Theodora B. Misfit

Just a misfit artist trying to do things

[misfit26]

A pokemon oc, Corrie. She will fight you.

[misfit26]

Long Hiatus

To all my amazing followers, I will be gone for the next year and a half offline for my mission. So no new posts for a long while, hope to come back with cool stories. :) so for now I bid you all, adieu.

[misfit26]

Character concept art for refurbishing an old mlp oc of mine

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Headshot doodles of some of my different characters

[misfit26]

Drew a doodle based on one of my favorite costumes I put together this last year for Halloween

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More Headshot doodles of my characters, including a sloppy Adelaide and my first d&d character, Gwenneth for the first time in a while

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Me channeling my inner medieval for a costume party. Never have I walked so confidently as I did with a cape flowing behind me

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Concept art for a fire demon character

[misfit26]

Mighty Ducks

So fun fact about me, growing up, I had no idea that The Mighty Ducks was a live action sports movie until i was almost in middle school.

No, instead, i knew the Mighty Ducks as a animated mini series(?) On VHS about a bunch of actual anthropomorphic duck aliens from a planet shaped like a hockey puck where EVERYONE was obsessed with Hockey. Like their culture, architecture, military. Everything was ducks and hockey. And the mighty ducks had to go to earth because their planet was taken over. By dragon people. And they got to annehiem and just were the actual literal mighty ducks, hockey team by day, super ducks by night?? And yeah, that was what i knew as the mighty ducks that whole time, and when i found out there was a movie, i was like, wait really?? Only to be dissapointed when i realized the actual original mighty ducks was just a normal old sports movie.

But that begs the question, WHY THE INSANE CARTOON?? for what purpose?? Am i the only one to have seen this?? I mean, someone in disney at skme point thought, lets take a sports team called The mighty ducks, and make them literal alien ducks.

its changed my perception of the Mighty Ducks forever. And ive got ridiculous quotes from it forever seared into my brain

[theproblackgirl]

😢 ❤️ 👏🏽

[cherrylipsandcandyeyes]

I love how he let him cry, told him, “We cry as men” and didn’t hit him with the whole, “Big boys don’t cry” mess. That was lovely. 

[mrbowtiefly]

Phenomenal. Allowed him to emote, then worked with him to understand the what and the why.

[crybourg]

This gave me chills; this man is a true teacher. Children are definitely intelligent enough to understand the hard truths of life if you are intelligent and patient enough to know how to teach it to them. This is such an amazing example of respect to this kid’s emotions and maturation that you don’t always see adults extending to a young person. 

[deathclaw-musings]

Fucking finally.

[luurankorjaaja]

@warriormale

[warriormale]

Yes, Manliness involves showing emotions.

Emotions mean we are human.

To cry means we are human.

WarriorMale

[raptorific]

I still think it’s hilarious that the reason nobody ever figures out Superman’s secret identity or where he lives or what he does when he’s not saving the planet, is because he already told them all the Kryptonian stuff that can’t be tied to any of his human friends or family. I guarantee you the in-universe wikipedia article on Superman lists his name as Kal-El and the “personal life” section says that he lives full-time at his private fortress of solitude at the north pole. Nobody in the world looks at Clark Kent and thinks “oh my god, maybe he’s superman!” for the same reason nobody ever starts to suspect that their coworker who looks KINDA like Barack Obama is actually secretly Barack Obama – They know who Barack Obama is and know what he does and they know their coworker Greg is Greg and not Barack Obama. They have no reason to assume Barack Obama secretly moonlights as Greg The IT Guy at their workplace even though they’ve never seen Greg and Obama in the same place. At best, “Greg is secretly Obama” would be a running joke at the office, and the same is true at the Daily Planet. “Kal-El of Krypton, who lives in a CRYSTAL PALACE at the NORTH POLE and whose dayjob is SUPERMAN, sometimes puts on a suit and pretends to be a clumsy reporter and lives in a one-bedroom walkup in Metropolis” is a ridiculous concept to anyone who doesn’t already know it’s true

[mousathe14]

[bigpastapete-deactivated2018060]

[From Max Landis’ amazing “American Alien” series about Superman.] SO GOOD

[detective-birdy]

SCREAM 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 TO 👏🏻 THE 👏🏻 BACK 👏🏻 SO EVERYONE 👏🏻 CAN 👏🏻 HEAR

[logisticbumm]

His shit eating grin in the last one sells it

[reformed-roark]

I love the idea of Clark Kent turning up to every office Halloween party in an ill-fitting Superman costume from Target.

