Look Who Drew This Mad Ho Scientist Instead Of Reviewing For Exam Tomorrow

No thoughts, just hangry

princess celestia human ☀️ my FAVORITE princess ofc

This was funnier in my head 😔

MY CHILDREN!! 😭😭😭😭😭

DUDE!!!! WE’RE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER!!!

I have this head cannon when Leshy is first indoctrinated he has trouble differentiating sounds and will constantly ask "what was that?" or "what made that sound." and sometimes asks for the lamb or someone else to repeat the sound so he can remember for later. after X amount of time where Narinder is used to the idea that his younger brother is there to say he constantly messes with him. Example:

*someone digging with a shovel and hits a rock or something making a clanking noise.*

Leshy: "What was that?"

Lamb; "oh just a shovel. don't worry."

Leshy; "I didn't get a good hear of it. Do it again.'

Narinder: "say less bro." *whacks him upside the head with a shovel*

(possible fic idea but idk lol)

Spending time together in an abandoned library at the Blueberry Yogurt Academy 💙💛

More Art of em

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RAAAAHHHHH😭😭😭😭 STAPH, GET THIS BOY A SPA DAY AND THERAPY

'THE UNPAYABLE DEBT THAT I OWE YOU'

(part 4/5)

Okay I hope the more lighthearted asks earlier offset this comic, I had to rewrite the sticky note scene and almost cut it because the original was like. TOO angsty so I hope this version still conveys the point without being overly dark

ANYWAY. The older sibling instinct to reach your breaking point in front of the rest of the family, but ignore it until you're alone and physically can't take it anymore <3 I LOVE OLDER SIBLING ANGST!!!!! It's vindicating getting to write for someone who feels indebted to everyone else because "it's what older siblings do", and feels selfish for wanting a break. I don't think shamura like parentified kallamar in any way but I feel like since they're the second oldest, everyone immediately expected them to be a perfect leader after shamura's incapacitation. I'll touch up more on that in the next part

There's only one more part, and you know what that means! DAY OFF! KALLAMAR'S WELL EARNED DAY OFF! RIGHT? RIGHT???

Okay, can we talk for a min about the fact that gingerbrave technically knows explicitly WHAT happens to cookies baked in the oven by the witches? Like his whole introduction in the game cookie run: ovenbreak is that he woke up one day, surrounded by non-animated cookie versions of himself, understood that the witches were planning to eat him, and RAN to save his life. And if we’re going off the idea that Gingerbrave happened upon the land of Crispia during his venture to run away from the witches, then are they just — keeping the information about the witches on the down low from them? Because they know for certain that cookies from Crispia downright revere the witches as like, their Gods, right?

Do you think when Gingerbrave found out that what White Lily Cookie saw “that night” were the witches eating non-sentient cookies, that he felt sympathetic to her PTSD? That, yeah, he was there too — it happened to him upon his birth, and he’s been running from it ever since? But why did he never say anything? Do you think he felt compelled to keep it hush-hush because the cookies of Crispia would think of it as heresy? Or do you think it’s because it’s more merciful to keep his silence — that cookies were born to be eaten?

Like can u imagine that the God you revere and pray to, that you send well-wishes to and celebrate, actually made you to sate their hunger? That your flesh is not made your own, that you were never meant to actually be alive? You were not meant to BE? You were just made to be consumed?

Maybe this is my religious trauma speaking to me and my ever-rampant need to project on my fave characters, but God, that is so fucked up. And White Lily can’t even know about — she feels all alone about what she had to witness, about what happened, like she would be labelled insane for even mentioning what she saw — but there are literal COOKIES in her presence, YOUNGER than her, that have witnessed, lived, and RAN from said witches all their lives.

Which one do you think is more fucked up; that one can’t share the horrors she witnessed because everyone else would label her a heretic, or that one can’t confide in the fact that all their life, it has been the ONLY thing they have ever known — and has been the only thing that has kept them alive?