Even in her last moments she focused on comforting us

Tomorrow, our baby girl, queen of the house, Midnight, is going to be put to sleep. She is perhaps one of the kindest, most gentle souls I've ever known. I know that sounds a bit weird considering I'm talking about a cat, but if you'll allow it, I'd like to tell a little story showcasing her innate kindness.

One summer in high school, I had come down with an insanely bad flu. I was vomiting, shivering, and had a high ass fever, the works. However, the week I had come down with it was literally 2 days before my family and I were supposed to go on a trip to Arizona. Obviously, I couldn't go. So I was essentially a sick af teenager home alone for the first 2 days with my phone constantly by my side in case I needed to call my retired nurse grandma who lived down the street.

Now why I wasn't already staying with her? I'm just as clueless as you are. Either way, I was completely alone with only this cat cuz our dog went with the family too, and the whole time she stayed by my side.

Again, this flu was absolutely horrendous, and the shivers combined with the insane fever put my brain in a bad position, and I started hyperventilating. I had actually never hyperventilated before, so that confusion just made it worse. So I called my mom who was already in a different state and she of course directed me to my grandma (again my brain was NOT working at all) and so I shakily called my grandma who was across town doing some shopping.

So while I waited for her, I had to pee, like, REALLY badly and I'm still hyperventilating, pretty sure I had no pants btw, and I can't walk cuz if you don't know, hyperventilating basically makes it so your whole body feels like when your foot falls asleep and gets all static-y. So when my bladder decides to be the main character, I had no choice but to crawl across the house to the bathroom. Now I'm crawling really slowly and sadly, and through the whole way, this cat o' mine crawled with me. She stayed with me the whole time and gently nudged me forward when multiple times, I just wanted to flop down and never get up again. And she stayed with me on the way back, too. She stayed as long as she could. Now, on her last day here, I'm trying to stay with her too.

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading. I know it's probably a bit weird for an art account to just out of the blue come in and talk about a cat you've never known, but I've known her since I was 7. I'm 20 now. She's been with us for a long time. I just hope this little story allows you to get to know her even just a little bit. I want my baby girl to have a legacy even if it's to just one stranger on the internet. Because Midnight deserves it. Because my queen deserves it. God save this queen and give her a lovely throne in the afterlife.

Tomorrow, our baby girl, queen of the house, Midnight, is going to be put to sleep. She is perhaps one of the kindest, most gentle souls I've ever known. I know that sounds a bit weird considering I'm talking about a cat, but if you'll allow it, I'd like to tell a little story showcasing her innate kindness.

One summer in high school, I had come down with an insanely bad flu. I was vomiting, shivering, and had a high ass fever, the works. However, the week I had come down with it was literally 2 days before my family and I were supposed to go on a trip to Arizona. Obviously, I couldn't go. So I was essentially a sick af teenager home alone for the first 2 days with my phone constantly by my side in case I needed to call my retired nurse grandma who lived down the street.

Now why I wasn't already staying with her? I'm just as clueless as you are. Either way, I was completely alone with only this cat cuz our dog went with the family too, and the whole time she stayed by my side.

Again, this flu was absolutely horrendous, and the shivers combined with the insane fever put my brain in a bad position, and I started hyperventilating. I had actually never hyperventilated before, so that confusion just made it worse. So I called my mom who was already in a different state and she of course directed me to my grandma (again my brain was NOT working at all) and so I shakily called my grandma who was across town doing some shopping.

So while I waited for her, I had to pee, like, REALLY badly and I'm still hyperventilating, pretty sure I had no pants btw, and I can't walk cuz if you don't know, hyperventilating basically makes it so your whole body feels like when your foot falls asleep and gets all static-y. So when my bladder decides to be the main character, I had no choice but to crawl across the house to the bathroom. Now I'm crawling really slowly and sadly, and through the whole way, this cat o' mine crawled with me. She stayed with me the whole time and gently nudged me forward when multiple times, I just wanted to flop down and never get up again. And she stayed with me on the way back, too. She stayed as long as she could. Now, on her last day here, I'm trying to stay with her too.

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading. I know it's probably a bit weird for an art account to just out of the blue come in and talk about a cat you've never known, but I've known her since I was 7. I'm 20 now. She's been with us for a long time. I just hope this little story allows you to get to know her even just a little bit. I want my baby girl to have a legacy even if it's to just one stranger on the internet. Because Midnight deserves it. Because my queen deserves it. God save this queen and give her a lovely throne in the afterlife.

