Please Reblog Is Your Blog Is Safe For Non-Binary People.

UH I LOVE THIS???? THANK YOU??? *Incoherent screaming*

HE LOOKS SO AMAZING YOUR ART STYLE IS SO COOL

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK-*voice dies*

Projector man

some gift art for @unnoticedunawarestillhere 's Au version of Norman Polk! I really love their design for him! Go check their account out! It's really neat!!!

AUDIO LOG: Thoughts and bleedings.

Ɨ nɇɇđ ŧø ǥɇŧ øᵾŧ øf ħɇɍɇ….łɇŧ mɇ øᵾŧ, łɇŧ mɇ øᵾŧ! Ɉøɇɏ! ĐȺmn ƀȺsŧȺɍđ, Ɨ ꝁnøw ɏøᵾ'ɍɇ øᵾŧ ŧħɇɍɇ…!

ȼøᵾǥħɨnǥ

Ɨf Ɨ ȼøᵾłđ ɉᵾsŧ…ĦȺħ….ħȺħȺ.

ĦȺĦȺĦĦȺĦ!!! Ɨ'M ǤØƗNǤ ŦØ ĐƗɆ! Ɨ'm ǥøɨnǥ ŧø đɨɇ….

Ɨ đøn'ŧ wȺnŧ ŧø ŧħøᵾǥħ….ƀᵾŧ, ŧø ƀɇ ħønɇsŧ….Ɨ'm nøŧ sᵾɍɇ wħȺŧ Ɨ wȺnŧ.

MȺɏƀɇ mɏ ɇɏɇs ƀȺȼꝁ wøᵾłđ ƀɇ nɨȼɇ…mȺɏƀɇ Ⱥ ȼħȺnȼɇ ŧø ǥø ħømɇ.

Ⱥ đȺɏ wħɇɍɇ ŧħɇ ħøᵾɍs Ⱥɍɇ sᵽɇnŧ wɨŧħ łȺᵾǥħŧɇɍ Ⱥnđ ǥøøđ sᵽɨɍɨŧs.

Nøŧ ɇnsłȺvɇđ ŧø Ⱥ ŧɏᵽɇwɍɨŧɇɍ. Ħøƀƀɨɇs sħøᵾłđn'ŧ ƀɇ ŧħɨs…ŧøɍŧᵾɍɨnǥ.

Ɨ đøn'ŧ wȺnŧ ŧø ƀɇ føɍǥøŧŧɇn…ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ đø đɇsɇɍvɇ ɨŧ. Ɨ wȺnŧ ŧø ƀɇ łøvɇđ ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ'm nøŧ sᵾɍɇ wħɏ. Ⱥnđ Ɨ wȺnŧ ħɇłᵽ ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ đøn'ŧ ꝁnøw ħøw ŧø Ⱥsꝁ.

Ɨ łɇŧ ɇvɇɍɏønɇ đøwn.

Sø mȺnɏ fȺȼɇs…sø mȺnɏ nȺmɇs…Ɨ sħøᵾłđn'ŧ ħȺvɇ ƀɇɇn mɇȺn sø Ħɇnđɇɍsøn, ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ wȺs ɨnsȺnɇ. Ɨ sħøᵾłđn'ŧ ħȺvɇ ᵽᵾsħɇđ ȻħȺɍłɨɇ ȺwȺɏ, sħɇ wȺs ŧɍɏɨnǥ ŧø ħɇłᵽ.

NøɍmȺn, Ɍɨđɇɍ Ⱥnđ WȺłłɏ đɨđn'ŧ đɇsɇɍvɇ Ⱥnɏ ɨnsᵾłŧ Ɨ ŧħɍɇw Ⱥŧ ŧħɇm. Ŧħøᵾǥħ..Ɨ đøn'ŧ ȺȼŧᵾȺłłɏ ɍɇȼȺłł ɨnsᵾłŧɨnǥ ŧħɇm ɇvɇɍ.

Ⱥnđ ɈȺȼꝁ….đȺmn ɨŧ…ŧħɇ đȺɏs łɇȺđɨnǥ ᵾᵽ ŧø ŧħɨs…Ⱥłł ŧħɇ ᵾsɇłɇss Ⱥɍǥᵾmɇnŧs Ⱥnđ føɍ wħȺŧ? Ŧħøsɇ wøɍđs wɇɍɇ ɉᵾsŧ ɨnfłᵾɇnȼɇđ ƀɏ sømɇønɇ wħø đɨđn'ŧ ɇvɇn ȼȺɍɇ Ⱥƀøᵾŧ ħɨs øwn søn. ɈȺȼꝁ ȼȺɍɇđ føɍ mɇ. Ħɇ wȺs ŧħɇɍɇ møɍɇ ŧɨmɇs ŧħȺn ħɇ ɇvɇɍ wȺs føɍ mɇ.

Ɨ'm sø fᵾȼꝁɨnǥ ŧɨɍɇđ. Øf ŧħɨs. Øf ŧħɇ sŧᵾđɨø. Øf mɇ.

