I LOVE BIRD BATTER

I want to see Bird Batter drawn by various people in many different art styles.

It is my ambition to shower them with love.

before you burn me at the stake! you have to admit there was something going on here

my mom said that she doesn’t look at my tumblr anymore because my posts “worry her”, so I’m free to say this btw

anyway, Apparently Sir Cameron Needs to Die is out in two weeks if anyone want to read about my psychosexual issues

STOP CENSORING SUBTITLES/TRANSCRIPTS/CLOSED CAPTIONS

LET DEAF AND NEURODIVERGENT PEOPLE READ “FUCK”

I know this sounds jokey and funney but I am serious and it is ableist and infantilising and inaccessible so stop

Nothing much here, just some Amphoreus charcaters for practice/warm up yesyes ✨️

these guys were the real mvps of the first run

a bunch of goofballs (the other 3 were cheering them on)

Canon-accurate Mindicta dynamic is like:

Vindicta: "I murder men because they tortured young women for love of patriarchal power. I will single-handedly dismantle their entire organization brick by brick. You murder men because you're hangry. We are not the same."

Mina, holding up two lipsticks: "Okay. But do you think the Ruby Woo or the Russian Red would look better on me?"

Vindicta, sighing: "Ruby Woo. It's a classic for a reason."

topaz: rose-breasted grosbeak

surely someone else has thought of shipping these two. i dont know what the ship would be called but like. LOOK at them

SIDEWAYS IS BACK! SIDEWAYS IS BACK!

the first voice i’d have ever drawn, and also my favorite! i love every single design of broken, and am pleased to finally be finished with my own as well. a dreary, beautiful nun who laments about the futility of struggle… what a dream….

flicking back through my procreate library what the fuck was this

Things to look for in this:

This feels like Where is Waldo but advanced. Where is Word

mold pisses me off so much

oh you have to eat your produce the moment it leaves the store or the fuckin Hungering Dust will get it. and. poison your food

I ran into this post years ago and to be honest, it has completely reoriented the way I engage with food.

Like. I’ve always sorta understood that things grow moldy or stale or sour or such if left out, but I never really internalized it in a meaningful way.

But now I’m just like.

Yeah. The hungering dust. There exists omnivorous dust in the air that will eat my food if I don’t.

Those bagels have been sitting there for a week. Are we going to eat them soon or are we leaving them for the hungering dust?

Pizza’s been sitting out on the counter for an hour. Everyone’s enjoying the pizza, but if we don’t want “everyone” to include the hungering dust then we should probably put it away soon.

That’s just. That’s how food works to me now. There exists an invisible predator in the air that hungers for your yummies, and it will not hesitate to eat your food if you don’t make the effort to protect and preserve it. And eat what can’t be preserved before the dust can.

Life-changing.

why do you draw?

my honest opinion is that all fictional romantic couples should be separated by death and the surviving one should develop an unhealthy and offputting obsession with the dead one's rotting corpse

i just don't think it's that serious unless they're leaping into the grave in the middle of the funeral and begging to be buried alive alongside them or sleeping next to the bloated putrefying remains of their dearly beloved for decades

The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again