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as requested- my zine about fat and plus size body types from instagram!💖 happy drawing everyone!

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ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH?

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ft. my two ocs, Pc.v3 (head wings) and C-86 (red bird) respectively. VERY Long story short, C-86 is dead and Pc has convinced himself it's entirely his fault, and that belief haunts him both metaphorically and literally, spurred on by him being an ai/robot newly gaining sentience

Also. First proper time trying out a video editing program for animation

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i louve drauwing the same two character s evry day

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Never Love an Anchor- The Crane Wives

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me fending off a bloodclan ambush: im fighting Tooth and Nail over here

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based off of this:

i've been playing crk like an addict this summer.. i mean i play it every summer but this summer was baddddd

-> 2hrs, 43 layers

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if you're in the throes of cosmic despair i cannot recommend museums enough. art or science or history it doesn't matter. oh we're all connected, all of us and everything, throughout all time and space, and no one, no one, no one is alone? awesome. that's what i thought i just wanted to make sure.

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this popped up in my mind the second I saw the meme and I HAD to draw it

Also first tumblr post in starclan knows how long-

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me: i wanna talk about my ocs

someone: ok tell me about your ocs

me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them

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Your friends watching something for the first time and getting to that scene VS you, the knower.

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felt like writing something from high school au so enjoy lol

content warnings: intrusive thoughts (sort of? most are not distressing to POV character), mentions of blood and self harm

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"How does it work?" Bishop asks, looking over the small robot on Baxter's work desk. It's not like anything he's seen before, stubby legs connected to a rounded body around the same size as the head, with powerful jaws cut into jagged teeth. The metalwork seems a bit shaky on the bottom mandible, the triangular shapes cut with a little less accuracy there like it was a first attempt but the material couldn't be wasted., but overall the small thing looks like it could reasonably have the capacity to kill a small rodent. He's tempted to run his fingers across the teeth and see if they're sharp enough to make his fingers bleed. He doesn't.

Baxter is bent over it as he adjusts something with a small screwdriver. "Do you mean the precise details of how it functions, or the broad strokes?"

"Start broad."

"Well, the driving intent is for it to catch pests. Mice, rats, that sort of thing."

"To catch pests," Bishop echoes, holding the information like a weight in his hand. If he stuck his hand in its mouth, would it be able to bite to the bone? Take off a finger? He frowns. It seems a bit overkill for pest control. Scratch that, very overkill. "And what else?"

It takes a moment for Baxter to respond. First, he straightens his back and carefully sets his tool down, then he unfurrows his eyebrows and smiles almost, but not quite, smoothly. "What do you mean, what else?"

A strand of loose hair hangs in front of Bishop's left eye. He brushes it aside, only for it to fall back into the same place. "That it's a waste of time to build a robot like this to hunt small animals. You're smart enough to know that." A line he may have used with a student once or twice, now that he thinks about it.

"So what's it really for?"

Baxter's hands tighten. Bishop tenses, just in case. Stockman wouldn't be likely to throw a punch at him, but the possibility of Bishop saying something punchable is never zero. Would Baxter even be able to hit him? They're standing close enough that he could get a good hit to Bishop's face if he really wanted. Break his nose, even. It'd get blood everywhere.

"I wanted to see if I could," he says at last, and there's a story behind it that Bishop isn't privy to. Maybe he never will be. "And besides, they'll be able to do plenty of other things in time. Catching rodents is just the beginning."

Bishop nods. Sometimes you have to start with a few small steps that feel barely relevant to the overall goal, just to figure out what that goal actually is. Defining it is the tricky part.

"Really, it's just a matter of finding acceptable test subjects. I can't exactly ask around to see if anyone has a spare rodent infestation I can use," Baxter continues lightly, picking up the robot and carefully placing it on the charging station he'd designed for it.

Bishop gazes at Stockman carefully. "There's a raccoon that's been getting into my trash lately."

After a second or two, Baxter nods. "That's a bit larger than I was planning for, but it should work. When should I come over?"

Hm. Bishop hadn't quite anticipated that a yes would be so forthcoming. He picks up a small screw, and is immediately struck with the urge to put it in his mouth. Ugh, he hates those impulses. He sets it down hastily. "Tomorrow, after work?"

