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The Imodna brainrot is still going strong for me (yeah I know it’s been a month, leave me alone)
SO! Here’s my first fan art of them (almost) kissing and I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda nervous about this one.
I’d like to draw a proper kiss at some point but man, it’s gonna be hard to overcome my embarrassement over this stuff, but if y'all like this one, I’ll try my best!
“There are many things to be feared, but not death. For it gives meaning to life." ~ The Matron of Ravens
Sooo, today was my birthday and I got a tattoo of the Matron a few days ago cause I thought ”y'know what? I’m gonna treat myself for once“ cause I usually consider this day to be kinda meh, but I digress!
I don’t know if my tattoo artist will post my project on his account but if anyone’s interested in seeing his work in general, you can find him on Instagram right here:
So yeah, I thought I’d share this with my fellow critters and make up for the lack of artwork on my part. And I know, of all the gods in Critical Role, I had to get the Raven Queen tattooed, but hear me out, I love what she represents hence the quote, and also after what happened in the last episode of Campaign 3 and what Lieve'tel said.
And of course her design throughout The Legend of Vox Machina show pretty much had me in a chokehold with the engravings on her mask, the ravens, the skulls and whatnot and my tattoo artist really went all out on this design. He got the vibe just right without knowing much of the show/game and without me saying much apart from what elements I wanted in the design, I just knew his style would fit her and I’m so glad I went to him for this project.
I might wait a while before I get another CR tattoo but I might get Laudna next but in a different style that I think will fit her well, but I’m getting ahead of myself, we’ll see when the time comes!
This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.
I’m bringing you some Mog art that started out as a tattoo design but I don’t know if it can still be considered a tattoo design at this point? What do you think?
no no. you don’t get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can’t walk is because that’s the only way they’ll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they’ll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
Beau energy is perching on chairs to get a good view
Laudna energy is just straight up crawling upon the table
and Kiki energy is falling into the floor
ah yes the three stages. novice, expert, and ????
[Image description: A mostly colorless drawing split into three sections, each featuring one of Marisha Ray’s three characters from Critical Role. The first section features Keyleth, a half elf woman colored in green. Keyleth had been sat at the table in front of her but is now shown having fallen backwards off her seat. This section section labeled “Stage 1. Novice Perch. No balance. Easily knocked over.”
The second section features Beau, a human woman colored in blue. Beau is perched on her chair, her toes pointed and supporting her entire weight. This section is labeled “Stage 2. Expert Perch. Perfect posture. 10/10 battle ready.”
The last section features Laudna, an undead human woman colored in red. She is shown crawling onto the table unnaturally, giving her a scary and uncanny appearance. This section is labeled “Stage 3. ?????. Wait… what—. Please don't—oh. Ahhhh???” End description.]
Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription
Me: My pills make me not want to die tho
They: You shouldn’t want to die, that’s not normal
Me: Yeah that’s why I’m taking my pills
Again: But you aren’t the *real* you when you’re on your pills
Me: I’m the alive version of me
An actual doctor, once: “Relying On A Chemical Crutch For A Hormonal Imbalance Denies The Fortitude Of The Human Soul”
Me: Cool so like I’m agnostic
They: “But you might be on pills the rest of your life!”
Me: “So?”
Good! That means that I have a “rest of” my life to continue living!
Thanks to the pills.
Meanwhile, no person ever: “You should think about giving up your insulin/antiretrovirals/beta blockers/anti-rejection drugs/prosthetic legs/daily multivitamin, because using those your whole life is bad for some reason”
Oh no, they do that too.
I have a kidney transplant. A woman once told me she didn’t believe in organ transplants and that people should just die when they’re meant to.
Sounds like a great set-up for a murder
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because they’re doing something right that the rest of us haven’t thought of, and not just because they got lucky
Speaking of the luck of the non-disabled…I once terrorized a Karen who was using me to teach her entitled kid that disabled people are Other and should not be treated with respect. I told her (truthfully) that until I was twenty-eight, I wasn’t visibly disabled. Then a defective chromosome that I hadn’t known about kicked in. So my luck ran out. But until then, I had been normal–just…like…her.
The sheer terror on her face as the concept of “You mean I’ve just been lucky so far?” seeped into her brain was a thing of beauty.
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because they’re doing something right that the rest of us haven’t thought of, and not just because they got lucky
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
“You are one stroke of bad luck, common viral illness, or traumatic event away from being just like me” is honestly the most terrifying thing you can tell an abled person - and you should. I was healthy and fit and doing everything ‘right’ too - right up until some inner switch flipped and my body crumbled right out from under me.