Ɨ Ⱥɍǥᵾɇđ ƀɇȼȺᵾsɇ Ɨ ȼȺɍɇđ, ɈȺȼꝁ. Ɨ snȺᵽᵽɇđ Ⱥŧ ɏøᵾ føɍ nøŧ ɇnłɨsŧɨnǥ ƀɇȼȺᵾsɇ Ɨ wȺs sȼȺɍɇđ ŧħȺŧ ɨf ɏøᵾ wɇɍɇn'ŧ ŧħɇɍɇ…ɏøᵾ wøᵾłđ føɍǥɇŧ mɇ.

Ⱥnđ mȺɏƀɇ…

ɏøᵾ wøᵾłđ sŧøᵽ ȼȺɍɨnǥ ₳฿ØɄ₮ ₥Ɇ.....

Ⱥs føɍ SȺmmɏ…… Ɨ wȺnŧ mɏ đȺmn ɇɏɇs ƀȺȼꝁ. Ɨ đøn'ŧ ȼȺɍɇ wħȺŧ ɨŧ ŧȺꝁɇs.

Ⱥnđ ɨf ɏøᵾ ƀȺȼꝁ đøwn nøw….đøn'ŧ ƀɇ sᵾɍᵽɍɨsɇđ wħɇn ŧɍøᵾƀłɇ ƀɇǥɨns ŧø sŧɨɍ.

Ⱥnđ đø NØŦ ᵾsɇ ŧħɇ ɇłɇvȺŧøɍ.

The replacement .

Hudson gave him an abashed look, "Well, it's not like I'm some sort of wordsmith or anything. But I guess, if you want..."

"Glad to hear that you got the oceanography merit badge though. I could never. I hardly deserve that badge."

"In fact, I suck at geography and navigation."

He finally entered the clearing, checking Ray was beside him before he marched ahead. The scout master Tucker was already separating scouts into groups, acting like a Shepard.

Hudson waved Ray over as he walked over to the master. The man seemed to be in his early 20's and seemed...fine. Not that interesting really.

"Ah, hello there. You must be the new scout! Care to introduce yourself?"

Tucker glanced at Hudson, narrowing his eyes. "Hendricks. No tricks, no kicks, no glass."

Catherine watched her boy go bound off towards the forest, already passing a gathering of boys, the group exchanging excited words about the upcoming hike.

She greeted a fellow Mother, her smile just twitching when the madame pronounced her name wrong.

She had given up on correcting people long ago, already feeling fatigue from having to watch all those people tumble and slip up with it.

She then noticed a burly man dragging a little boy down to the camp grounds. She didn't recall meeting the man before nor the little boy before, so she was already brushing off her dress and walking towards them with a smile.

"Bonjour monsieur! It's quite lovely to see new faces around here. Is your boy joining this group as well? It's such a wonderful thing to see kids interested in participating in this!"

The man looked up as he was approached, offering a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Yeah, my son’s gonna give it a go. I’m on a little, uh, work trip, so I figured I wouldn’t bore him with my business.” He ruffled his son’s hair as he said that last bit. His accent sharply contrasted hers, one that could be identified as Southern from the U.S.

He turned to his son and moved his hand to his shoulder as he added, “Ray, why don’t you go on and run ahead. Make sure you talk to the other boys, y’hear? No point avoidin’ it if you wanna have fun.”

The kid—Ray—nodded and gave him a hug before walking off to join the other boys. His father watched him go for a moment before turning back to Catherine.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, ma’am. ‘Got all wrapped up… ‘name’s Daniel,” he said, offering her a hand. “My son’s name is Raymond. We’re from Virginia, just stayin’ for the summer.”

This is so freaking relatable :"D

ARTBLOCK

Hudson when the studio was going to shit.

Hudson's health was affected by poor lack of sleep, accidentally consuming ink, lack of eating and isolation. (Rings under eyes)

He started picking fights as he now had a short-fuse with himself and others (lack of sleep and food). (Bruised left eye.)

He started hearing things and seeing things which fed his paranoia and short fuse. Isolation didn't help. (Tense stance and face)

(This was made during an rp I was doing with @creationandcalamityau , Hudson drank a lot of ink.)

Merry Christmas to my moots!

For some of my moots, I could not find an OC, persona or anything to correctly represent them, but you guys are still important!

Those shown:

@flowysgonemad

@shypiemakesthings

@slaterdevil

@bladevoyager

@creationandcalamityau 's batim oc: Andrew Harper because yeah

@mildlybizarrecorvid

Happy Holidays, guys! And if you don't give a crap about Holidays, then happy perfectly normal Wednesday.

I hate how I drew Allison, but oh well!

This post was inspired by 1920's, 40's and 50's fashion!

A gift for @bladevoyager using their Susie Campbell!

(Such a pretty silly thing :3)

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU AHHHHH I LOVE THIS THIS IS AMAZING

May I please hug Melody?

Sure, although Melody isn't the biggest fan of touch.