i know i’ve already mostly been ghosting this site, but i think i may end up totally ditching it. if you wanna still reach me for whatever reason, send me an off-anon ask or a pm
i know i’ve already mostly been ghosting this site, but i think i may end up totally ditching it. if you wanna still reach me for whatever reason, send me an off-anon ask or a pm
a thing about chords!
made some quick free DELTARUNE icons as a sequel to the undertale ones a few years ago !! i love my kids!!
(credit not necessary, but is appreciated!)
everyone on earth gets to stan 1 irredeemable fictional murderboy with a
vaguely sad backstory. but you only get 1. if you exceed that limit the
cia takes you out. and thats how fandom discourse works.
the murderboy pyramid judging the validity of ur muderboys
characters like erik killmonger, magneto, and reaper don’t count bc they were Right and not “irredeemable”
an anon asked for tips on how to be more positive about your art, so here’s some stuff. hope it helps! xx
A great piece! It can be hard to stay positive, but this puts things on perspective.
how did my ancestors survive the brutal unforgiving wilderness when I get anxiety sweats from going to Target
to be fair im sure your ancestors would have the exact same reaction going to a Target
In the brutal unforgiving wilderness false positives cost nothing and false negatives are expensive. You’re better off being afraid of something that can’t hurt you than not afraid of something that can hurt you.
In a world where we mostly aren’t in danger, day to day, as long as we don’t play in traffic or jump off something, that’s no longer quite as adaptive.
We got our anxiety from a long, unbroken line of ancestors who were scared enough to survive, and pass on those genes!
It helps me sometimes to think about that at night, when I can’t sleep because my heart is pounding over something like “what if my usually reliable alarm clock doesn’t work in the morning for some reason and I’m late for work and lose my job and everyone hates me.” There’s nothing wrong with me, I just have a lot of extra, unused run-from-tigers juice that my grandparents left me.
“Unused run-from-tigers juice.”
I love that.
My dad: “So if your pronouns are they and them, how should I refer to you when I brag about you? My daughter? My son?”
Me: “Mom’s just been calling me her kid or her child.”
My dad: “I shall call you…my Eldest Spawn.”
I feel like it’s worth noting that he was wearing a Cthulu t-shirt when this happened.
“Can you hear that noise?”
Entity goes apple-picking
ntt…
