Damn It I’m The Idealised Version Of My Tomorrow Self

Designed this character to represent my moms restaurant last Halloween (never got around to colouring the page

(She holds a brunch restaurant so it makes sense for my character to be a pancake witch ok?😭)

Hello, how are you? Sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask if you do request Art? i like your style

Suuure but depends on what you request brosef

Aks and I’ll tell you if its alright 👌

Tumblr makes sense to me bc if i see something i like i get excited and hit the button to show other people and theres no weird unspoken social conventions my autistic brain doesnt understand. I can literally sit here and reblog 150 niche shitposts about harvest mice in an hour just bc they make me happy and i dont have to explain myself to anyone and i'll actually *gain* followers instead of just being called weird and downvoted or whatever its so cool

Those nerdy ass overalls 😭😭😭😭😭

I got back into Little Witch Academia again so have an Akko (BTW I HAD FORGOTTEN HOW MUCH OF A BANGERRR IT IS WAHOOO)

I’m supposed to be working rn but i kinda had an art block so might as well take a little time for fun right?😭

Dont pay attention to the random fursona underneath lmao, like i said, i’m in artblock and you’ve gotta follow your instincts in these kinda times fr fr no cap

AHHHHH YES, AGREED

MAKING CASEY’S AURA-THINGAMAJIG WAS BE MASTER LEONARDO’S GHOST WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA FAKAGKAH

hehehehe listen i am such a sucker for "Master Leonardo raised Casey and sees him as a son" trope it makes me sick you Cannot Separate Them

Not me reading this as “happy Christmas”

nightmare

I'm confused because I remember that the hero that had to fight the minotaur (Theseus) took a ball of string with him as a way to avoid getting lost in the Labyrinth (which doesn't make sense according to this definition). After a lil bit of research, the only explanation that I've found is that the minotaur's Labyrinth was CALLED Labyrinth (Lydian "labrys" meaning double-edged axe, and "inthos" meaning place ) but is actually a maze...

I've also found this off a website: "The word maze does not have much of a history. There was no distinction between the usage of the word maze and labyrinth. It was a place where you could wander in confusion or get lost." Which helps to confirm my theory

guy who is fun-ruiningly pedantic about the differences between a labyrinth and a maze

I FREAKING KNEW IT, RIGHT WHEN YOU SAID THAT YOU PICKED UP THE CASSETTE I KNEW IT WAS A RICK ROLL RAHHHHH

A group of far-future linguists and archeologists suddenly *poof* into existence in front of me. One is holding a tablet. "What is the difference between 'red sauce' and 'tomato sauce?'" they ask me. "The distinction is not clear in extant texts from this time and place."

"Uh, they're the same thing," I tell them. "Who are you?"

"Yes!" the being with the tablet exclaims.

One of the other researchers groans. "No! My thesis...months of writing wasted..." One of the others comforts them.

"Now, what is this object for?" The first researcher holds up a discolored, dinged-up plastic object. It's clearly been buried in the ground for quite some time, but the two holes and the scuffed plastic window are distinctive.

"That's a cassette tape. You record music with it."

"Interesting, interesting." The being enters something on the tablet.

"How are you speaking English?"

"Sophisticated translation technology," one of the researchers confides. "We are students of your society. From the future."

"What does this pictogram represent?" The researcher with the tablet turns it around so that the screen faces me.

It's the eggplant emoji.

"Sex," I say. "Why do you need to ask me this if you can time travel or whatever? Can't you just go wherever you want to go and look around and see how these things are being used?"

The beings shift guiltily and look at each other. "Technically, travel to times and places prior the advent of time travel is strictly prohibited. Paradoxes, you know."

"Oh."

"We must get back before our advisor returns to the lab. Just don't tell anyone you saw us, alright? The space-time continuity depends on it. Can you do that?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

One of them pats me on the head. "And don't go to Mars."

"Okay. Wait, why? Is it dangerous?"

"No. Just not worth it."

The group disappears in a shimmering light.

The cassette clatters to the sidewalk behind them.

Out of befuddlement, mainly, I pick it up. It's clearly old, discolored and scuffed, but it still has tape in it.

I carry the tape around in my pocket for a while. The curiosity builds. I want to know what's on that tape. I don't have a cassette player anymore, so I go to Goodwill and pick up the first one I can find, praying that it still works. I plug it in. It turns on.

I slide the tape inside. It's dirty, but it still seems to be in decent shape. I snap the player closed and hit play. The wheels begin to turn. I hold my breath.

A familiar tune starts up. A wobbly voice comes out of the machine.

We're no strangers to love