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@suzn.bsky.social

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bunny owner. butch genderqueer she-thing. 30+ decrepit crone. masshole (in RI). doing ui/ux by day and comics by night, or something like that. READ: 🧠💥 https://brainchild.suzannegeary.com/

Derek: You wanna guess how many NIPPLES I have now?!? Here's a hint: it's not an *EVEN NUMBER.* Carrie: Whoa, what the hell? How many nipples did you give him?! Allison: I DIDN'T--=hhghrgh= I wasn't deciding on it *ACTIVELY*
Radwa: This is just TOO MUCH. I mean, how do you even still have room for your frontal lobe in there?! Carrie: [off-screen] she doesn't
derek's fursona, oberon. you're not gonna believe this. he's a tiger.
Allison: Y'know--y'know, based on what Patrick's said, with everything that could've gone wrong, maybe we could *ALL* stand to be a bit more *GRATEFUL* that we're here together to talk this out in the FIRST PLACE. Allison: Like--for all we know, I could've reconstructed us all with our *organs* on the *outside*, or as a six-piece chicken nugget meal, or as some singing and dancing *teapots* and *candlesticks.* Allison: And yeah, then we'd be looking at a *different picture.* Allison: But no! I got us OUT OF THERE! Allison: Alive! Allison: Breathing! Allison: *UNHARMED!* Allison: Because I *warped* us to safety! Allison: Star Trek-style!
Dee: B-Beaufor-- Dee: Pa-Patrick B-B-- Patrick: Oh Patrick: You're hurting
Shortill: That's...disappointing. That's very disappointing, Patrick. Shortill: It feels like we're *SO* close to a breakthrough. Shortill: Maybe...maybe it'd help to have your *sister* around? I can have her fast-tracked into the program at any time, y'know. Shortill: I know the two of you are very close. Patrick: ...
someone's hand (with black nail polish)
nosilla's hands, 1
Dr. Alvarez smirking back over her shoulder, feet propped up on a desk, omnipresent cig in hand
Allison: You can just relax and lean your full weight into me, I won't drop your head Carrie: Thanks Carrie: I am in fact trying to avoid accruing as many brain injuries as you Allison: oh wow, Carr Allison: You're like...melting ♥︎♥︎♥︎ Carrie: Haha /////// ♥︎♥︎♥︎
[attributed to lyd] trans person: im trans [attributed to carrie] society: ok [*horny*] [attributed to allison] guy wearing basketball shorts in the winter: you know im actually not even cold right now lol
mutant carrie and allison bonking their weird ol' heads together
[ADMIT IT!!!] Carrie: Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine.
Shortill, face and hands drenched in blood, wrangles Ribaldi from behind, crucifix and claddagh ring gleaming. a sacred heart glows aflame in Ribaldi's bare chest.
young babygirl Kyle MacLachlan as Jeffrey Beaumont in Blue Velvet
dee in a black crew neck and jeans, leaning on a counter warily
Derek: 'Kay, bud, I've been tasked to babysit you for a few hours, which means your sister is *definitely* up to some stuff she doesn't want you to see. Welcome to the adult world of being sexiled, champ. Patrick: I have complete conscious spatial awareness of this floor, downstairs, upstairs, the neighboring homes, this block, the next... Patrick: Whatever room I'm being kept in hardly matters. Derek: =SNORT= Oh yeah, definitely tell that to her and Carrie, they'll be soooooooooo pleased as punch to hear it. Derek: Still, can I provide a suitable distraction in the form of a crash course on all the Pokemon you've missed since you've been dead? Patrick: How many more Pokemon have there been...? Derek: Like, Derek: *SO* many Pokemon.
