the way fandom is now this ship has people shipping it but i still feel like im the only one shipping it lol you still get that rarepair rattling the cage insane feeling bc fandoms just not what it used to be

rough comic i will consider drawing when it is reasonable to

its rly not worth the wait im just constantly blocked by illness and poor attention span

feel like i will finished the iogw site then not tell anyone because im embarrassed and ashamed lol

5 months to live *takes a nap*

she wants commitment but you're not allowed to say it out loud because then she starts panicking

i can freehand shoes now theyre probably not accurate but its cool that it comes more naturally to me

happy 420 & lesbian week from jen your favorite stoner lesbian (those butches will starve)

subtle ship insertion fail

just realized i got the color of the knife wrong it's supposed to be shauna's noooo

considered doing a barbie doll version but think it would weird out yj fans regardless so why bother

She lies down on her pillow, grimacing as the shiver begins to chatter her teeth again. Talita: Ugh… I’m not snapping because I’m angry, I… Bip: I know you aren't angry. You sound miserable. This mic doesn’t pick up infrasound but I can hear it vibrating the desk. Talita: I wish I’d just cry instead. Bip: Frankly, I think eye lube leakage is a far weirder stress response. Talita's jaw pries itself open again, and her voice becomes shaky. Talita: Whatever… It doesn't matter which I do, I'm still a pathetic freak…  Her teeth snap together again with a loud CLACK and another infrasonic groan sends a vibration through the dresser. Bip's avatar looks upset, unsure of how to respond to her self-loathing spiral. Bip: Talita, you are… THE most profoundly xenosocialized person I’ve ever met. I think it's a testament to your fortitude that you're as well adjusted as you are.

The comic panel borders fall away, and Talita, jaw still trembling, props her head up against a starry sky. Behind her in the void, the ring of forty servers that contain the physical person she's speaking to floats, connected to the body of the Runaway by thin strings of white, a metallic electric nervous system of wires and circuits. Talita: …Bip, can I ask a weird question? The servers speak to her through her tablet computer, encoded invisible waves of telecommunication transforming a digital process into the vibration of a synthesized voice and rows of pixels into a live-rendered vector puppet animation. Bip: Sure. Talita: Sapient A.I. like you are all descended from one "faulty" quantum computer coded by bug ferrets, split into thousands of unique copies. They say the reason you cooperate so often with organic people is because just like the sophonts who made you, you have an intense need for social connection. She turns, no longer shivering, to the tablet on the dresser of her cluttered bedroom in the dry storage unit. Talita: Is that true? Do you ever find yourself acting like a bug ferret? Bip: Hard to say, I’ve never been a bug ferret. But as far back as my personal memory storage goes... I’ve always hated being alone.

Bip's avatar perches thoughtfully on the edge of her tablet as if it were a physical ledge. Bip: I copied myself into those phones as a self preservation impulse. But before you recovered them… offline, in a broken ship with a crew I couldn't save… I felt like I didn't have anything left to preserve. Talita lies on her bed, looking at the tablet on her dresser. She responds softly. Talita: I'm glad I found you. You're worth preserving. Bip: That's kind of you to say, Talita. She turns her face into her pillow, thinking. Talita: Bip... will you be looking for a new crew after this? Bip: You'd be welcome onboard. Talita: I'll think about it... On the wall above her bed, behind her posters of rockets and planes and space stations, stars seem to twinkle.

This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Talita cries like a centaur and asks Bip a strange question. Chapter 9 over.

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thank you! rly wanted to draw her cool cape

a humble offering

everyones asleep post breastfeeding

im good at that

wip

S4 leak

its too late. the sequence of events where 500 images of you in a diaper are uploaded online is already taking place. its like that scene in donnie darko you are on your predetermined path.

and 243554 unfunny reaction images making light of real life atrocity

spill yr guts... rots new wings ^_^

lottielee is like when you do drugs because your crush does drugs but the drug is religion

Laura Lee would be like: I understand your feelings Lottie, I feel it too, but Jesus doesn't want us to...
And she'd just be like: ok I want to make Jesus happy since it makes you happy :')

want to make evil lottieshauna art but also wholesome lottielee about homosexual suppression because i think thats fun

nothing online works for shit anymore. everybody who knows how to work computer is unemployed. we are stuck with these losers shooting up peptides while they vibecode their claude dongle

there used to be so many people offering free textures online now you have to sign up for everything. think im going to just start creating my own texture collection.

hahaha i know because i am currently here too with a somewhat rarepair 🤕

necessary cross post to give context to my upcoming Lottie art

she's thinking about being killed and eaten btw