And finally, after MONTHS, the last character for my Kipo au, the main character herself, QUINN!!
Quinn is the daughter of one of the former members of the Human resistance, whom after Emilia’s demise, moved across the county in order to plan their next move to continue their leaders plans to “cure” mutes. She spent most of her life in the ancient burrow system that they had modified to be their base. Despite her father being one of the current leaders and one of the top mute hunters in the small community, Quinn was always fascinated by the world outside the burrow, and the mutes that inhabited it. She studied old books about the human animal bond, and always marveled at how humans and other species used to coexist in the old world. When she turned 15, her father started to train her how to in survival and how to hunt mutes, hoping for her to see the ugly truth of the world. However, this only fueled her fascination of the world, and after hearing about Las Vista, the hope that humans and mutes could coexist like before. This drove a wedge between her and her family, leaving her an outcast. A few months before her 21st birthday, Quinn discovered that her father was planning to take her out to hunt her first real mute, whether she liked it or not. Knowing that if she didn’t make leave, shed become the same monster shed grown to see her father as, she planned her escape. The night before she turned 21, she used an abandoned tunnel system she had found to escape the burrow, in hopes of finding the fabled Las Vistas to make a new life for herself. One that she controlled.
Despite her upbringing, Quinn is a compassionate person who is willing to fight for what she believes in, even if its at the cost of the relationships with those around her. She can be a bit too trusting in others, which can often lead to trouble, but has good instincts nonetheless. Although she was trained in survival and combat by her father, and is quite skilled at both, shed rather search for a peaceful solution before resorting to violence, though she is not past making empty threats to keep the peace. She can be quite stubborn when she gets an idea in her head, but wont hesitate to stop and put others needs ahead of herself, even if they’re merely strangers.
(I was hopping to have Quinn posted a lot sooner, but with college and home life, I went through a bit of an art block. But now, she’s done, and the next thing involving this au that I will post will hopefully be the first chapter of my fic, Caravan of Freaks!)
(Also gonna tag @enbyintegrity and @cattywh0mpus cause they’re awesome)
Tried drawing some mod frog OCs from our discord server in Rad’s style.
Niko and Bo are mine!
Banana (Joseph): @gaynchor
Mori: @cattywh0mpus
Cerise: @beautifulpinkbanana
Damian: @collydanny02
Julian: @creator-fandomqueen
Bunny: https://www.instagram.com/thejigglybee/
This is the most personal thing I have ever fucking posted anywhere and I hope this gets buried quick but also iduno maybe other people will relate and it’ll help them maybe or make them worse i am going to regret this the second I hit post
Ps- nobody freak out I am like, safe and not in danger lmao just fyi
TW: so many. Uh angst, mention of self harm, implied suicide/death, lots of very bad profanity, depression, anxiety, bad poetry, abuse of rhyming scheme, rhyming best with best, way too long, dude don’t read this
I have things to do, a whole list of things I wanna do inside my head
and none of them are this stupid poem, and it fills me with such dread
Because it’s well into the evening and I’ve yet to leave my bed
And I know that I’ll still be fucking tweaking this at 3am instead
Of fucking sleeping or drinking water or taking any of my meds
And I’ll keep doing it for 15 years until I’m fucking dead because
My brain is a bastard. My brain is a creep.
It haunts me in the daytime, but sometimes it doesn’t when I sleep
And I would sleep maybe forever if it wasn’t for this fucking spark
That forces me to think of pretty things and lanterns in the dark
And things I could be fucking making, frogs and gardens and dumb art
Please God, it’s not what I begged for, I didn’t want to build this ark
But I know without it, I would fucking drown in piss and fall apart
My brain is an asshole. My brain is a cunt.
But please don’t let the language scare you, i’m just putting up a front
Because I’m a lot more sad than angry and a lot more “used to it” than sad
And my only outlet is the things I make although they’re fucking bad
And I try to offer it some better things, with better outcomes to be had
it slaps them out of my fucking shaking hands, it’s obsessions ironclad
I just wanted to be healthy, helpful, and do things with my fucking dad but
My brain is a monster. My brain is a freak.
It’s supposed to be a tool I use, but instead it’s using me
Piloting me like a god damn gundam made out of bones and fucking meat
And I’m powerless to stop it, though I kick and bite and scream
Or I used to, I fucking swear I did, but now I mostly lay around and dream
Of a day when I can do the things I like without injesting fucking speed
My brain is a liar, but fucking so am I.
I craft such stupid fucking stories for me to crawl under and hide
(somehow more believable than the truths I tell, how and fucking why?)
