After That Last Chapter I FEEL This 😅

(the snake is called clementine, respect her)

thats the last of my inktober art dump! if anyone has prompts, requests, lil aus that i could draw i will have shockingly little to do the next few days (weeks) so id love to hear them! happy halloween tumblr users

part 1

part 2

Hypothetically how long would the human body survive if it suddenly lost all it's DNA?

I'm talking just your DNA, leaving behind RNA and nucleotide based compounds, (though if anyone has the answer of how long it would be if you lost all your ATCG's as well that would also be greatly appreciated!)

You walk along the path as you have many times before, the cracked concrete familiar beneath your feet.On one side of you is the cliff; the cliff is familiar too. Numerous cracks run up the pale face; they greet you as you pass them by, an old friend. You counted them, once. Sometimes moss spills out of the rifts caused by time and bad weather, bringing life to the otherwise empty stone. Scraggly plants cling to it's crumbling surface.On your other side there are long stretches of grass, punctuated by trees. In the distance you see the figure of someone with a dog that bounds faithfully alongside them. You smile and continue walking. The sky above you is cloudy and grey. The weak sunlight permeates the air around you and lights your way. It's cold. You wish you bought gloves. You hear chirping above you, and when you look up, you see them. Peering over the nest at you, the chicks ruffle their downy grey feathers and call for their mother. You continue to walk onward. You can see the old abandoned railway, upon its throne of pebbles and stones. No train has run along that track in decades, it lays silent now. When you finally arrive it is a welcome sight; the walk here had tired your bones and you need to rest. You are relieved to see the familiar grainy wood framed by the cold black metal. A brass plaque bears her name.

You lay down the bouquet you carried here and you sit down and remember. You watch and are content.

me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...

my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone

me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right

How do you do the cute eye shine thing?

it's very simple :)

this reply is propably very late, sorry about that

yes I'm done

"i can probably get this fun new fic idea written out as a coherent oneshot in a few days, and then afterwards i can get back to writing my other project(s)" <- this is the devil speaking through you