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The Bleeding Heart 22424
I was inspired to draw this City of the Avian piece on Earth Day as a way of expressing my feelings about current events and the state of the planet. COTA is a deeply personal story because its concept is constantly evolving with me as I learn more about the ongoing climate crisis, the genocide in Palestine, and the catastrophic impact of imperialism all over the world. Right now, it’s more important than ever to be angry, but to also never lose sight of our hope for a better future.
Constantly thinking about how Grian most definitely doesn't think about Ariana Griande as much as I do and that makes me sad.
Brain had great idea. Brain will not work on great idea. I just want to write a scarian 1700s or 1800s centered fic okay? I just want my two hyperfixations to meet. Do I wanna research every last little detail about those time periods? No. Will I fall into a rabbit hole and eventually do it? Probably, yeah most likely.
Hear me out, mermaid Scar guarding the magical mending book that Fisher Grian has been so desperately searching for.
Scar loves to swim up to listen to Grian chat about earthly things and while he knows he could slip the book to Grian after they've long become friends, Scar keeps it hidden in order to keep Grian around.
Ren sang and played guitar on stream today at around 2 hours into the stream. It was absolutely beautiful. Twitch clips are only a minute long, but you can listen to the full thing in his vod.
I don't think anything will truly encapsulate the insanity of the life series as Real Life did. I mean, just the out of context videos alone are proof enough.
First of all ! On Friday the 16th at 4 pm EST me and maruu are going to make the first stream ever talking about the DDVAU and doodling about it as well
Its gonna be live at Maruu's channel ( twitch.tv/xmaruu11 ) so I hope that you guys can be there! We are gonna answer questions live, doodling and just chilling talking together with you all !
I hope this is the first of many but we will see how it goes !
Second of all, going a more serious route, I want to talk about some boundaries regarding the comic. Since this is a fan project, made by fans for fans, I feel like it's imporant to mention that we do not want Content Creators to be aware of its existance- (if that makes any sense). After all, even if it's more than just shipping, it still contains a lot of it within the story.
Being respectful not only to the CCs but also myself (I am uncomfortable with the idea of them interacting with it), I would prefer if the comic is kept in fan space. That means I would prefer if you guys don't mention it in any chat, tag CC in fanart about the AU, tag it properly on tumblr and obviously follow the CCs boundaries.
Anyways ! Hope you all have a great rest of your day and I hope I'll see you guys on friday.
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There is no possible reality where this is in any way capable of being passed off as self-defense. It was never self-defense. It is, and always has been, a genocide.
Crying babies. Crying babies. This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, meant to draw out and kill civilians while also making it far more difficult to locate and aid children who are trapped or alone.
If you have money to spare, please consider donating to some of the fundraisers on Operation Olive Branch to help people escape this genocide.
This blurb takes place during Double Life.
Bdubs watched from a distance as his ex-joked about with his soulmate. He knew there was no changing fate, but he still longed for the days when he had all of Etho’s attention.
Bitterness began to envelope him as they walked off. The mental picture of the two hugging and enjoying each other’s company made him nauseous. He could come to grips with Etho being happy by himself. But seeing his arm wrapped around Joel was a too much for him. He had always understood that his favourite person in the world was beloved by all.
I mean, who could look at the man and not fall head over heels for him. Everything from his hair to the way he walked was eye catching. His voice deep and sweet like whisky. His eyes could stare into yours and you'd feel nothing other than a wave of comfort and love.
He never would admit it to Etho, but he was jealous. Bdubs missed the warmth that Etho brought into his world. The joy that they shared and their bond that felt unbreakable. He wanted to be the only one to see his smile; and he couldn’t stand to see Etho well off without him. He wanted to be Etho’s soulmate. But it wasn’t meant to be.
That didn’t mean that Bdubs wasn’t allowed to make his own happy memories. If anything, he was going to make the most out of his new companionship with Impulse. Even if his heart wasn’t fully invested yet.