Roughhousing!
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Saw that one sa2 edit going around and found a pallet I like for them both! Also included my hcs for Shadow. He’s got a little biolizard in him.
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1) MLEM
2) ew haha!!
This now doubles as my pinned info/about me post! The info under the readmore!
Hi! I'm Minnie, or Nymona, a 23 year old disabled artist whose special interest and artistic muse is Shadow the hedgehog! Here's some general things about this specific blog for ya.
Tags: (some not included, these are the most all encompassing!)
Art tag: #baked art
Information tag: #aboutbaked
Blog soecific Shadow the hedgehog tag: #shadwo
Reblog tag: #bsreblog
Text posts: #hiimbakedandshipping
Request and ask tags: #baked request and #baked ask
Serious/non shipping blog tag: #duckbakery
Head-cannon tag: #bakedhc or #[insert character name here] headcannon
Rules for requests! (Note that there are a couple more situation-based stipulations than this, but these are the most all encompassing)
No nsfw!
Send requests via the ask box! If that's off, requests are closed! If you can ask, requests are open! I also enjoy just talking and sharing ideas/headcannons.
I may deny or ignore your request, and know that it's never personal. I just have a lot of anxiety about some things.
Preferably send requests with Shadow the Hedgehog included. (I do crossovers as well, but I am allowed to deny it!)
Up to 3 characters only, including Shadow's the hedgehog, unless it's a specific three character team (maybe I'll not do shadow on those but also maybe I will)
This blog is for fun. Requests are not commissions, and I am allowed to change things to best suit my comfort as I'd like to keep it fun for me and accessible for as many as possible.
Keep requests simple, that way we both get what we want out of the exchange!
I don't do multiple requests for the same person within the same time period, so I'd prefer if you don't send multiple requests in a row!
That was a lot! Haha. Bonus fact: I have agoraphobia that I'm very much trying to break free from (this is yet another recent attempt after 8 years of varied isolation in and out of an abusive relationship). My communication skills and comprehension can be quite bad due to this, so please just be kind, detailed, and patient.
Thank you! Enjoy!
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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Prompt 314
Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else.
But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver.
But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.
Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too.
So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake.
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i need the people complaining about vagina symbols to be so serious right now. why are you not in Japan protesting a parade where they carry around a dick statue. when is your flight to Saint Petersburg where you will sabotage a museum for showing Rasputin's dick. you most likely passed by like 12 dick drawings while walking home from work yesterday. are these drawings the cause of collapse of the western world too or is it just when feminists celebrate their female bodies they've been degraded for since forever.
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