I’m so embarrassed by it’s actions, I need to believe they aren’t mine
It’s my brain, that son of a bitch, making me out to be a bad, bad guy
Making my chest and heart and lungs get tied up in it’s vicious lies
Forcing my mouth to spout such bullshit and waterboard my fucking eyes
Sometimes I honestly believe it’s honest, and not a coward in disguise
It’s last name is Puzzle, it’s all a game to it, shame and panic is the prize
My brain is a shit. My brain is a turd.
It convinces me I’m dumb and mute whenever I’m desperate to be heard
Sometimes I feel like a prisoner, a fat cow separated from the herd
I’d do anything (that i’m able) to be the cage around the bird
I need to fucking rebel, so I promise I won’t write another fucking word
...BUT MY BRAIN’S A FUCKING SHITEATING COCKSUCKING PRICK
because my brain’s a fucking cannibal and it makes me fucking sick
I want to tear it out by it’s ugly fucking stem and smash it with a brick
No more executive dysfunction, no more confusion, no more fucking tricks
Just the thought of being fucking rid of it gets me so fucking slick
But my mommy would be sad, so you win this round, you fucking dick
But one day you’ll be a goner, a rotting, ruined mass
So one day when no one’s looking, you had better watch your wrinkled ass
And less and less people are watching, so you better think fucking fast
Before I put your hippocampus in a headlock, and your neocortex in a cast
There’s one thing I’m fucking certain of, your reign won’t fucking last
Because thank god nothing is permanent, even this will come to pass
And then we’ll be like all the other graveyard corpses, fucking normative at last
...Okay, listen brain I’m sorry. Maybe that was too intense?
But you’re making me so fucking stupid, you make me make no fucking sense
I’ve tried so hard to fucking work with you, to compromise, hence
The doctors appointments and the pills and everything at great expense
But you make me miss all my appointments and forget to take my meds
And what’s the point of the watch that reminds me if you are too fucking dense
To remember to put it on in the mornings, you make everything so tense
Just like you strain my boyfriend’s wallet with every wasted fucking cent
And sometimes it feels like none of it has even made a fucking dent
Because my wisdom tooth is still rotting and my funny bone is spent
My brain is the worst fucking tenant, and it doesn’t even pay the rent
My brain is a failure, but my brain tries it’s best.
To distract me from the everything, to give me fucking rest
But all it really does is hinder me, I’m never at my best.
It thinks it’s doing something good for me, but i’m not fucking impressed
The days go by so fucking quickly and I’m just as quick to fucking forget
Every memory like busted christmas lights, a tangled useless mess
Something that once brought such happiness but now it’s just a pest
I need an exterminator in my synapses, because they’re a fucking rat’s nest
I haven’t seen my friends in so so long, It puts our friendship to the test
But I never wanted to fucking test them, I just want this shit to end
I need a coping mechanism on which I can actually depend
I’ve lost my appetite for grief eating, my emotional support animals were hens
But bandits slaughtered them for funsies, so now it’s just an empty pen
And I was never one for self harm, though I tried it way back when
But now every time I see the burn, I have to think of it again?
Which seems counter fucking productive.. hey, do you think you maybe can
Stop me from doing all this fucking rambling? Though it’s been tried by better men...
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, but I can’t speak for it
I’m not sure if it is sorry, cuz it’s such a fucking tit
But I am trying to be better, and I won’t hate you if you split
Because I wish I could bail everyday, and I don’t wanna be a hypocrite
I’ll still love you, i’ll still love you, (if i remember you that is)
And I’ll keep wishing every day that I can find the strength to fucking quit.
Every day, every minute, holy shit.
I’ll make this short. Today a racist idiot burned our car completely. It can only be sold for scrap because the motor, brain and sensors are fried.
We’re a family of black latine immigrants. we did not get any stimulus checks. I was forced to drop out cause I can’t pay for college so I’m using my shop to sustain my family, and without a car this is just so, so much more difficult.
I beg of you. If you’ve ever used these:
Please. please consider boosting and/or donating. I’m in complete shambles over this.
Being-A-Creative-On-Tumblr-Culture is going through all of the 24 reblogs on your post with 357 notes just to get just enough serotonin to get through your day by reading what the five god sent people who left tags wrote
Nnngh auughh I don’t know why but I am feeling kinda hardcore overwhelmed by the internet today?? Like I keep thinking about it and my chest feels like it’s constricting and doing that uhhh... sinking anxiety feeling and I have to desperately distract and my BRAIN is going a million miles per hour today??
Rn I am caught smack dab between
wanting to spend every waking second online with my precious precious online friends
And
wanting to throw my devices into a ravine and abandon this life and start anew
dededos
kianamaiart
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