Vampire girl explaining that vampires don’t necessarily have to kill someone to drink their blood, but she did kind of kill a lot of people back when she was all depressed pre-transition: “when I was an egg I ate four dozen lads”
Here are my Dungeon meshi stickers! I basically thought "hey. lots of people will have cute food themed stickers. And that good and well, but I want that serious stuff too!" So I decided to make a series for the main gang based on sense of self instead!
Thank you to everyone who has been sending such kind messages, I promise I really do read them all, even if I can't reply, but while these messages are wonderful (and really. I mean it. just the nicest and most heartfelt things I've ever seen) the sad fact is they don't change my situation. But you can change it. You can help me.
If you know my situation, if you want to help me, please write to Glitch Productions. They are the only people who can, and I believe, might, be able and willing to save me. SMG4 has ignored me, even through a legal letter. I have no hope that they will do otherwise, but Glitch are a different case and I think they just genuinely don't know I exist. I have sent them a message, to no reply, but more messages means more of a chance they will notice. IF you are on twitter please message that way, I closed my account there years ago, and please be polite: I am not asking for hate, even if I've received it.
Even a short message will help. I need numbers, I need voices. My own voice is being drowned out, but you can speak for me as well.
1. Humans say ‘ow’, even if they haven’t actually been hurt. It’s just a thing they say when they think they might have been hurt, but aren’t sure yet.
2. Humans collect shiny things and decorate their bodies and nests with them. The shinier the better, although each individual has a unique taste for style and colouring
3. Humans are not an aquatic or even amphibious species, but they flock to bodies of water simply to play in it. They can’t even hold their breath all that long; they just love to splash!
4. When night falls and the sky goes dark, humans become drowsy and begin to cocoon themselves in soft, fluffy bedding.
5. Some humans spend time in each other’s nests! Just for fun! It’s not their nest; they’re just visiting each other.
6. Some humans use pigments and dyes to make their bodies flashy and colourful! They even attach shiny dangly bits to their cartalidgous membranes!
7. Humans are very clever, and sometimes adopt creatures from other species into their family units. They don’t seem to notice the obvious differences, and often raise them alongside their own young!
8. If a human sees another creature in distress, they can commonly be observed trying to help! Even at their own risk, most humans are deeply compassionate creatures!
9. If a human hears a particularity catchy sound or tune, it will often mimic it, even to the point of annoying themselves!
10. Sneezes are entirely involuntary, and completely adorable. Especially when the human in question becomes frustrated
11. Humans love treats!!! Some more than others. Many humans will save these treats specifically for a later date when they are in need of comfort or reassurance. IE, pickles, pop tarts, Popsicles, etc
12. They’re learning to travel in space!!! They can’t get very far, but they’re trying!!! So far, they’ve made it to the end of their yard, and have found rocks
35 little G3 ponies, drawn G4 style! I wanted to try drawing small ponies as a test for maybe making some adoptables. Thank you to everyone who suggested a pony for me to draw.
These are not OCs, they are official ponies! However some of these are based on redesigns by @needsmoarg4, and Thistle Whistle is based on @starsketcher‘s design.
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uh, hi, sorry, i should probably explain >>; hi. im a g3 nerd. I also have a thing for spreadsheets, and I spend a lot of my freetime charting out my various special interests. Right now, I'm working on a sheet very close to my heart: G3 ponies drawn in G4 style. I don't share the spreadsheet with anyone. It's really just a "personal hoard of art I like very much and want to look at forever". The sheet is about 90% complete, and I've been compiling for a few months, so I get *very* excited when I get even a single new entry. This post gave me t w o. Morning Monarch, and Penny Candy. (I don't count the art ponies >>; even though, I gotta say, your rendition of Underwater is heavily making me reconsider.) Aside from how goRGeous Underwater looks, I *gotta* fawn over all these other portraits. ; A ; I love all these cute little scenes!! T3T It always makes my heart SO full when artists give such lovely expressionism through g4's simplicity to the chunky and clunky gals of g3. :') Lord, not to mention, Boogie Woogie, Morning Glory, and Cinnamon Breeze are SUPER RARE to find art of at all, and now I have more than FIVE new favorite portraits from this post on my beloved data collection. <3 <3 <3
Oh, btw, you're missing 8 names in your tags ^^;;;
Edit: After posting, i realized its cuz tumblr is a poopiehead and wont let you tag that many things. >:TTTT So even if you tried, it wouldn't work. my apologies. ;-;
Triple Treat, Cinnamon Breeze, Sunny Daze, Morning Monarch, Toola Roola (I/Pre Core 7), Art Pony (Underwater), Keen Bean, and Periwinkle.