I made horchata cuz I got bored. I have now drunken so much that my mind decided I was this rat. So I posted this on my insta story and now it's here

Moomin on the boat

Moomin on the boat

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Y'all, my man Lucifer just likes himself some duckies.

Anyway, feel free to read through my rant of why I think he likes ducks so much. SPOILERS for S1 Ep8 toward the end.

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So in case you don't know, there's this famous(ish) Christian story called "The Devil and the Duck". I'm gonna try my best to summarize it here.

This boy gets a slingshot as a present and decides to be a little shit and impulsively uses it to shoot his grandma's pet duck. This kills the duck and the boy feels extreme guilt. His stupid bitchass sister reveals that she saw the whole thing and holds the boy's guilt over his head (remember this phrasing for later) and makes him do her chores and stuff for him, using what he did as blackmail and a guilt-trip.

The boy for a while keeps doing his sister's bidding until he cracks under the guilt and exhaustion from all the chores, and in a break down he apologizes to his grandma, admitting what he did to the duck. The grandma then reveals that she saw what happened from a nearby window, and although she was deeply hurt by what the boy did, she still forgave him immediately. She says that she'll always love the boy since he's her grandson and that seeing his immediate regret was enough for her. She was just waiting for him to admit it, apologize, and stop letting his sister manipulate him.

In the story the boy represents humanity/any person, the sister represents the devil, and the grandma represents God/Jesus. The boy commits a horrific sin and feels immense guilt over it and the sister/devil holds the sin over his head and tries to convince him to do her bidding since the sin was so great that there's no way that grandma/God could forgive him. The lesson of the story's pretty obvious from there: don't let the devil guilt you with your sins into giving up and turning against God since God sees all your sins and faults and still loves you and forgives you anyway, so long as you apologize and repent for your sin against him.

I think Lucifer as we see him in Hazbin Hotel is placing himself both as the devil (obviously) but also the boy in the story. He's clearly interpreted more as a sympathetic, guilt-ridden figure. He surrounds himself with memorabilia of his greatest regret: the downfall of man (hence the apples and snakes.) Now keep in mind that I've highlighted the phrasing of "holding over [one's] head", well that's because that's the specific phrasing used in the story. Now look at Lucifer's hat. It has the snake and apple. Lucifer is LITERALLY holding his greatest sin over his own head and has given up on his dreams and happiness in favor of doing the bidding of his own personal devil: his depression. He's let himself whither away in isolation and gave up on trying to be a proper king for the people he granted free will to since in his mind they're all wretched sinners abusing that gift. All he sees is the bad side of humanity.

I think to him the duck symbolizes the dreamer still inside him, that bit of hope left in him, that hope that even though he's the cause of evil in humanity he'll still one day be forgiven and maybe even be let back into heaven. We see heavenly figures like Sera and Emily feeling clear sympathy for him in S1 Ep6. They don't hate him, they just fear earning the same fate. Even going into S1 Ep8 we see him decide to stop letting his depression rule over him and help Charlie redeem sinners. He's working to, in some way, repent for his greatest sin because, thanks to Charlie, he's seeing the good in humanity again.

Do I have any way of knowing if this is even REMOTELY accurate? ...No... but I like the thought of this being the reason behind Lucifer's duck hyperfixation, and I haven't seen anyone talk about this or bring this possibility up. Anyways, thanks for reading my little rant :3

Happy birthday to me 🎂

Anyways have some Apollo art I forgot to post here

(I'm so sorry I keep neglecting y'all)

how we all prolly expected lucifer to be like before the show:

What he actually is:

Oh magoy it's Pomni from the funny haha circus show 😱................ Happy Halloween

🛶 and i'm asking, 'why, lord?'

if this is how i die, lord;

why be left with no family

and no friends?

I am Kinger

Now that I'm free from the moomin doodle curse I was able to draw the gummy detective! Will say though my brain couldn't wrap itself around drawing the fricking coat... either way the good detective is here and has the updated autopsy report as requested, pal!

🎶Franziska von Karma🎶

🎶Shes so pretty🎶

Edgeworth and Kay commission for @/ferretleaf2 on twt! :3

badly drawn comic i know but i haven't drawn them in a while.... i still think about them...

Phoenix: STOP TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD

Miles: I can still hear... that attorney... his voice... *looks into the distance solemnly*

aai edgeworth acting widowed and speaking of phoenix like hes his long-lost husband who died fighting in the war as if he doesn’t live like max fifteen minutes away from him is fucking hysterical