"Yes, that should--wait, no, I told Aisha I would come to her volleyball game. Her parents are out of town, and she wouldn't have anyone else there. I offered to watch so she would have a familiar face in the crowd."

Now that's a statement worth an eyeroll. "You care too much about your students liking you."

"And you care too little. But anyhow, I should be available..." Baxter reaches for his phone and checks something on it. "Hm, not the day after tomorrow, I have to drive Mama to an appointment. Over the weekend?"

It would probably be an appropriate time to smile politely. Not that Bishop's smiles look particularly nice, as has been pointed out to him enough times. "I'll be there."

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felt like writing something from high school au so enjoy lol

content warnings: intrusive thoughts (sort of? most are not distressing to POV character), mentions of blood and self harm

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"How does it work?" Bishop asks, looking over the small robot on Baxter's work desk. It's not like anything he's seen before, stubby legs connected to a rounded body around the same size as the head, with powerful jaws cut into jagged teeth. The metalwork seems a bit shaky on the bottom mandible, the triangular shapes cut with a little less accuracy there like it was a first attempt but the material couldn't be wasted., but overall the small thing looks like it could reasonably have the capacity to kill a small rodent. He's tempted to run his fingers across the teeth and see if they're sharp enough to make his fingers bleed. He doesn't.

Baxter is bent over it as he adjusts something with a small screwdriver. "Do you mean the precise details of how it functions, or the broad strokes?"

"Start broad."

"Well, the driving intent is for it to catch pests. Mice, rats, that sort of thing."

"To catch pests," Bishop echoes, holding the information like a weight in his hand. If he stuck his hand in its mouth, would it be able to bite to the bone? Take off a finger? He frowns. It seems a bit overkill for pest control. Scratch that, very overkill. "And what else?"

It takes a moment for Baxter to respond. First, he straightens his back and carefully sets his tool down, then he unfurrows his eyebrows and smiles almost, but not quite, smoothly. "What do you mean, what else?"

A strand of loose hair hangs in front of Bishop's left eye. He brushes it aside, only for it to fall back into the same place. "That it's a waste of time to build a robot like this to hunt small animals. You're smart enough to know that." A line he may have used with a student once or twice, now that he thinks about it.

"So what's it really for?"

Baxter's hands tighten. Bishop tenses, just in case. Stockman wouldn't be likely to throw a punch at him, but the possibility of Bishop saying something punchable is never zero. Would Baxter even be able to hit him? They're standing close enough that he could get a good hit to Bishop's face if he really wanted. Break his nose, even. It'd get blood everywhere.

"I wanted to see if I could," he says at last, and there's a story behind it that Bishop isn't privy to. Maybe he never will be. "And besides, they'll be able to do plenty of other things in time. Catching rodents is just the beginning."

Bishop nods. Sometimes you have to start with a few small steps that feel barely relevant to the overall goal, just to figure out what that goal actually is. Defining it is the tricky part.

"Really, it's just a matter of finding acceptable test subjects. I can't exactly ask around to see if anyone has a spare rodent infestation I can use," Baxter continues lightly, picking up the robot and carefully placing it on the charging station he'd designed for it.

Bishop gazes at Stockman carefully. "There's a raccoon that's been getting into my trash lately."

After a second or two, Baxter nods. "That's a bit larger than I was planning for, but it should work. When should I come over?"

Hm. Bishop hadn't quite anticipated that a yes would be so forthcoming. He picks up a small screw, and is immediately struck with the urge to put it in his mouth. Ugh, he hates those impulses. He sets it down hastily. "Tomorrow, after work?"

"Yes, that should--wait, no, I told Aisha I would come to her volleyball game. Her parents are out of town, and she wouldn't have anyone else there. I offered to watch so she would have a familiar face in the crowd."

Now that's a statement worth an eyeroll. "You care too much about your students liking you."

"And you care too little. But anyhow, I should be available..." Baxter reaches for his phone and checks something on it. "Hm, not the day after tomorrow, I have to drive Mama to an appointment. Over the weekend?"

It would probably be an appropriate time to smile politely. Not that Bishop's smiles look particularly nice, as has been pointed out to him enough times. "I'll be there."

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Updating refs look at the little guy

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OUR little guy at this point

I can always count on you to appear in my notes 0.002 seconds after uploading pc content

SMILES. I love your little guy...