#punkbirdwitch

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DAMN I almost forgot to post her. Anyway this fur was so incredibly fun and the perfect thing to get me drawing again after a drought.

Belongs to @punkbirdwitch and @miss-burntwood

[ID copied from alt: A drawing showing a bust of a god, who resembles a red fox with tall brown antlers. The fur on her chest and face is very fluffy, and there is a glowing blue spiral pattern on her foreleg. She smiles slyly at the viewer. The background is a series of abstract, watercolor-like splotches in warm colors. End ID.]

[oh-hools]

Pretty cool. 9/10

we TAKE these

[iknaenmal]

(re: that anon) Honestly I think coming up to internet users and asking randomly about complicated subjects, especially something like Identity Politics (which... yikes), is kinda rude! And also, anyone who would make you feel like a bad person because you have an Uninformed Opinion or w/e is probably internet-poisoned anyway. I do not think squirrels should hurl very large nuts at you.

AH thank you so much thats reassuring.. but yeah like at this point im almost scared of having/sharing opinions because im afraid it will be wrong or bad which. i dont think is a thing anyone should feel? after all the internet is supposed to be like a safe place you know. i think

[vampiricbatz]

tagged by: @sapphicflash

last song i listened to: Who Do We Not Save (problem patterns)

currently watching: honestly not much! i watch taskmaster when i’m doing comics so That, technically.

currently reading: hitchhikers guide to the galaxy

current obsession: uhhhhh interview with the vampire

tagging @l0nesome-gh0st @punkbirdwitch & anyone who wants 2!

[thegempage]

"writing that rosemary au as just rosemary bcus who's gonna stop me." I am forcibly putting you through the ordeal of being known. motherfucker.

jfklasfjkld that's a good one!! i need to get back to that one sometime.

okay this got stupidly long bcus i just decided to spell out this story's entire backstory and subsequently the plotline, i'm putting this under a cut fjdsalkf

honestly the placeholder titles says a lot fjkladsf basically when i was younger i uh. really liked little mermaid aus lmao (the og of this one is one of at least three i wrote in a very narrow timespan). so for a creative writing class i turned in a little mermaid "retelling" of sorts where the witch, who is quite new at being a sea witch, gets approached by one of the mermaid princesses (obv. this is a little mermaid au) about turning human after the princess has a prophetic dream and the witch feels bad about just thrusting this princess who is clearly in over her head into a world she knows little about (esp bcus, as i am reminded of rereading the original version of this, it's kind of implied that the merpeople who try to become human usually just like, die). also, magic is fucking expensive

so they work out a system to basically give the princess like... baby steps? like she first gets the ability to withstand the sunlight, and then she gives up the webs between her fingers, and then the ability to withstand cold, etc etc. and this takes place over a few month so of course they fall in love. the princess gets legs for three days, comes back and waits a while, decides she wants to be a human full time, and the witch is like "that requires true love and that's not really easy to find, you barely know any humans and you can't guarantee that they even know how to magic like that" and of course, bcus this is a little mermaid story, the princess is like "no no it's fine, this girl loves me, give me three days"

spoiler alert: the human does not know how to do that, and also has acquired a new partner in the meantime bcus the mermaid princess disappears for weeks on end and like, they're friends, but -- and so on. but the witch had a plan bcus she can see the future (you have probably guessed who was who by now but if not there's the answer) and she knew that the human plan wasn't going to work out. so she basically turns herself and the princess human permanently, turns over the rest of her sea witch power to her brother, and wow it turns out the dream was about them the whole time! so they dance on the sand and kiss about it

anyway i turned that in for an assignment but it was a rosemary fanfic in disguise and i was like. hey you know what. i'm probably a better writer now than i was in 2015 and i can just write homestuck fanfiction. so i decided to rewrite it as a more in-depth au and now it's about kanaya being one of a handful of mermaid royal heirs (rereading it, also being an heir appears to be a job, bcus she mentions her family sending her letters and that not all of the heirs have families who can send them letters). also the mermaid kingdom is prospit, this is important for later

so now kanaya is like, haunted by the sensation that something is missing from her life and spends a lot of time staring into the abyss that surrounds the castle they live in that is rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of a lost neighboring kingdom bcus she's not that close to being in line for a proper throne seat and one can only get by on cool job descriptions and fashion designing for so long. i know i infodumped to someone about the lore about mertrolls and my future ideas for it but i can't find it, anyway magic happens, kanaya finds rose (and dave, they're both one "half" of a sea witch. there is a secret second document for this one called "the davekat side of that rosemary au"), same kind of idea of "being a human is actually super overwhelming, do you want a trial run first???" over the course of a few months, they grow closer, humans don't know how to do magic and so rose comes in and is like "hey i don't want you to die actually." i think i was planning on there being a little more conversation about that back up plan. if i can find the time i just rambled to someone about the plot line and the politics of the merkingdom i will come back to add that on bcus i remember there being some weird political background stuff bcus mertrolls and merpeople had a trade-off system of heirs and i can feel the place it was in my brain but not the details

anyway thanks for reading and reminding me that i have this au to work on when my brain is less focused on riftdale but not ready for beyond the divide 💙

[singing-circuitry]

punk!Cynthia outfit requested by @punkbirdwitch HELL YEAH

original meme >here< by @rabdoidal

[marsmagery-two]

@pastlight tagged me in a post “top 4 songs on your spotify repeat playlist” so I will do that! even though it was 4 days ago uh oh!!

