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"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....

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people who get weird fatphobic tunnel vision about cumulus and automatically assign her the mommy title weird me out!! she likes dancing with the rest of the pack she loves being held by aether and swiss she kisses aurora during rituals she gets made fun of for the typos she can’t stop making she makes fun of swiss’ and sunshine’s dumb flirting and still falls for it she’ll post rain’s most cursed looking meals to the groupchat with the caption ‘girl dinner’ she’s one of the goofiest ghoulettes and yall are cowards for not fleshing her out beyond hur hur fat = mom figure

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i got so lazy after painting adam’s pretty little face LMFAAOOAOAO

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This week is wearing me OUT

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I realized that I'd recently received my hundredth cup on ko-fi and I wanted to celebrate with a little bat, it's been a long time.

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one thing about me is i will tell you i love you

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You suddenly switch bodies with your icon. On a scale of 1 to 10, (10 being the highest value) how well are you coping with that change?

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Back in 2015, some people started the #IllGoWithYou hashtag. A way for allies to show trans people support by wearing a pin to let them know they're available to go with them to the public gendered bathroom that they identify as.

I haven't seen the founders of this post in over two years and with how much vitriol there's been against trans people lately, I felt the need to revive this, so I designed some new pins for all people to wear to show support of trans people in public spaces.

These will be pay what you want, all proceeds going to the Trevor project. Pick the pin that aligns with what gendered bathroom you're comfy with accompanying someone into.

More info writen up by the founders here!

#IllGoWithYou

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sorry my family didn’t teach me that i have a place among others so now i’m weird . sorry

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Dirt naps are great, but I'd miss having you around too much I think. I promise to keep updated more often 💗

A fun fact for you though, today is Bat Appreciation Day!

Lestat! It's been a while, how have you been? Missing you all dearly 💗🦇

Hello child, I was thinking about you. I have been considering crawling into the earth and disappearing for a millenia. I missed you greatly, so the earth beckoned to me, but here you are. 🖤

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staying close w people long distance really is about the mundane stuff. i get texts like "made quesadillas" "spilled mop water all over the floor :(" "lady on the bus has not one not two but three tiny dogs in her purse" andits like wow. i love you more than words can express

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at a lesbian bar wearing a vampire costume: I vish to eat your puvsy *my plastic fangs slip out of my mouth and into someone’s drink* *I cry and pull the fire alarm before running out*

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They need Gillian Anderson to play Gabrielle de Lioncourt LOOK AT HER NEXT 2 SAM REID

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Sharing this here too for y'all who don't follow my rp blogs. I love writing and drawing Zeph, they are my beloved forever and ever

-Evocation of Air-

//Wanted to drop my Zephyr Summoning Lore just for fun and further character exploration for you all! Ghoul relations and summoning fascinates me and is one of my favorites to dwell on, so I hope you enjoy (Full under the cut)

(Cw for minor mention of a dead bird and troubles with breathing)

The summoning of an Air ghoul is one of great concentration. Being the Element of mind and memory, air ghouls cling to the freedom of their souls. The breath of life imbued in the flowing form, free from the binds of humanity- and thus, resistant to occupying a vessel. This was no clearer than the birth of Zephyr. 

With the retirement of the oldest ghoul from the pack, the band desperately needed a replacement. And Air would facilitate the creation of his predecessor. As a man of study and tradition, he was not phased when the flock of worshippers delivered a bleeding dove to the center of the altar. Upon summoning on a basic level, most will opt for a vessel to influence the spirit. Call it a desire for temperament or behavior. Human sacrifice had been frowned upon for some time, and thus the clergy had relied more on animals. A mourning dove was gentle. Loyal. Hopeful. Nothing like the imposing and quiet harpy eagle of Air himself. Birds were traditional for air ghouls, of course. It helped calm their desire for freedom. You could tame a bird, or at least get it to listen. To sing for you and sit politely in their enclosure, so long as you offer what they need. They will be as free as you let them. And what a perfect specimen that is for a manmade demon to be kept on a leash.

The candles were lit. Salt and dust sprinkled. Incense burning. Words recited. It only took the joint effort and calling of a stray spirit to serve them- an incessant prayer.

Zephyr did not crawl from Hell. To most, it was as if he had appeared from thin air just as swift as the dove had vanished to dust. A steady apparition, materializing before them. They floated for just an instant, before gravity took over and they had crashed to the ground, curled up and weeping like a newborn. The smoke of incense wrapped over their soft frame as if it were trying to comfort the poor thing. They hadn’t yet processed what had happened, focused now on the sting of air on their freshly formed lungs. But it did not seem right.

The cloaked crowd could see their troubled heaving, rejecting the new air around it. Though this did not deter the elder Air ghoul from crouching down to comfort the creature. Young feathered ears twitched at the sound of Air’s mask clattering to the stone floors. Finally, they opened their eyes, face to face with the one that resembled them most. Air had turned them onto their back with little resistance, placing his hands upon their bare chest. He closed his eyes to focus his breath before pressing his palms deep to their sternum, eliciting a yelp from the thing’s lips. Their lungs filled deeply, but they only cried louder. The two stayed like this for minutes, coaching through the process of breathing until they had stopped crying, trusted enough to breathe on their own. 

It took weeks for the ghoul to adjust to the earthly realm, where they quickly began their training and studies. It was helped that they had a muscle memory for the keys from a humanoid existence. A love of knowledge and practicality. Though it wasn’t without struggle. It became quickly apparent to the clergy that these weren’t the only remains of their time before. Breathing was always a struggle for them. Taking frequent visits to the infirmary following spills in the hall, it was decided that their lungs were riddled with scarring. It must have caused their death in the first place. But they were determined to do what they were made for. Now equipped with constant oxygen flowing to their nostrils, things seemed a bit easier. They would sit while playing, happily observing and bonding with their new pack. It was a relief on the behalf of Papa Emeritus III. Ghouls were not always an easy task for him, but this group was more than happy to be there. Even as their pain worsened, Zephyr performed with energy, hitting each key with enthusiasm. 

After the removal of Terzo, the ghoul pack faced a struggle. Zephyr’s symptoms worsened,  prompting an early retirement. While much of their pack continued on, they stuck behind, taking things slow at the ministry. You can find them playing organ on occasion for services in between their checkups at the infirmary and time resting. If not, they can be spotted in a quiet corner of the common room, knitting or reading. Soft, quiet hobbies to occupy their time. They are working on branching out once again, facing their fears of letting others close enough to see them fall short (Though it never keeps them from trying their hardest for those they consider their pack). The breeze symbolized a new beginning- Zephyr wasn’t named after the wind for nothing. 

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Agnello di Dio

redraw of that drawing I made last year

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Comfy night in with Zeph

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Some downtime reading and a note, found in a borrowed Bible 👀

Oh my GOD- I went through all stages of grief before I landed on a version of this drawing that actually like