🖤 this one will rig a poll. please vote honestly.

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@entities-of-posts

Attack on @ghostsvignettes !

Attack on @ghostsvignettes !

Attack on @ghostsvignettes !

Disability will have you thinking shit like “I’m not even that disabled. I can manage as long as I limit myself to very specific careers, never go shopping for more than an hour or two at a time, keep my plans open so I can cancel and stay in if need be, and only go out a few nights per week at the most”

Everytime this gets a note when its nowhere near christmas I question my sanity just a little bit more

No, it is July, stop that, stop giving this notes, you guys have lost reblogging privileges

I truly sacrificed to create this ridiculous mug. biting clay is a bad sensory experience 😔 who would have guessed

I’m tempted not to glaze the bite marks so it looks like it was bitten through the glaze lmao

I showed this to my husband and he said he wants four mugs like this in various states of eaten, so he can swap when no one’s looking and make it look like he’s actually eating it.

drew this as fast as i possibly could. yay okay now you do it too

One must imagine oroboros happy

Cute birds appreciation post

little. snippet/headcanon with Siffrin and Odile

Madame? Siffrin hasn't called you that in months. When he first joined the small party of Mirabelle and Isabeau and you, his social awkwardness was even more apparent, especially because of how hard they tried to compensate for it by imitating Isabeau. Unlike Mirabelle, Isabeau keeps his anxieties fairly well-hidden (though he betrays himself now and then, especially on one drinking night that ended in disaster; you'll tease him about all the other embarrassments he's heaped on himself, but not that one), and unlike you, he's warm, friendly. It was no surprise at all that a newcomer might connect with him first. It was just the degree to which Siffrin did. Most notable was when it came to names. Siffrin brightened like a burst of sun after a thunderstorm when Isabeau first called them 'Sif' and reciprocated with an 'Isa' two minutes later, a bit clumsily, like they'd needed to think of what was the best nickname and were afraid of missing some supposed window of opportunity. Isabeau calls Mirabelle 'Mira', and Siffrin began to follow suit once they had their own nickname.

Isabeau and Mirabelle both call you 'Madame', and so Siffrin did the same at first. He always seemed so awkward addressing you, talking to you at all even, as if he wasn't sure what to make of you. You didn't think much of it. You're not warm and friendly like Isabeau, and Siffrin was, to all appearances, an awkward one who'd initially shunned company to travel alone.

Pot, kettle, you know. But it didn't help that they've never spoken of their past or where they hail from. (You don't blame Drunk Odile entirely for her crackpot theory.)

The ice between the two of you finally thawed the first time you went to an antique shop together. You'd been quite surprised Siffrin wanted to accompany you in town and not Isabeau, and the only thing keeping you from asking what he might be looking for was the prospect of him returning the question. Your searches had been performed completely separately, silently at first. Then you'd noticed him frowning at a picture of the dots in the sky and asked how it had offended him, and Siffrin's firm response that it was wrong had only further intrigued you. Of all the things for Siffrin to try to commit to memory, the dots in the night? But when you asked what about it was wrong, a look of confusion crossed his face, and he shrugged. The conversation petered out. They tried to ask if you were interested in any of the items near you, "Madame", with a slight hesitation that sparked a realization for you.

"You don't need to call me Madame. Simply Odile is fine, if you prefer."

Siffrin's eyes had widened, and then they smiled, and they've always called you "Odile" since.

Until now.

You don't like that he's moved back to 'Madame'. As far as you can tell, formalities like 'Madame' are an indicator of politeness or respect to Mirabelle and Isabeau. But to Siffrin, formality only indicates distance.

Not to brag but my cats are Artists™

[Medium: Claws on rainbow scratchboard]

Remi works with a hesitant, erratic violence, creating a piece as light and fluffy as she is, and signing her work by hole-punching it with her teeth.

Timmy uses bold, strong lines to evoke some kind of powerful event, echoing his powerful presence and loud voice.

Nubbins, truly inspired, creates a high-energy piece that symbolizes the void where his brain should be, surrounded by chaos and mischief.

Kona, a reclusive avante garde artist, refused to work with me around. Only in quiet solitude did she create this haunting, introspective work.

I dont have tumblr sorry

really i think one of my favorite character dynamics is “i don’t actually like you but we’ve been through so much together that i’d trust you with my life and know that we will always back each others calls. but i still wouldn’t trust you with my car keys.” like “we aren’t really friends but we’ve been thrust into an intense situation where you are the only other person i know so now we’re besties.” and “if it weren’t for our years of history i would have literally nothing to talk to you about at this work dinner.” Enemies to lovers has NOTHING on general disinterest to begrudging acknowledgment to discovering that this person is now an inextricable part of your life