[joshscorcher]

Still one of my favorite clips from Superman: The Animated Series.

[fidgetelftree]

This has gotten bigger since I last saw it ant that’s FANTASTIC

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

Henry Cavill literally once stood in Time Square, in a superman t-shirt, under a giant poster of himself and no one recognised him, even though he was actively trying to be recognised.

[advanced-procrastination]

I’ve never seen this post but it just became my favorite post on the internet

[mercy-angel-09]

Wanna know the kicker?

In the first chapter of JLA’s “Divided We Fall Arc” both Clark and Bruce reveal their civilian identities to the rest of the League. This is post “Tower of Babel” where nobody but Clark still trusts Batman, and in order to start building trust again, Clark urges Bruce to unmask himself to the rest of the team because Bruce obviously knows who everyone else is. Bruce agrees on one condition, Clark has to “unmask” himself as well.

When the big reveal goes down, Kyle Rayner says it best re: Clark being Superman: “He doesn’t…wear a mask. I never even…thought he had a…day job…”

That’s right, the canon reason why nobody makes the connection between Superman and Clark Kent is because nobody thinks that Superman HAS a civilian identity.

Also, with a really good actor, Clark Kenting is entirely possible, as Christopher Reeve demonstrates in the 1978 Superman film.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

There was actually a story where a scientist at Lexcorp developed a computer program to analyse all available evidence and work out who Superman is

It figured out he was Clark…and Lex fired the scientist for wasting company resources because he COULDN’T BELIEVE that Superman would ever “Pretend” to be human because it would mean pretending to be “Weak”

90% of Superman’s disguise is everyone else doing the work for him

[ayellowbirds]

the best secret identity of all.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Hiding in plain sight :D

[epicene-street-light-deactivate]

so apparently a wigmaker in 17th century Paris wrote a tragedy that was so bad it actually became a best-seller cause nobles would buy his book just to laugh at it??? and they were all like “this is the best tragedy i’ve ever read!” and writing him ironic compliment letters like…………… at least he sold so much of these he actually became rich

[epicene-street-light-deactivate]

his name was Charles André btw. Source: Anecdotes Dramatiques, by Clément and abbé de Laporte, found on archive.org

[epicene-street-light-deactivate]

another story i found in this book: a carpenter was recruited in a theater company and played Achilles in (yet another) tragedy. He was so proud of that role he asked an artist to paint him as Achilles, but was insufferable and paid less than the artist asked, so the painter plotted revenge. He painted two pictures with different techniques and then told the man to use a sponge soaked in vinegar on the picture “to make the colors more vivid” but when his client did it, Achilles disappeared and was replaced instead by a painting of a very ugly carpenter. so petty i love it

[epicene-street-light-deactivate]

there was also a man who went to see a play and was frantically applausing while yelling “THIS PLAY IS SO BAD IT’S THE WORST I HAVE EVER SEEN” and when ppl asked him why he was doing that he answered that he had been paid to applause but “since he was an honest man, couldn’t hide his impression that the play was awful” this is peak french people we’re still like that 

[count-di-luna]

ok but where can we READ that 17th century equivalent of My Immortal 

[misfit26]

