The AR Booli
@thearbrat.bsky.social
Just a dorky bear staying up too late making Regression/Diaper art. 🐻🍼 Sometimes I draw to make myself laugh and the world cries | GAY BOI! | Born in the late 1900s | No Minors, Yo!
You are deserving of celebration and I’m happy you were brought into this world to cascade us with your weird, lovable antics.
November 18, 2025 at 4:59 AM
You are deserving of celebration and I’m happy you were brought into this world to cascade us with your weird, lovable antics.
Need I remind you?
You are a compassionate, intelligent person and you need to let that feeling of not doing enough go. When we live through trauma we are often very hard on ourselves as we focus on the needs of others around us and don’t realize that we have grown into an exceptional person.
You are a compassionate, intelligent person and you need to let that feeling of not doing enough go. When we live through trauma we are often very hard on ourselves as we focus on the needs of others around us and don’t realize that we have grown into an exceptional person.
November 18, 2025 at 4:58 AM
Need I remind you?
You are a compassionate, intelligent person and you need to let that feeling of not doing enough go. When we live through trauma we are often very hard on ourselves as we focus on the needs of others around us and don’t realize that we have grown into an exceptional person.
You are a compassionate, intelligent person and you need to let that feeling of not doing enough go. When we live through trauma we are often very hard on ourselves as we focus on the needs of others around us and don’t realize that we have grown into an exceptional person.
Yeeeeee!
Enjoy your adventures!
Enjoy your adventures!
November 18, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Yeeeeee!
Enjoy your adventures!
Enjoy your adventures!
No you’re so good!
November 18, 2025 at 2:11 AM
No you’re so good!
Depression!
Oh..you didn’t mean mental state, did you?
Oh..you didn’t mean mental state, did you?
November 18, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Depression!
Oh..you didn’t mean mental state, did you?
Oh..you didn’t mean mental state, did you?
You can’t claim to be baby and still hold societal bias.
November 18, 2025 at 2:09 AM
You can’t claim to be baby and still hold societal bias.
Behold! My Aura of Protection spell!
[Bends and grunts]
“It..hr-hrmmm…keeps enemies away 100% of the time”
[Bends and grunts]
“It..hr-hrmmm…keeps enemies away 100% of the time”
November 17, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Behold! My Aura of Protection spell!
[Bends and grunts]
“It..hr-hrmmm…keeps enemies away 100% of the time”
[Bends and grunts]
“It..hr-hrmmm…keeps enemies away 100% of the time”
You still visit the place you buried her, little one in tow, and light a fire so that she might warm her bones again on cold, winter nights.
[Not my usual stuff, but I felt like writing something bittersweet. Sorry if it made you sad.]
[Not my usual stuff, but I felt like writing something bittersweet. Sorry if it made you sad.]
November 17, 2025 at 9:33 PM
You still visit the place you buried her, little one in tow, and light a fire so that she might warm her bones again on cold, winter nights.
[Not my usual stuff, but I felt like writing something bittersweet. Sorry if it made you sad.]
[Not my usual stuff, but I felt like writing something bittersweet. Sorry if it made you sad.]
A tiny green hand reached out, grasping your friend; followed by a weak, nasally cry.
She had brought her child to meet you…or perhaps, knowing she wasn’t long for the world, she brought her little one to a somewhere warm. Her safe place.
She had brought her child to meet you…or perhaps, knowing she wasn’t long for the world, she brought her little one to a somewhere warm. Her safe place.
November 17, 2025 at 9:33 PM
A tiny green hand reached out, grasping your friend; followed by a weak, nasally cry.
She had brought her child to meet you…or perhaps, knowing she wasn’t long for the world, she brought her little one to a somewhere warm. Her safe place.
She had brought her child to meet you…or perhaps, knowing she wasn’t long for the world, she brought her little one to a somewhere warm. Her safe place.
Quiet and still.
Your smile faded as you approached. You reached out your hand and placed it on her shoulder. She didn’t shrug off your touch like she usually did. She wasn’t there. You nearly turned until you saw she was holding a bundle in her arms. It moved.