... ngl tho, it was kinda fun doing some detective work figuring out everyone from triple treat down. x) Esp Keen Bean. Aside from morning glory waking up her gf, bean learning to read from periwinkle have got to be my *favorite* scenes. TwT <3 God your art is so cute it gives me cuteness aggression.
Im still missing 34 horses. ;w; Lotsa babies, so soft babies, and a chunk of big girls. Even if I still gotta keep searching for years, it's nights like these where I get *really* lucky that just make my day. Thank you for sharing your incredible art and I hope you have an awesome day. ^^
(i stayed up wayy to late writing this 🫠🫠 your big brained post speargunned my eyeball with my very specific hyperfixations and inspiration. i blame you. /pos)
A heretic iterator with a similar philosophy as Rhinestones Beneath Shattered Glass with some stupidly symbolic name (like Labyrinth's Progeny or One Who Followed or Reaches for the Sky or Chases Sunlight), spends the back half of their eternity finding joy in their consciousness, the passage of time, and their relative freedom. Caring little for the politics surrounding Sliver of Straw, neither believing she'd self-terminated nor interested in discovering her methods, they were left mourning her death more emotionally than other iterators. Still craving true freedom to live amongst the world instead of above it and now fearing their own possible sudden mortality, they start slowly working on the technology to condense and compress their own form from a city-sized can, to a portable and far more intractable size. With cycles upon cycles of research, at some point they figure something out. Able to combine the functionality of an overseer, the form of their puppet, and a method of wireless connection akin to the way the overseers can dart throughout the land, they compress as much of their mind into their puppet as they can, leaving the rest on the "cloud" they can connect to via contact with the ground and it's purposed "networking mycelium" the overseers use, they sever their own umbilical, survive the trauma, and crawl out on top of their own can. Feeling the breeze for the first time was euphoric. Losing themselves in the feeling, they forget their relative delicacy in this state, and fall off of their own can. It's a *long* fall to the surface of the planet. Plenty of time to contemplate if this fall would send their consciousness back to their can, now marred for life and lacking a puppet, and if not, what their next cycles would bring.... before crashing suddenly and gracelessly into the swampy wilderness below.
They crash into the hunting grounds of a nomadic pack of scavengers. A goofy, pale-yellow one and a serious, pitch black one obsessed with lanterns strip their garments of any unbroken pearls and bring their body back to their camp as a curiosity since it isn't edible. The pearls (precious programming space in this tiny, limited form) being stripped from their body after the rewire and being strung up off the ground by a simple rope, they're unable to access their cloud knowledge when they revive. Feeling a distant sense of relief for not having woken up to being faceless, they fruitlessly try to communicate with the scavengers before using their still-higher brainpower to undo the simple tie and climb down to a very apprehensive group of scavs. Touching the ground, they regain their sense of self and some but not all of their memories. A yellow slugcat (not the monk or gourmand, a sympathetic and orphaned little creature raised by scavs) takes a liking to them and their etherial, alien features. They don't have much time to get to know each other before a pink lizard is spotted and the group scatters and hides in a panic. The iterator hides too and watches in wonder as a coordinated team with explosives distract it by throwing eachother through the rubble and spearing the fierce predator, wounding it enough to deter it and make it scramble away.
After the threat leaves, the party of scavs, including the slugcat they raised and our iterator, continue their nomadic march onwards towards water and easy food. On the way, they witness lantern mice playing with each other as the scavs hunt them underground, avoid a cycle of rain, see a gorgeous patch of clear sky on a lucky night when they re-emerge, and the slugcat and our iterator get closer as friends. It's really cute.
