#but I'm actually proud of this

[flare-the-drawer]

As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to animate this:

[whoknowswheremylifeis]

The Legend of Mother Susan

Once upon a time, there were three unruly, mischievous foxes. Though unrelated by blood, their individual paths came to merge and they soon formed a sisterhood. They vowed to protect and support each other through the lowest of lows and the highest of highs.

Soon after the trio came together, they were visited by a fourth fox who introduced herself as Susan. Susan was welcomed with open arms and hearts, and soon she considered the three sisters her own cubs (even though they were already grown). In turn, they called her Mother Susan.

For many seasons, the three foxes spent their days in peace, playing in the countryside they called home. Mother Susan, ever their protector, watched over her charges day and night.

Until one day, when all was calm, and the foxes were lazing in a clearing, several sounds rent the air all at once. The eldest of our three foxes recognised the dogs that were barking, snarling to be released. The middle fox could hear horses' hooves thudding along the ground, while the youngest identified the calls of humans. Yet it was Mother Susan who heard all this and the high notes of the horns and realised just what was about to come crashing into their lives.

Mother Susan urged her cubs to run, making sure all three were ahead of her before following behind. The little family ran and ran, familiar paths turning unfamiliar, and all too soon they found themselves at an impasse. A river, down in a valley, that they must cross or they'd surely be caught. The four foxes spread out along the near-cliff edge, desperate to find a path down to the river. Finally, finally, the cry came up. A path, but barely. Hardly wide enough for a single fox, crumbled away to almost nothing in places. It would have to do. The Hunt was catching up.

~•~

Mother Susan called the three sisters to her and sent them down the path one by one. But it wasn't fast enough. They could all smell the advancing dogs, hear the thundering hooves and the savage cries. Mother Susan urged her cubs to hurry, and just as the last bushy tail disappeared down the trail, the Hunt rounded the corner.

Mother Susan knew what she had to do, but she wasn't afraid. These were her cubs, after all, she would do anything to ensure their safety. She called to her children, told them to keep running and not to look back. The young foxes stopped, confused. Why wasn't Mother Susan coming with them? As one, they started back the way they came, now no longer concerned for their safety.

~•~

The Hunt was here. Mother Susan dared not look back towards her cubs lest she reveal the path to the monsters still bearing down on her. She held her position, never faltering, as the Hunt overwhelmed her. She let out a cry as one of the horde of frenzied animals caught her hide in its jaws, but still she stood strong. When at last she fell, she felt nothing but satisfaction at a job well done. Her foxes were safe.

~•~

The sisters hurried back up the path as fast as they dared, throwing caution to the wind when they heard a pained cry. But their efforts were in vain, as they reached the top as Mother Susan fell. They watched as the humans called the dogs off and picked up their mother. They could hear the humans muttering, only a few words audible even to their ears.

"... saw... more... three..."

And so they knew they must leave. With heavy hearts they turned and left their mother, their saviour, in the hands of monsters.

What they didn't see was the humans deciding their prey was too old, too maimed, to be of any value to them. They didn't see them dropping her to the ground and mounting their horses. And they certainly didn't see the dogs giving one last inquisitive sniff before the humans called them away.

No one saw the little boy, who was out picking flowers, stop to mourn the fallen fox on his path. No one saw that as he placed a hand on her side, he felt her ribcage rise ever so slightly. And no one saw him gently take the fox into his arms and run home to his parents.

~•~

Seasons passed, and eventually the grief gave way to happier times. The three foxes were able to enjoy life again, though it never quite felt the same as it once had. New fields became home, and the unfamiliar became familiar, yet still other.

On a day much like the day that had changed everything, when the three sisters were relaxing amongst the trees, the youngest suddenly awoke from her slumber. What was that floating on the breeze, that scent? So faint it was barely there, but it was familiar. Too familiar, almost. She roused her sisters, who grumbled at the disruption before they, too, caught the scent.

The scent got stronger and stronger, and soon the three foxes could hear soft paws padding through the forest. They looked at each other, hardly daring to hope. Could it be? They waited with bated breath, not one of them moving from where they stood, when, at last, Mother Susan returned.

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[katsinspats]

I think my copy of the game is broken they've been doing this for 30 minutes

Crop of the Biolizard edit I did bc it makes me laugh:

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[vypridae]

first time drawing the Biblically Accurate Boys TM was a few days ago and i just forgot to post them so here you go

[charleston-yappa]

Someone go grab the Scorpion demon, we gotta put 2D on the mic !!

[kays-artstuff]

Life Series Animatic!!!! WOOOO

Set right aftet secret life as scar slowly gains memories of past games back!!!

[itsthatlake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

Support me on Ko-fi maybe?

[lauraneedstochill]

The Oh Hellos, “Like the Dawn” / poem by @troy-woof / Nikita Gill, “A Lesson On Love”/ post by @thepoisonroom / by tumblr user @flintcoded (x) / Leah Horlick, “For Your Own Good” / post by @patch-and-stringer

[wolfram-but-art]

drew one of the memes in this person's post again

reblogs > likes

[destiny-islanders]

atlantean pop idol sora kingdomhearts fancam

inspired by this post everyone's been redrawing

[spudcat]

nobody else in the world deserves to be lovingly tucked into bed with a bedtime story and a kiss more than it does

[bobbinlacebliss]

you guys remember olney handkerchief, right? I confess I sometimes forget about our olney handkerchief for months at a time...

anyway.

since my last update on this project (when dinosaurs roamed the earth) I have actually made some progress. today I even moved the lace up another notch - which incidentally meant it was time to free the first bit of lace from the last few of its pins! I do love unpinning. I try not to fiddle with the lace too much after it's free - must keep it clean - but... just a little won't hurt...

so cool right?

[risibledeer]

I think I draw too much of him... I should really stop lol

[why-the-heck-not]

me, a responsible being, working on the coding project as I should vs. me, a dysfunctional shithead, getting distracted by reading about brains (once aGAIN damnit (it's my favorite "I need to study my field but bc I should do that it's an impossible unthinkable feat now, so I'm reading about something else to fool my brain I'm still being productive"-topic))