I like songs with beats that give me chills :) honorable mention to Hayloft II by Mother Mother since that’s #5 and I adore that song

I’ll tag @seriallesbian @ruleroffrogs @punkbirdwitch and @owly-bee if y’all wanna do it!

[thenewplanets]

eyy got tagged by @angryelaine (hey elaine) and @punkbirdwitch (hey babe) for that "show the first four songs on your spotify repeat playlist" meme. it's important to note that it's physically impossible for me to do these without in some way showing my whole ass. like listen,

listen. yes that is an 8bit remix of a sea shanty, a religious song, another vaguely 8bit song, and some royalty free music i heard on a dnd show once. in my defense, i've been listening mostly to my character playlists for some of my special guys (namely the shitty pirate, the spider wizard, and the magic teen). idek what my actual music taste is anymore.

anyway uh. i don't want to pressure anyone into doing shit so if we're mutuals and you come across this post, take it as an invitation. love y'all 💜

[minicy]

I got tagged in a silly little Spotify game by my dearest @punkbirdwitch and here it is! The top 4 songs on my "On Repeat" playlist that Spotify made for me

Is it the same songs I've been listening to since August? Maybe. Go listen to pirate muse its fun. (thanks babe!)

Tagging @do-any-of-you-see-it @bear-at-the-museum @mispronouncing-michaelangelo and @caprahooligan >:3

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Pathfinder NPC who belongs to @punkbirdwitch , mean lesbian MILF connoisseur. Obsessed with her.

[ID: A black lineart full-body drawing of Salem with crosshatch shading. She is an older elf woman with frizzy hair that is pulled back into a very puffy ponytail. She wears a long coat with various implements on her belt and thigh-high black boots. There are goggles hanging around her neck, and she holds a large crossbow in one hand. Her expression is severe as she looks at the viewer. The background appears to be parchment. End ID.]

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This is Zevi and she is just the worst. 💕 Commissioned by @punkbirdwitch for @miss-burntwood .

[ID: Three versions of a drawing of a cambion/tiefling woman from the shoulders up. She has light gray skin, red freckles, four horns growing from her head, and reptilian gold eyes with slit pupils. Her read and black hair is neck-length and slicked back, and she wears red winged eyeshadow and an eyebrow ring. She also has on a black jacket and red scarf. She looks down at the viewer with disdain. The background is dark and dingy, with a weak shaft of light against a stone wall. In the first two images, she is mostly cast into shadow, with the shadows being darker and deeper in the second image. The third image has her in more ambient lighting to better show her colors. End ID.]

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Time for another sadgirl failgirl furry courtesy of @punkbirdwitch . She is SO unwell 💕💕💕

[ID: A drawing of a young woman with medium brown skin from the waist up. She has wavy, messy black hair with a light streak in it; it falls in front of her face and is partially covered by a yellow cloth tied around her head. In her arms she holds a blank canvas, a couple of paintbrushes, and a palette knife. She also wears a light blue outfit with a yellow floral pattern, and there are stray streaks of paint on her clothing, hands, and face. She looks tired and sad as she glances to one side, half of her face and most of her body cast into shadow. On the yellow wall behind her is the large, stylized shadow of a fox with 3 tails and a very wide, sharp-toothed grin. End ID.]

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omg hiiii jack. can i get Karlach in #29 "Feel The Love?" (Lesbian colors!!!) Or... Aisling/Ash in #25 "Bonfire?" Or Shadowheart in #31 "Like the Moon." (I can't do one of these ask game things without giving Options lmao) <333

Not sure how happy I am with this little style experiment but anyway here's the pointy gal I hope you like 💕💕💕

[ID: A lineless drawing of Aisling from the neck up and in profile, done in a limited palette of dark and light brown, orange, yellow, and white. She has freckles, a large scar running down the side of her face and over her eye, and several piercings, including a nose ring and a key worn as an earring. She has bangs, and her straight hair is very long and mostly pulled back. Their expression is neutral. A couple of small flowers are tucked behind their pointed ear. Her face is framed by a circle of thorned vines in a Celtic knot pattern. In the upper right corner is the palette, named "#25 Bonfire." End ID.]

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Challenged myself to make a little Fakemon line :3 These are Spookoi and Killawake and they're both Water/Ghost and the former evolves into the latter with high friendship

Really really good Pokedex entries written by @punkbirdwitch :

Spookoi -

- "It can swim outside of water by floating in its spectral bubble. However, it's a weak swimmer in or out of water. Although flimsy, the bubble makes it feel safe; it avoids fights for fear of its bubble popping."

- "When pet fish are neglected, their spirits may return to the ocean as a Spookoi. Fearful of reprisal and wishing to not be seen as a bother, it eats detritus left behind by the meals of larger Pokemon so it doesn't have to interact with others."

