My Failed Version Of Techno 😭

new techno pig photos <33

Introducing Lush Cave Crows! Glowy little cave friends and trusty companions for miners everywhere 💛

ALSO IM SO SORRYYYYYYY!!!!! I literally finished these guys MONTHS ago but kept forgetting to post them to Tumblr so I’m sorry for depriving you of the silly glowy bois,,,, it shan’t happen again

Enjoy the silly Bois <333

And as always! Transcription and closeups are below! 💛💛💛

LUSH CAVE CROWS

A guide by: Philza Minecraft

PHYSICAL NOTES:

cave-dwelling corvids

not blind ——> have more sensitive eyes because of low light levels

spore blossom effect?

bioluminescent feathers??? ——> result of their diet maybe???

“Canary in a coal mine” ——> have strong lungs & are more resistant to toxic underground gases

BEHAVIORAL NOTES:

diet: tropical fish and glow berries!

nest on ground in mossy nests

playful! (Drip leaf water slide….)

Can detect the presence of toxic gases & will swarm travelers to urge them to leave if levels become too high.

OTHER NOTES:

little guys!

glowy feathers

covered in spores from spore blossoms

mossy nests!

soft

punkpool and spiderpunk inspired by this post

They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames

dude out for curiosity I checked the comment section in one of your ai tiktoks and it gave me a headache... it's the stuff of nightmares how do you cope???

i smoke a lot of weed, bask in the fact that i’m a better person, and make money off their comments

Nick sounding and looking terrified when he asks Charlie, “Are you angry at me?” is already painful.

But the way he’s still trying to hold back tears as Charlie leaves … well, it hurts even more thinking that Nick might be worried about Charlie leaving him for good if he doesn’t act the way that Charlie “wants” or expects.

Sort of like …

My brother saw this on my desk and kept asking what it meant

Gender Dysphoria 

Its not like you don't like the way you look, it not that you can't change who you are. It's the fact that you hate yourself, it's the fact that every fucking moment you hate the look of your chest, too flat or big

You hate the look of your hair, to feminine, to masculine. You hate the shape of your body, the way your eyes are tired and the way you are perceived, 

You hate the Dysphoria it gives you to be called a boy or a girl. You cringe every fucking time someone calls you she, or he. You hate yourself, so fucking much and it hurts. It hurts so much to sit and cry in my bathroom floor, my parents asking what's wrong, everyone asking what happens to the little girl or boy that I used to know.

 And then you give them the answer, the answer that you dread, the answer that lingers in the back of your mind, the answer that they force you to hear.

And sometimes it feels good to hear the words that you hate, 

But other times it's just as painful then when you say it in your head.