Female her/she, Disaster Sapphic. Writing She-Ra/Catradora fic on Ao3. Curator of Arts, Creative mind, writer, digital artist, designer. Certified Nerdy geek and avid gamer. Loves to tinker with tech and dabbles in sciences. Curious and inquisitive Jane of all trades. ASD/ADHD and absolute trash at social interaction, but please, stay.
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Ranma 1/2 remake have bring me so much joy and I just had to draw them
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meanwhile older generations will just tell us to pick ourselves up by our bootstraps and cant understand why shit is fucking hard these days because not only does everything cost proportionally more and the wages have stagnated but also we have to pay for more things and never get ownership, nevermind planned obsolesence. bitches will brag how they bought their house in 1960 and paid it off in 3 years and afforded to live on a single income like, mf even with two incomes you can barely make ends meet nevermind affording a house.
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Commission for @sigmasonicx Thank you so much!!
A scene from a Raritwi story written by @rarilight
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Made Some Pride Melogs Halloween Theme PFP Icons for me and my princess ❤️
(THESE ARE NOT FREE TO USE!! ONLY FOR ME AND MY WIFE!!)
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Just keep drawing us like those French girls.
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thinking about some future outfits for them that are a little more casual/action appropriate
on twitter
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I do not have wings, love. I never will
Soaring over a world you are carrying
If these heights should bring my fall
Let me be your own Icarian carrion
— I, Carrion [Icarian], Hozier
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Gave our girl a big gun.
I'm sure she'll use it responsibly.
Rescue Mission
“Greyskull-Zero-Two, report.”
Catra surveys the scene before her, brow furrowing as she counts the figures ambling in the valley below her, loading boxes onto the waiting hauler. Their quarry is in there, no doubt about it. Just a matter of– “Greyskull-Zero-Two, report.” An eye twitches at Command’s insistence. “There’s some kind of auditory disturbance coming through my earpiece,” she mutters, through gritted teeth. “It’s very distracting.” “… Very funny, Zero-Two. Report.” Catra sighs, flipping through scan modes on her visor. “Twenty bodies, twelve armed,” she replies. “Most of the cargo’s loaded. Can I shoot them now?” “Negative, Zero-Two. Stick to recon.” Her eye twitches again. “Command, I thought our objective was locating Zero-One. If she’s here, we have to move now. The rest of the 52nd won’t arrive in time to respond to our reinforcement request.” The tension in her voice is barely concealed, the temptation to blurt a string of expletives down the comm withheld but for the thinnest thread of restraint. “Negative,” comes the response. “That’s an order, you hear me? You do not fire unless fired upon.” Catra sits there for a moment, considering. Finally, she stands up, walking towards the edge of the outcrop, her armoured form silhouetted against the planet’s pale sky. “HEY, ASSHOLES!” “Zero-Two, what–” All twenty of the insurgents turn to look at once, twelve guns immediately blazing to life, spewing plasma in her direction. Catra pulls back, narrowly avoiding the hail of glowing bolts spattering across the cliff edge. “Permission to engage now?” A wry smile spreads across her face as she asks the question. It’s greeted with a groan and an exasperated sigh. “… Fine. Cleared to engage. And Catra?” “Yeah?” “You're working for us, now. No more war crimes.” Catra huffs as she steps forward once more, hefting the autocannon to her shoulder, taking aim as her finger finds the trigger. “You’re no fun.”
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I wish I would’ve had this show while growing up, but I’m so happy for the kids that will. Be strong and be brave!!
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