Woah Robots Are So Cool

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

I'm going back to my playful colour era, never really realised I left it until my paintings became a little stale. Anyway, please say yes she's really over here like 🥺👉👈

personally i love when people find my ocs hot

Happy 4/20 y’all!!! Can’t wait to get high as a bitch, eat a ton of food, and squish my body all day!!!

Unrelated, but I also have two onions in my room. They’re my children now. I’ve shed real tears over their growth. Here’s a picture I took last night

learning exciting new things, like "when i take edibles i get obsessed with boobs"

Onion update: one of them now has a pair of sunglasses

I’ve given the fic the working title of ‘Junkyard Dog’ for the time being. Our protagonist is Jack Crawford, whose life, like most free terrans without the affini to assist them, is pretty dogshit. He lives on a planet that’s literally just called ‘Hell’ and all he does is haul scrap and try to salvage working tech so he can sell it to the Terran Cosmic Navy. Let’s face it though, a few-dozen human scavengers aren’t exactly enough to keep up with a ship-printing atomic compiler.

Currently, his goals center on finding a way to get the hell (heh) off the planet, but with his boss possessing the only spacefaring ship on the planet, and no working technology to signal their location, he’s gonna have his work cut out for him. Also, he doesn’t trust the affini due to terran propaganda. His life sucks a whole lot, but it will get better!

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

Honestly I think one of the biggest appeals to the HDG fandom is seated in a near primal level of feelings. We as humans have spent our entire existence as being the big friend shaped creature that loves to pack bond and love other creatures with such a fervor that it seems endless to these less long lived animals.

Just to imagine that same feeling that your cat gets when they get scratched by you, or the adoring feeling that your dog gets when they see you come home from work, I think there's a deep rooted longing that we as a species also cry out for those same feelings.

do y'all remember when they found all that tf art in Osamu Tezuka's drawer post-mortem because I think about it often

anyway keep chasing your bliss and draw weird shit, god knows we need that right now

if only lesbian lust paid the bills