Your smile faded as you approached. You reached out your hand and placed it on her shoulder. She didn’t shrug off your touch like she usually did. She wasn’t there. You nearly turned until you saw she was holding a bundle in her arms. It moved.
November 17, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Quiet and still.
Your smile faded as you approached. You reached out your hand and placed it on her shoulder. She didn’t shrug off your touch like she usually did. She wasn’t there. You nearly turned until you saw she was holding a bundle in her arms. It moved.
Your smile faded as you approached. You reached out your hand and placed it on her shoulder. She didn’t shrug off your touch like she usually did. She wasn’t there. You nearly turned until you saw she was holding a bundle in her arms. It moved.
It was dogs barking that woke you. You quickly got out of bed and wrapped yourself in a robe. Rushing out, you were surprised to see they were barking at the goblin sitting by the fire place. You smiled and told her how worried you had been. Still she was quiet.
November 17, 2025 at 9:32 PM
It was dogs barking that woke you. You quickly got out of bed and wrapped yourself in a robe. Rushing out, you were surprised to see they were barking at the goblin sitting by the fire place. You smiled and told her how worried you had been. Still she was quiet.
One winter you didn’t see her. Even when the nights grew long and wind howled. You wondered where she might be each night when you laid in bed.
November 17, 2025 at 9:32 PM
One winter you didn’t see her. Even when the nights grew long and wind howled. You wondered where she might be each night when you laid in bed.
She became a reoccurring visitor for years. A silent companion. You told stories and made up ones about what her life might be like. You even painted her portrait over a strangely long winter storm. Still she left.
November 17, 2025 at 9:32 PM
She became a reoccurring visitor for years. A silent companion. You told stories and made up ones about what her life might be like. You even painted her portrait over a strangely long winter storm. Still she left.
Until the next winter. During a snow storm, you had made some tea and when you came back to the living area, there she was. Snow still on her shoulders, warming up by the fire. You offered the shivering thing something warm but just like last winter, she said nothing.
November 17, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Until the next winter. During a snow storm, you had made some tea and when you came back to the living area, there she was. Snow still on her shoulders, warming up by the fire. You offered the shivering thing something warm but just like last winter, she said nothing.
She left once she warmed up.
The goblin came back a few times that winter. Same thing every time. She arrived. Plopped down by your fire, warmed up and then left. When the winter passed she didn’t come back. You smiled thinking about her and she became a fond memory.
The goblin came back a few times that winter. Same thing every time. She arrived. Plopped down by your fire, warmed up and then left. When the winter passed she didn’t come back. You smiled thinking about her and she became a fond memory.
November 17, 2025 at 9:31 PM
She left once she warmed up.
The goblin came back a few times that winter. Same thing every time. She arrived. Plopped down by your fire, warmed up and then left. When the winter passed she didn’t come back. You smiled thinking about her and she became a fond memory.
The goblin came back a few times that winter. Same thing every time. She arrived. Plopped down by your fire, warmed up and then left. When the winter passed she didn’t come back. You smiled thinking about her and she became a fond memory.
You’ll hear them coming, but you’ll never see them.
November 17, 2025 at 8:19 PM
You’ll hear them coming, but you’ll never see them.
You say “We” like you’re a part of that group…
November 16, 2025 at 1:30 PM
You say “We” like you’re a part of that group…
Nah, all lions are babies.
November 16, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Nah, all lions are babies.
That would be onion jam. Add some bacon in it and it’s amazing.
November 15, 2025 at 11:56 PM
That would be onion jam. Add some bacon in it and it’s amazing.
That’s why Aioli is the best basic burger sauce.
November 15, 2025 at 11:34 PM
That’s why Aioli is the best basic burger sauce.
I just giggle when I think about the panic of whoever runs the account when they realized what they did.
November 15, 2025 at 3:35 AM
I just giggle when I think about the panic of whoever runs the account when they realized what they did.