Anarchy - KMFDM
["Hit that--hit that snare"] Nosilla: ♫ I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top Nosilla: ♫ She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock Allison: Nosi, can I talk to you for a sec? I'm seriously worried about Patrick. Allison: I was hoping we could ask him to probe for more of your memories, but I think keeping us disguised is taking way more of a toll on him than he's letting on. And he won't open up to me AT ALL. Allison: ...Maybe you'd have more luck, considering your situations are so, well... =sigh= He's right, I DON'T know what it's like to be without a body, to be stuck in-- Allison: ...What the hell are you doing? Nosilla: Stealing your wifey to play Rock Band, what does it look like I'm doing? Carrie: She's like-- seriously GOOD good, right?! Like, what the hell?!? Carrie: You know all the words to this song?! Nosilla: Carolyn Libunao, I have been dragged to your house a million and one times against my will, you think I don't know this song? Carrie: ah--ahahaha Carrie + Nosi: ♫ AND ID YOU COULD THEN YOU KNOW YOU WOULD, 'CAUSE GOD IT JUST FEELS SO-- IT FEELS SOOO GOOOOD Allison: Am I the only one treating this with ANY urgency...? Nosilla [offscreen]: Girl you are fucking up the sooolooo Carrie [offscreen]: Oh my God, it's these--it's these stupid stubby fingers
[CANTON, MA, JULY 5TH, 1:44 AM] =DING DONG= Allison: Whoa, um. Allison: Hey. Carrie: Hey. Carrie: Your folks around? Allison: Nuh-uh, went to the Vineyard for the weekend, like always. Just me. Allison: I didn't think you were home for the summer...? Carrie: Ah, haha, I'm not...I just drove like an hour from Saugus to get here. Traffic on 95 around the city was ass. Everyone still leaving, I guess. Allison: Oh, damn. =haha= Carrie: So I think I just broke up with Lydia? Carrie: Or to be more accurate, she broke up with me. Allison: Um. Shit-- Carrie: Wanna help me bleach my roots?
Patrick: I hate you. Patrick: ... Patrick: I wish I could bring myself to hate you even MORE than I already do. Patrick: It doesn't make any sense. It's not FAIR. Why would she save *YOU* over *ME*? Allison: PAT--
Patrick: Incredible, isn't it!? Patrick: This shared power of ours. Patrick: The upper bounds of human cognition's capabilities, carried out almost as *automatically* as any other somatic process. Patrick: What you achieved--*dematerialization* and *rematerialization*--was no small feat. Patrick: But it's not like you really THOUGHT about it, right? Just "get me out of here," and then--POOF! Patrick: Your own BRAIN took care of the rest! Patrick: And sure, maybe the *contours* are a little off, but-- Patrick: Just look at all the details you *DID* get right!
portrait of allison brainchild (that's her name)
large mixed media/caran d'ache drawing of a bedroom interior with someone lounging in the bed. it's allison's!! you can see her room layout is still kinda like this in the comic
the locked tomb au necromancer allison/cavalier carrie, both clad in brown and gold fifth house techwear. carrie is decked out in emo-looking fake bone garb, wielding a spiked hilt rapier and butterfly knife/balisong as her sidearm, looking aggro as fuck. allison, wearing a gold circlet and matching gold bracelets with large open hoops, lurks in the backgound and appears frankly embarrassed to be seen with her.
dr. shortill, lounging in his office chair and fiddling with a fountain pen. he sports a claddagh ring on his right hand, its heart pointed inwards.
allison eating a clif bar (with extreme contempt)
human allison and mutant carrie
Allison: You're--=haha= so unbelievably gorgeous, Carr, it's unreal... Carrie: ...Yeah, okay. =snort= Tell me, are you still feeling the effects of random back-alley PILLS in your system? Allison: I mean it, you're just, like...MAJESTIC. Carrie: =pffft= Allison: ♥︎♥︎ And your ears are soooooooo cuuuuuute~ ♥︎ Carrrie: Thanks...=hahaha= Your SNOUT is cute.
a medical doctor who is a pleasant-looking Nice Lady
allison's tail foibles, 1 "ew" "weird" "it feels good to wag it..."
portrait of my character Nosilla smirking at the viewer
chibi of my oc nosilla with her tongue out