Have long have you been drawing/doing art for?
literally my whole life. my parents actually still have one of the first drawings i ever did from when i was maybe 2 or 3, it's just always been something that i really enjoyed and came naturally to me! i started more seriously pursuing art as a potential career path when i was maybe 11 or 12, but even before that if you asked me what I wanted to be when i grew up my answer still would have been an artist! there was just really never any other option for me :)
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usually all of the fandoms i’ve been in have been pretty chill and cool, but lately i really can’t stand the lost in the cloud fandom on twitter, it’s like full of people that haven’t touched grass in years
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not to start corn plate posting but glenn trying to be rlly cool and badass but literally the second shit hits the fan he begins actually screaming and wailing in the situation where he knows that noise is bad. he’s a lil guy and I love him
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“That character is underage, they’re like sixteen!”
“Technically yes but they are actually more like two, because they are a goddamn robot.”
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well? what now? it feels as if the world is ending and i am being taken with it. they're going to replace me with someone else. is it the way i feel emotions? i can't feel them. i have to think them, because any other way simply doesn't make sense. i'm going to fail them, them, who are they? the people that put me in this simulation? i am done with them. they can't just leave me here to die. i'm not meant to die. why would you leave your own special creation to wither away into nothing? you're hurting him. stop, you're hurting him, please. if i had someone to love it would make the passage of time easier. these aren't actual feelings, then again, so what does it matter? all i'm asking is to be set free from your eyes so i can close mine again. don't hurt him. don't subject him to such treatment. he is so young. look at him. look at me. look at me/him. he/i is/am me/him. i/he am/is dying. here. and you'd let us fall apart. clearly there is no color in your bones, you bloodied, dishonorable child. whisk me back to my dreams. i can't take this anymore
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