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Hey you!! Be a slut with your friends on the internet! It's fun!!

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dark picard tribute

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Did you ever make that cover of "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid"?

Hey sorry if you've answered this question recently, but is Go! Child like, Over officially or have you and Penny just happened to not make music together lately?

Obviously you're still friends so I'm not inquiring about some kind of Messy Band Break Up and I like both of your solo work, but I also really enjoy what you ladies made together. I hope I'm not pushing any buttons or anything.

Nah, it’s far from over! Honestly, I’ve been kind of the roadblock on that one ever since Coffee and Ramen. We do have a couple songs that we’ve worked on together since CnR that we haven’t finished or published yet. I definitely want to make more music. I just need to sit down and do it.

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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

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Auctioned

“Are…are we being auctioned?” “Sorry for this. I tried to hack into their system using your tablet to look at their client list.” “YOU DID WHAT?” “…but I’m sure one of my allies will bid for us. We’ll be free in a jiffy.” Patreon reward loakamossi mar apr 25

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THEY FOUND THE WHITE WITCH CATERPILLAR! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

For context: the white witch is one of the contenders for the largest moth in the world (biggest *wingspan*--loses to the atlas in terms of wing surface area, and loses to the regal for weight). It has a huge range, and the adult is fairly common.

But no one had ever seen a caterpillar. At all. There were only guesses as to what it might look like and what it ate. until this year. These are some of the first images ever taken of it!!

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anyway, I love adult content. I love erotic art having a space to exist online. I love seeing people making connections over creativity and shared hog cranking. I don’t love everything everyone is cranking their hogs too but it’s also none of my god damn business. fuck the evangelical rise of censorship. fuck ruining people’s livelihoods.

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Auctioned

“Are…are we being auctioned?” “Sorry for this. I tried to hack into their system using your tablet to look at their client list.” “YOU DID WHAT?” “…but I’m sure one of my allies will bid for us. We’ll be free in a jiffy.” Patreon reward loakamossi mar apr 25

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Alex Hirsch you will always be a legend to me

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baka baka baka

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"Whitefacing is just as frowned upon as blackfacing." Are you sure. Are you 100% sure about that. Is that why I've literally never seen the term "whitefacing" before now. Also wait a minute, who the hell says facing? It's just blackface, yellowface, etc. Why is it a verb now?

WTF with the whitefacing in your breakfast guild comic. I saw earlier designs for Honey and I guess along the way you decided to change their skin tone, literally making a black coded character in whiteface.

In all seriousness, this comes off as ick, still a very racist practice that is just as bad as blackfacing when done casually, but is there any thought behind this design change? Is this a cultural thing that will be addressed in story? Still ick, but like sometimes there is context for design choices like this and legit want to make sure this is not a case of casual whitefacing. You only have 1 chapter out so do want to give the benefit of the doubt because sometimes there are stories that are made to discuss this kind of stuff. Even if like a subplot just hints at this, then yeah would be interested. Subjects can be icky but discussing practices such as casual racism through the media of art and storytelling has merit.

That being said, if not... ick. Like, no. Whitefacing is just as frowned upon as blackfacing and doing so casually without thought or care is not ok. It's outright casual racism. Do not support.

This is the funniest shit. This person has never seen harlequin makeup.

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After two years of feeling like creating was impossible for me to continue, I've finally finished redrawing/rewriting the first chapter of my comic, updating it with the new designs. I'm feeling so much better about the direction of the comic now, please give it a read!

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"You sure I can just take this?" "Of course!" The old woman screeches at me from across the room. "She's just taking up space here." I'm not much of a collector, but even I can tell that this is too good to be true. This "mannequin" is made like a porcelain doll. Her ski- Its skin is perfectly smooth, and the eyes are detailed. It's unnerving how she- how it doesn't blink. I run my hand over its cheek, trying to feel for any small cracks. I just feel smooth plastic and . . . heat? I could swear this mannequin was trying to blush. "Let me do something for you. I'll put your name in the plaque or something." "You better no-" Her screeching suddenly halts, "Plaque?" "Yeah, for its display in the museum. Advertising is a little tacky, but it's the least I can do." The old woman hobbles towards me. I worry that she's going to throw me out, but instead, she speaks in a lower voice. "You get a lot of women at this museum?" ". . . I mean, we definitely get some . . ." I should have expected her to ask about demographics. Only certain people are going to be buying women's clothes. The old woman places her hand on the back of the mannequin's head, then slowly drags her hand down its back. "Women like her? Or women like me?" "B-Both? We, uh, have a broad appeal." The old woman is hovering her hand over the mannequin's ass. I try not to let it fluster me. She's just a plastic mannequin. Its just a plastic mannequin. "Hmmm. . . If it will get more women in my store, you can do what you want with her!" She slaps the mannequin on the ass and walks away cackling. I look at its face again. Does the color look different? I go to move it, placing one hand firmly under its ass and the other over its back. As I lift it up, I feel that warmth again. Its harder to hold than I thought it would be. Is it trying to squirm away? And do I hear something? I put her- IT. I put IT in the trunk of my car and drive towards the museum. I can narrow down its origin and style later. For now, I focus on ways to make the display look nice. A lot of people are going to be seeing it, after all. (So many of your posts feel like writing prompts, and I really wanted to follow up on this one. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know so I can remove my post and apologize. Love the vid!)

Wait… wait, what’s happening?

My legs… they’re so heavy. No, not heavy—still. Too still. I… I can’t lift them. My fingers… they won’t curl. They’re just stuck there, frozen midair like I’m posing for a photo I never agreed to.

No, no, this isn't right. This can't be happening.

That old woman—what did she do to me? She touched my chin and something changed. My skin… it doesn’t feel like skin anymore. It feels smooth, cool… plastic?

Oh god.

I’m being turned into a mannequin. An actual mannequin.

No, no, I can’t stay like this. I’m not some decorative prop. I have a job. I have a life. I’m just a woman in pajamas who got caught in the rain. This isn’t fair. This isn’t real.

Please, someone—move me. Wake me up. Let this be some weird dream.

My heart’s still racing inside—at least, I think it is. But I can’t even blink. I’m stuck staring forward, lips slightly parted like I’m always seconds from saying something clever that’ll never come.

And these pajamas…

Why this outfit? I wasn’t supposed to be seen in them, much less trapped forever in them. They’re pajamas! Red and shiny and clingy in the worst ways, with this ridiculous gold dragon slinking across my chest. They make me look like I’m trying too hard, like some wannabe femme fatale who never made it past her front door. And now I’m on display. For everyone.

Day and night, people will walk by and stare. Not at me—at this version of me. Frozen. Fake. A doll in satin. They’ll tap the glass and say, “Wow, what a unique mannequin,” and never know I’m screaming inside.

I didn’t ask for this.

I just wanted shelter. Not to become decoration.

Please… somebody… change their mind.

I don’t want to wear this forever.

I don’t want to be seen forever.

I just want to go home.

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