Before of course, a hungry vulture swoops down and eats the slugcat out of nowhere. No one even had time to react. Nature is just cruel like that sometimes.
Labyrinth's Progeny mourns with the rest of the scavs for as long as their safety allows. It's tragic, but somehow, through their immense empathy, they still find beauty and even artistry in the brutal life of a vulture, likening it to how those lantern-mice must've felt being ambushed and eaten by the scavengers. Life is messy on the surface... but the cycle is more vast than they could've ever imagined in their can.
The dangers aren't over as they continue on. A red lizard threatens the group and the scavs lose another member, the footwork of the lizard being too quick for any scavenger to keep up with them.
Heading underground again, the group stops at a known underground lake, blue larvae and batflies abundant, and stops a while to recover and mourn their loses. That goofy yellow elder scav messes with Labyrinth's Progeny as they gather larvae together in the dark. The iterator doesn't understand how this elder could be so jovial through it all... But he witnesses the special relationship he has with his black, lantern-obsessed family. The lantern elder is panicked, nervous, constantly rubbing his pearls and lanterns, while the goofy elder is perpetually trying to cheer him up. As the group settles with their sudden abundance of food, they watch as their chemistry shifts the mood from somber to playful, and a celebration sprouts from the misery. Labyrinth's Progeny can tell the group is mourning... A lot of them are sad. But the dances they dance honor the mannerisms of those recently passed or taken away...
The iterator realizes they have a lot to learn about the magic of life. They feel glad for the first time in a while that they severed themselves and fell of their can.
The tribe eventually runs out of food, and are forced to move again once this cycle of rains cease. The iterator witnesses an athletic and impressive yeek mating display, reminding them of how much they miss the slugcat's companionship... Their memories of them twisting and distorting with the *itch* at the bottom of their core they've felt most of their life ignoring their prime directive, giving them nightmares of their fall, putting them in the mind of the vulture, and eating their own friend...
It takes a long time to process... The answers don't come so quick nor easy this time. Labyrinth's Progeny simply sits with their thoughts as they witness more of the magic and energy of spring. Squidcada's playing together, fighting for dominance. A scav in the group learning a primitive form of juggling as play. The two elders being... themselves. (The black one's lantern breaks and the yellow one replaces it with a fair amount of chicanery. They make up and the black one gets a new lantern.) It all starts to click the longer the iterator sits with it all. Companionship. They desire nothing more than to share the magic, joys, and tragedies of this crazy life with one of their own kind...
And then, another cloudy day after the rains stop. Another figure falls from the sky in the distance. They couldn't believe it. Another iterator? Had the same idea? It would've been preposterous to suggest if they hadn't seen the figure with their own visual inputs fall from the sky...
.... directly into a deep, unexplored cave. The tribe didn't go down there due to the presence of predators and harsh karst topography making navigation difficult and not worth the risk. Predators always seemed to ignore themselves as they were inedible, so they ventured down into the cave on their own to rescue this fellow, fallen god.
They found her impaled on a stalactite. A horrific sight, but nothing worse than what they'd already seen. This was their chance. She'd wake up faceless in her own can or worse, with severe brain damage, if they didn't repair her. Bringing her body back to the tribe, they spent a cycle working on her injuries, the goofy yellow elder's junk finally coming in handy as raw materials as they stitched her back together piece by piece.
She woke up again with a start and a jolt to a kind, familiar, scarred face watching over her. For a cycle she'd existed with half a brain... She thought it impossible that she'd ever recover... And yet here she was. Intact. Recobbled together into something recognizable... but certainly not who she was before. Labyrinth's Progeny was patient with her. After all, they had all of eternity, theoretically. If took a while, but they watched her go through the same revelations they did. Learning how to love life and all its messy wonders. They decided they loved each other and the scavs threw a *huge* party. Lots of celebratory dancing, explosive throwing, and monkeying around. It was a miracle.
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