragedy is easy, it's humor that's the hardest."

i have been up and down the halls of academia. i have the fancy degree and the experience in publishing. i think i paved most of my own road with the little bricks of sorrow i had stored inside of me. i know i did it mostly with works that are blisteringly lonely. i know why we write like that. it's lifesaving.

but yeah, i mean. i also know how much people think that "sad" media is the same thing as "good" media. our human desire to connect is so hard-pressed that we immediately latch onto any broken themes. the bullied kids and the tales of inspiration. people keep saying things like "glass onion" and "everything everywhere" weren't actually good. because, you know, they're. happy. or happy-ish. happy enough. and we only value art if it's grimdark-adjacent.

do you know - people still consistently whine at me that my writing would be so good if i just capitalized things. i used to flinch. i get kind of a weird, vindictive little rush these days - i get to say thank you for the comment! i have chronic pain and this is how i conserve my hands so i can write more during the day :) grammar isn't real anyway! and now they're trapped in the room with me, you know? i get to pull out my map and show them how grammar is not the same thing as good writing.

writers have this thing. we scratch at our insides, constantly, prying our lives apart into splinters. prying the splinters apart into atoms. when we combust something into poetry, we control it. it cannot hurt us if it exists outside of us rather than burning a hole through the bottom of our lungs. it's not a wonder to me that so much of what i make comes out like a death gasp. i spent a long time at the bottom. i keep going back, too. when you're down there for so long, the only thing you can exhale is fumes.

but humor is hard. humor needs timing; which i can't promise in a paragraph. i can kind-of force it through careful spacing, but i have no idea how fast you're reading these things. humor needs a somewhat awareness of your audience, when really - anybody could be looking. humor needs us to understand what the joke is, why it's a joke, and to think - ha! that is funny. in tragedy, everyone understands the metaphor of a kicked puppy. in humor, you need to introduce them to the concept of a dog.

and forget about positivity. forget about anything not made for adults explicitly. every time i see a well-made children's media piece, i feel fucking horrible for the creators. most of the time, people see children's media as being sort of "not worth" applause, even though i'm pretty sure they have to work twice as hard. i have no idea how hard it must be to not be able to have your character just say. "well, fuck." something about a message of peace or friendship or caring - for some reason, that makes the media not for adults. like, okay. i'm pretty sure my father actually, out of all of us, could use a good book on how to control his temper and talk about his feelings.

but whatever. i write a short story about my ocd, and how it's fucking killing me. it gets an award. it gets published. i write a short story about my ocd, and how i'm overcoming it, and how my days are getting lighter and starting to flourish. i keep getting ghosted. no response. it just is lacking... something.

is this it, forever? you can be an artist, okay. but the trade off is that the things you make - if they're happy? if they're joyful? people will say it's stupid and pandering. you bite your nails off. you file your teeth. you hear something inside of you breaking.

the other day in a writing group, someone i'd thought of as a friend said: "you write so much better these days! i love what you make when you'd rather be dead."

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“He’s in there all right…”

Otto why couldn’t you have done that TWENTY YEARS AGO

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So I put a giant map of the world up on the wall and gave my wife a dart. I told her wherever it lands is where we go on holiday.

I guess we’re spending three weeks behind the fridge.

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[REUPLOAD ART]

Cards of PSI-Powers from the first game, gotta draw new ones for the second ___〆(´ ∀ ` )

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As I get very close to the end of my pregnancy it's made me think a lot about gender and how important it is to me, as a cis person, to still be actively choosing gendered things for myself. In general, I have enjoyed being pregnant and at this stage I would totally be up for doing it again. But every time someone has said something to me about how "beautiful and natural" it is or how it made them feel like they were "doing what they were supposed to be doing" it fills me with cold dread. I refuse to let motherhood be something I should do, or some sort of inevitability in my life. It is attractive to me when it is a choice and a thing I can learn - because that also means I get to have agency in which bits of it I perform and how and when, and that I have the chance to get better at it, if things don't come easily. Even when it's hard (and sometimes it has been, and I am certain it will continue to be once this baby is out) it's not a burden when it's a choice.

And I think that's one of the most poisonous things about gender essentialism. It takes away the joy of deciding to do gendered things and embracing how they fit into your personal experience of gender, and makes them things that have to be endured whether you like them or not. It's just a depressing way for everybody to live.

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Not to mention she kicks ass in Super Princess Peach as well as holds her own in Smash Bros and numerous other games. 

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It took me so long to make this, I’m not proud

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Psychonauts characters as John Mulaney quotes

Ford: “The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.”

Compton: “You could pour soup in my lap and I’d probably apologize to you.”

Oleander: “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.”

Bob: “I’ll keep all of my emotions right here, and then one day, I’ll die.”

Raz: “I am very small and I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.”

Helmut: “I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. I’m new in town.”

Otto: “I like when things are crazy. Something good comes out of exhaustion.”

Bob: “I quit drinking because I would drink too much, I would black out, and I would ruin parties.”

Cassie: “You’re like the kid at the sleepover who, after midnight, is like ‘it’s tomorrow now.’ Get out of here with your technicalities. Just because you’re accurate doesn’t mean you’re interesting.”

Cassie: “We bought a stroller for our dog.”

Compton: “I once said hello to balloons.”

Otto: “If the police pounded on my door and said ‘a man was murdered in your lobby last night and you are a person of interest!’ I would be like, ‘moi? Oh, do go on. Fresh.’”

Lili: “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”

Helmut: “I am a proud Asian American woman and you will treat me with respect!”

Ford: “It’s just creepy to have an ex out there after things have ended badly. They have a lot of information.”

Loboto: “I didn’t want to say too loud what my plan was in case the ghosts were listening.”

Oleander: “I was lying. To get drugs. You know... like a crime.”

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I’m going CRAAZZZY! BONKERS! NUTS! BANANAS EVEN!! I love this game sm

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If you look closely at the memory vaults, you start to piece together the tragic truth:

Lucrecia didn’t intend to destroy the dam.

She wasn’t trying to kill anyone. She only wanted to rain out the protest. The flood was an accident. But after seeing Marona dead in the water, she must have decided she was past the point of no return and might as well go full villain.