Magi-creator - Peasantry Revolted

You wanna know how I got these scars :) :) :)

I picked at my face pimples. That's how.

if i had to explain what tumblr is like i’d only show this

Been playing through Undertale for the first time on Switch recently and since it’s also spook month I had the idea for this dumb little parody animation of one of my favourite videos (x). Credit to the original artist, @brakken! Also up on Youtube.

my message 2 the world

I heard somewhere that one can become partially immune to the effects of a drug if they take doses of it for too long.

Well, I have a hypothesis. Hear me out really quickly.

I think I can become completely immune to piercing weapons.

4000cc breast implants :)

It's midnight(ish) and I'm here WONDERING WHAT MAKES A HUMAN like some sort of PHILOSOPHER.

Cause I know it can't be empathy; other animals have that too.

Community? Nope

Imagination? Probably not, even if other animals don't think as abstract as we do.

It can't be our messed up skeletal structure (at least I hope not) or our intelligence. The former would just be sad, and the latter is seen in corvids and cats and... and... well... lotsa other things.

I think it might be our lack of power. We grew up on this earth with danger all around and not very many ways to defend ourselves, right? Our skin is easily broken, our young defenseless even compared to the average young (loads of other animals can at least *fend* for themselves, imo). And when we first started roaming, all we really had was a penchant for curiosity and traits we forged from the fire we came from.

Loyalty so that our young may survive (not thrive, just live), Wonder to protect each other from what lurked in the shadows, a knack for Learning beyond what's needed so we could make things easier and a burning question in each of us.

What thag question is? I don't really know. Maybe for each person it's different. I see people wandering around asking Why, or Who, or Where.

Why are we here, Why are they in pain, Why does this thing happen the way it does. Who created us, Who must I defend against, Who knows how to help. Where did we begin, Where are we going, Where can I find xyz.

For me, I think I want to know Who the people around me are. I want to know What their question is. Maybe it's an attempt to rectify old mistakes; perhaps it's something as benign as curiosity.

Where was I... ah yes.

That helplessness of our species' youth isn't all that special either. But where the ant had its numbers and the whale its size and the cheetah its speed... we really had nothing going for us. No natural tools for offense or defence, a limited immune system, a body that worked against us with its vestigial organs.

Is that struggle what made us? Is it why we toil and war with each other over who is more powerful; because we felt powerlessness and declared "no more"? Why we abuse and heal, take and give, in so many ways and variations that the flavors all look and taste so similar?

And to imagine, all this was me hyping myself up for an hfy skit later :p

And the spinoff: being able to make a schedule to do things like homework, but failing to adhere to them every single time because *goblin brain want stimulating task*

My academic talent: Making really good study guides and flash cards but never using them to study.