babe, there’s something wretched about this, something so precious about this, where to begin?
babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this, oh what a sin
Phenomenon I feel happens a lot
most of the notes were just like “this is why we should communicate better and just say it” but i feel like this person elaborates a bit on the deeper root of this problem
If there is a story you wanna tell, but you don’t think you will ever have the time or resources to organize and tell it “"properly”“ as like…a novel or a comic or whatever, it can absolutely just be…a bunch of brain storm-y blog posts and sketches that you share and compile over time on your blog. That is still a story. It is still a format. In theory, it might not be the "best, most effective” format…but in practise, the best, most effective format is the one that is accessible enough to let you get your ideas and narratives out at all♡
And, yanno–it is just nice to be able to give folks some context for your characters n stuff :3c
The name of this creature is YOTAcat or POTOOcat.
This creature is a combination of Yotaka (potoo) and cat.
His true identity is one of an alien reconnaissance unit that plans to invade the earth.
His body can change its shape at will by copying other creatures and objects.
When he came to Earth, he first tried to copy the appearance of the planet’s main life form.
However, the first thing he saw there was a cat. He decided that the creature was the main life form and tried to copy the cat’s form.
However, by some accident, he also copied the information of Potoo, and his body became a chimera of cat and Potoo.
What was even more unexpected for these aliens was that once they copied the earth creatures, the original spirit invaded their psyche.
His spirit was about to be taken over by cats and POTOO!
The human who found the strange creature brought it home out of curiosity. Not knowing it was a vicious alien…….
Actually your society is the freaks for shooting everything that moves and burning half your “nature reserves” every year so that upperclass dandies can eat leaded pheasant. North Americans are the well adjusted ones here, your country has become a desolate suburban lawn in island form
ID: “it’s so fucking hot outside all my genderfluid friends are about to turn into gender vapor”