- "The only time it leaves its bubble is when it hides within the ribcages of Killawake. By spending time there and eating the leftovers of Killawake's food, it slowly builds up its confidence."

Killawake -

- "In addition to young Spookoi, Killawake often protects other ocean stragglers within its body, like Staryu, Wimpod, and Pyukumuku. Because of this, it's sometimes called 'The Bus of the Deep.'"

- "Due to its lack of lungs and immense resistance to pressure, it is able to dive deeper than any manmade craft. Occassionally, scientists will find new species attached to Killawake's ribs after it returns from below."

- "It will take on much bigger targets to protect and feed the Pokemon it houses. It has been known to predate on Malamar and even giant Tentacruel. It needs very little food itself, leaving more for its wards."

- "If you hear a mournful, haunting song at night on the sea, don't be alarmed; it's probably the call of Killawake. These beautiful but tragic cries are the subject of much folklore. It's believed that this sound is a requiem for lost sailors, and that harming a Killawake or its wards is an offense that ushers swift destruction on any voyage. The sound is known to induce both a sense of calm and mournful tears in human listeners. Scientists believe that this call is meant to inform skittish Pokemon like Spookoi of the protective Killawake's presence."

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tell me about "Vesalius," "Once," or both. give me that original fiction. none of that fanfiction stuff I want Pure, Unadulterated Jack Originals. pouring like oil-iridescence from your face holes. uncut and crude.

I'm going to talk about Once because Vesalius is completely up in the air right now with regard to what I want to do with it and needs a complete plot overhaul. Also, I love Once and really ought to get back to it after not really touching it for awhile.

So first off, "Once" is pronounced like the Spanish word for "eleven," not like the English word "once." The story is about fantasy cowboys because as we all know I have a very specific brand, and "elevens" is the name of a particular riding contest that cowboys would have, which carries on in some forms of rodeo today!

Anyway, for my snippet I will post the first opening paragraphs and then provide a bit more detail.

Before she got rabid, we had a collie that breathed heavy when she slept, same way Nets is doing now. Some nights I'd sneak her in from the north field and press my hand down hard on her haunches like I would do to a wall, and she'd give way all at once. She buckled over my knees and pressed herself flat. Long fur puddling all over the blanket, stuck full of burs or sometimes fat ticks that were all seed-hard and round, fur so thick I could stick my whole hand in without feeling her ribs. I think of her, and I think of pelts with just the heads and legs attached. But her breathing was deep and loud and sometimes the only way I knew I hadn't come loose from the world and floated up into the sky. Every breath deep and strong enough to fuel a growl, every breath a puff of sage smoke. I liked that dog. Begged Mother to make a little sibling out of her for me, but only a damn fool would make a child out of a pet and furthermore I've only got the one hand left, is what she told me. And then the dog got rabid anyway, but it probably wouldn't have worked out even if she hadn't. I reckon I wouldn't want that now. Wouldn't be kind to anyone, really, trying to love something like a person when you'd been used to loving it like an animal.

Funny that someone named Nets should remind me of a big old dog, I guess, but it's always been funny, what she reminds me of. Her breath is textured, like the collie's was. It roughens as it runs upstream out of her. I've got nothing to do all night except imagine the path it takes to leave her, starting right from the place where you can feel the throat stick to itself in a dry swallow, coming up and scraping all along the roof of her mouth until it gets past the teeth. She lies on her side and curves her large body into the shape of a crescent moon or empty bowl when she sleeps. I'm small enough to tuck inside her cavity. My belly's to the stub-grass, and I rest my chin and gun barrel on her bicep, since her arm's flopped out. She makes a den of herself, and I don't think too hard about it. It's warm enough, anyway.

So this story focuses primarily on the complicated, potentially rekindling relationship between Nets and the narrator, Millstone, after a long separation, but everything is Not What It Seems about Nets and maybe never was etc. etc. ad infinitum. In the world they live in, human children are Born, capital B, as opposed to being lowercase born, the way that animals are. Being Born like a civilized person means engaging in a magic ritual involving, among other things, the death of an animal that ends up being transfigured into the new child. Mill was Born from a coyote, Nets was Born from a passenger pigeon, and both of them work as "midwives" in addition to regular cowboys--i.e., they help conduct the Birthing ritual for people using the cattle that they herd when requested.

Anyway originally this was going to be a short story but it may turn into a novella, because I'm having too much fun with the world's superstitions and taboos about what it means to be Born from one animal versus another, whether it is possible to revert back to the animal that you were before, etc.

This was incoherent because it's 5:30 AM but lemme know if you want clarification. Thanks Luna <3

[thegempage]

💌 oooh look at me forcing my friends to say shit about me. nerd.

as one does!! jfkldsa

hmm. i feel like up front crows is the obvious one, but specifically like. i don't know if this is going to make sense but you know when it's a nice day and there's a whole bunch of them, all sitting in the same tree just kind of hanging out and maybe waiting for something but maybe also just enjoying the sunshine

and also big, passionate music and that moment when you're out and about in public and you see a butch and are just instantly full of joy bcus hell yeah