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🪻 “Life and death is a journey. When a butterfly rests on that dead branch, the withered will be reborn again.”
🪻Vita Morsque, a Castorice digital fanzine coming on May 30th.
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my mom is 61 and her bf is a huge nerd and he’s teaching her to play magic the gathering and he had her watch avatar the last airbender with him and his ringtone is terra’s theme from final fantasy 6 and he paints pictures of sephiroth. my mom’s bf is nerdier than i’ll ever be.
and she does all these pinterest crafts and now she makes little bejeweled vials of healing potions for him and his buddies. my little geek heart can’t handle all this.
edit: just picture a 60-something woman with a VERY thick minnesotan accent saying “mike is having me watch the naruto”
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Heyo op!! So recently I’ve been on Undertale kick again, and I’ve refound ur amazing Underfell comic series!! And I see that it got new chapters!
Which is crazy cuz I rmb reading this bad boy back in flipping 2019/2020 smth, so seeing it had updates was such a cool surprise!! But I noticed the newest chapter was released over 2 years ago, and was wondering if you’re ever gonna continue it? 😅
If not, that’s completely fine, obviously! No pressure, I’m just curious 😙
Agh sorry I keep forgetting to check tumblr. My brain is not here. I have a few asks about Soulfell so I’ll put them here too!

So as far as Soulfell goes I’m afraid I definitely lost steam, had art block, lost the hyperfixation, was moving, and ultimately I just couldn’t make myself work on it anymore.
That said, I did a poll a little while back to see if people wanted to know how it was gonna end and the plot I had planned and stuff. The consensus was yes!
With such a weight off my shoulders I immediately,… did nothing about it LNDKDKGJLFNDKD
But I do plan on doing a write up. I just have to organize my gibberish notes and make it all a little easier to read. I also had aspirations to do the animatics I had planned, and I might still try now that my life has calmed down a bit, but for now the only new Soulfell content will be the summary/plot I release at a later date.
Im rly sorry because I desperately wanted to finish it, I had big plans, and I didn’t want to drop yet another project, but as it took years and years to get through even the first act, I started to really feel the drag of it. I still haven’t fully remembered how to just draw for the sake of something that isn’t a Big Project. I ended up making big (less big) projects for my current hyper fixation too and I’m so bad at small project. KNDKGNGKDN
So anyway tl;dr no more pages but I’ll tell everyone what I had planned and a summary too!
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i feel like tumblr doesnt know about the pain and suffering that is english tap water,,,, girl there are stalagmites inside me
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when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain
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sooooo can yall help me determine if this is a fireable offense
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stop calling me "my fragile little flower" or "my beautiful delicate pet" im literally going for a glass cannon build. i can one shot most adults
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You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”
Well I see that, and I raise you this:
An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.
And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.
He’s crushed by the competition every single time.
Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker.
There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.
And he wins.
Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something.
The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.
So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.
He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”
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This one track single fricking has taken over my life for the past two weeks… but at least it's epic 🐉🔥
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Who wants to see my cat totally brave and not at all scared at the vet
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Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
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they call me an undercover agent. the way i’m. under the covers :) cozy in bed :)
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The senate has the chance to do the funniest thing this Ides of March
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