One Of My Fav Kinds Of Fan Media Is Fake Socials From In Universe, So I Made Some

Arbok

Bishops of the Old Faith

Fantasy Della fantasy Della fantasy Della

rip della duck you would have loved skyrim

My two favorite nerds (next to Huey)

been too drained to do much more than silly doodles but couldnt focus on just one thing to doodle. then i had this silly convo with my friend and thought it would make a good excuse just to scribble somethin out real quick

also yeah barnacles have a calcified shell, but theres a living animal inside of there ! they use little feathery-lookin appendages called cirri to catch drifting plankton to eat ! enjoy your marine biology fact for the day

little emo poster thing :)

There has to be some kind of irony in that a lot of those “choose all the x in this (grid) picture” captchas require a robotic kind of choice making. It’s usually like:

If: x = at least 1 pixel of box

- Then: click = yes

Those warped number and letter captchas are another story, though.

The temple of pom is open with many blessings to give! ✨

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You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

Time ▪︎ Space

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