The Spider and the Moth

The world is full of Spiders

Who wear many faces

Each Spider is a different breed

But they are still Spiders

and Spiders love Moths

Spiders aren't like wasps

They hide the sting

Behind their sickly sweet words

And closed lipped smiles

That's how a Spider traps Moths

Spiders don’t rush to strike

They move slowly

Each shared moment is another thread

each gilded web a work of art

That's how a Spider blinds Moths

Spiders trick and twist the mind

Sticky fingers leading

Lone lost moths away and bind their wings

Muffle mouths and blanket ears

That's how a Spider keeps Moths

Spiders need to feed

They are always hungry

Draining every drop of color and hope away

Till only shadowed husks remain

That's how the Spider uses Moths

Spiders aren't the strongest

That's why they lurk and lie

In a world of wolves and bears and lions

The trick is spotting the fangs

Thats how the Spider loses the Moth

Spiders are miserable things

They yearn to be Moths

Instead morph and change the happy Moth

So they'll be wingless too

That's why Spiders want Moths

This Moth is tired of spiders

She has seen too many

There are grander things with braver hearts

brighter blooming fields outside

And the Moth doesn't love Spiders

This Moth is ready to fly again

Unfurling blinding wings

Breaking the bonds and shedding sticky lies

A chrysalis called freedom

The Moth becomes the Butterfly

[sanjanasart]

[changoatx-deactivated20181004]

I’m so fucking hypnotized by this and so in love with it

[autistech-witch]

Watch this if yous an art hoe

[m4ge-deactivated20210331]

i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream

[90stvqueen]

you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and said “i have 5 kids”

[antidarkmattermaker]

I once had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she shrugged and said “I just don’t care”. We still talk about that woman. We never saw her again.

[anais-ninja-bitch]

new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks

[katjohnadams]

Actual conversation I had at register: “Hi, welcome to [Starbucks]! What can I get you, today?”

“How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso?”

“Oh. uh. Well, it’d be I suppose… I only have a button for a Quad. I don’t have special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single… drink.”

“Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now. How many ‘add shots’ is that?”

*deep breath of fear* “It’d be a quad with,” *clears throat* “uh, sixteen additional shots of espresso. But, ma’am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them-”

“Taste means nothing to me.”

At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what must clearly be an eldritch being.

“Oh. Well, okay.” I put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. “We can certainly get that for you! The price will be _____.”

She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar coins. We are a block from Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with golden coins. My life will end soon, I am sure of it.

“Do you still have the ‘Add Energy’ packets?”

My heart began to race at this request. “Yes ma’am.”

“How many can I add?”

Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. “For health reasons, we won’t add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets individually.”

“One then.”

I alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and five golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and pass, but this was … not something to be spoken aloud.

My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol, until she sees the order. She stares at me. “No.”

The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her terrifying being is within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a commanding tone I expect of Admirals in bad movies, “Yes.”

My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutiful, we are true to our task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand new Matrena’s of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring. 

The barista was damn near shaking. This woman’s gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place.

Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn cup.

Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy. And horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that.

When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about “The Company” as if we’d never l, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this stroy, other Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus, 

“Yeah, I had one like that.”

[smartassjen]

Okay, Starbucks lore is my new favorite genre of literature. Please collect all these and more into a book.

[thesadanon-deactivated20240815]

@peach-orange-juice

[betaslovelythings-deactivated20]

…I thought Venti Espresso Cryptid was a fever dream my manager had. Good lord.

[misfit26]

Writing is a trip sometimes. Like the journey of getting ideas and developing those ideas. For example, i am currently beginning to sit down and try to write a novel. And its process has been crazy. The seed of the idea started maybe in 7th grade, with a honestly pretty dumb premise, "werewolf mafia vs vampire mafia" back when i had no idea how mafias even worked? Then ignored it a while. Then it was, oh, maybe a town has a vampire/werewolf underground. Still boring. Kept going, decided to include more diversity in supernatural creatures, expand to alternate planes and began 4 different times with different main characters and plots, still no cigar. Then i throw in elements and characters from a super hero world that i spent a few years rping in (deviants) and a bit of steampunk flare, and now im to a point where its finally clicking. And youve go from a half baked vampire/werewolf mafia idea from 7th grade to now, age 20, and a story about class and prejudice, becoming more than how you were raised, in a supernatural world with a variety of many differnt types of people. And its just crazy to see how far its come

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Cinderella (mothers day watercolor) First time since highschool doing watercolor, and im proud of how it turned out.