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MIRI MONDAY.

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Atlas art :3

I watched wolf walkers and it was actually so beyond gorgeous I think I’m a changed man now

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[PRETEND THIS DOESN'T EXIST]

I hesitated putting my watermark on this. Do you know how BAD THAT IS???!!‽‽‽

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Espio is here to serenade you.

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Damn bro you got the whole squad laughing

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first post here, yay!! have a vector <3

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trying to get better at the anglessss

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195. colors

more charm wip, doing a little bit of color testing for my designs (ignore how neither of them have shoes. i tried drawing shadows and gave up after the third attempt)

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why do i feel like vector would be the kinda guy to randomly share traumatizing memories of his own childhood/teenhood mid-conversation and be the only person in the room that doesn’t realize his past was incredibly fucked up

like he legit just thought it was entirely normal to be a runaway at for all we know 13 years old and starting up a whole DETECTIVE AGENCY BUSINESS at 16 until he got reactions ranging from concerned to horrified from everyone he told.

and he’d drop that on any unsuspecting victim with a complete oblivious smile, too

just. no vector, no. you need therapy like everyone else in this franchise. get in line

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*screenshot from IDW Sonic #66*

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Does Charmy Bee and Jewel the Beetle have bones? (Since they’re bugs and regular bugs don’t gots bones)

Oh totally

No way hose

One of them does but not the other

Thanks for the poll! Polls for the Sonic fandom on just about anything. Share polls you like to get more data. Asks and submissions always open.

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headcanon that espio hates/feels super flustered being touched by anyone EXCEPT for charmy. charmy, ever since he was first found as a baby, has been clinging onto espio for so long he accidentally became the Sole Exception™ when it comes to physical affection.

and espio is trying (and miserably failing) to be subtle about that fact.

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will try this again when I’m not so tired lol

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"women are always like—"

"men are always like—"

shut up shut up shut up shut up shutupshutupshutupsHUT UP 🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄 gender essentialism-hating herd of cows running you over

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bumbled be thy bees

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Sometimes people ask me 'why did you reblog your own post' and I'll answer that question with another question: why are people not giving me more attention I'm literally so funnyyy

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So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.