The Intro Post✨

did a redraw of my most noticed fanart lol

I wanted to see how much I improved! So have some more, Cole fanart!! @yaelokre

The new fanart above and the old below!!

I think I have improved :D

Vulcan core

I love that psychic powers are still "allowed" in science fiction. They're an acceptable part of the aesthetic. Like you can't have magic, but you can have brain magic, because it's more Science.

Some GO fanart

I present some lovely Ineffable Husbands fanart drawn by meh :D

{and yes it is quite crusty}

Which traumatized man with family issues and mind powers do you prefer?

doodle dump of Thistle!

Thistle Lore!

So basically here is the backstory of my Yaelorke oc, Thistle!! {also Idk this lore is somewhat loose/might not be fully accurate to the world of Meadowlark} Thistle who’s original name was Jamie, was around 12 years old when their parents left them at a religious boarding school to “correct their behavior” because Thistle didn’t believe in the same things they did. Thistle couldn’t take it anymore and at around age 14 managed to escape the boarding school and flee for the woods. They didn’t want to be connected to their past and the name “Jamie” was one of those connections, so they changed their name to Thistle! They traveled around different towns and villages, trading things to go from their school uniform, to the outfit they have now and to get the stuff they have now. They made their mask by finding sticks and the occasional discarded porcupine quill for that part of their mask. For the main face part they carved out wood to make the shape! They now roam around the woods freely, carving wood to trade with people, and wandering about singing and playing the tambourine (although they dont know much about music)

{I promise more art soon I just wasn’t in the mood to draw rn :D }

Fr 🕷️

This is so Henry coded

Poll Time!

thoughts?

Just saw ST: TFS and wrote this lovely little fic:

Henry had caused her to fall, Henry probably just killed her. He glances down his arm still outstretched just as it was a moment ago. Patty laid at the bottom of the rafters, costume still on. She didn't move as the other cast members crowded around her, that's what scared Henry the most. Patty and him, they were supposed to run away together, to find Patty's mom. Patty was so excited when he told her about this, to think they really had planned that. Now he had ruined it. He still didn't fully process what has just happened as he stared at Brenner. Brenner caused this, no..he caused this. Brenner was after him and, he..killed Patty in the process. He truly was a killer, a monster, just as Brenner had said. Tears sprung in Henry's eyes as he slowly began to crawl to Brenner, that was the only person who didn't hate him now, right? He let a sob out as he abandoned the life he once knew, who knew at least he would be useful know. The only person who didn't hate him after they knew the truth. Henry murdered his family, his sister in cold blood. No one should have been able to forgive that, except Brenner. As Henry got closer and closer to Brenner, his arms aching and knees bleeding, a part of him died. A part of him died when Patty fell from those rafters. This was the best he was going to get now, the closest to salvation, and he was going to take it.  He gave in that night, and stopped fighting, because his reason to fight was gone. 

Henry sits in his cell, fresh electric shock wounds bearing their ugly face on his neck. He curls up in the corner of his cell, that night jumping its way into his head again. Does he regret his decision to go back to Brenner? Yes, but no one else would accept him in such a state, not anymore. Then again barely anyone accepted him when he was a kid, so was it really that different? He probably deserved all of this after everything he did, oh how he did deserve this. A sob claws its way through Henry's throat as he tries to ignore it. He is never going to get out of here, and that's good for everyone else.  And Henry won't get anything good now, not even death, because of that night.