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Art by  KlausPillon on Deviantart.

Music:  i dont wanna do this anymore - adventure time edit

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I drew a lot of stars because they are really bright and he’s the light of my life

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@minamomoweek day 5: flowers

it took her a week to come up with that one

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tag yourself. i’m anger

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Cholia: The least amount possible

Cerulean: no.

[Interviewer:] Cerulean-

Cer:  n o. Thank you. Goodbye. 

What would your OC wear to a job interview?

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Cyber Gods, Shinjuku 新宿

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Gifs by @massgalaxy  and promo art by @kirokazepixel for their upcoming game Massive Galaxy! This looks amazing!

Music: BLACKPINK - ‘마지막처럼 (AS IF IT’S YOUR LAST)’ M/V

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imo the big bulky teddy bear stereotype is just so good. like, someone threatens you? the big bulky teddy bear steps in and just looks at them and with a sweet voice says “could you please not do that to my friend?” and the assailant just stutters and nods, apologises and leaves, or goes “u wanna fight, punk?”

and then the teddy bear becomes a _real_ bear

or like, the character might secretly be a light-toed dancer and i just find it really great

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“Oh, shit.”

As Isaac hurtled toward the Earth, it crossed his mind that perhaps he should have put the funny backpack on before jumping out of the plane. Yes, that’s definitely what the instructor had been yelling at him as he leaped. Really, there should have been a sign or something on the door. Even better, the door should most definitely have been closed.

If Isaac was the one to own a skydiving business, he surely would have put a sign on the door with a clear list of instructions. It’s so hard to hear what your instructor is telling you when the air is rushing past at however many kilometers an hour.

A bug to the face rudely interrupted his intelligent thoughts. As he wiped the bug remains from his upper lip and backward-snorted out the rest, Isaac raised his smooth left hand to his face, stroking his chin.

Huh, a pimple. He hadn’t noticed it there before. What about the cute instructor... did she notice it? Not that it mattered! What is a pimple on the otherwise beautiful face of a smooth-talking God like Isaac? Nothing. With his silky blonde hair and mossy green eyes, no girl could ever-

"ISAAC!"

What a strangely clear voice.

"ISAAC, CAN YOU HEAR ME? YOU NEED TO LISTEN!"

... Very strange, the voice was completely unaffected by the air that whooshed past his body and stung every exposed bit. Not to mention, the voice sounded oddly familiar. Something he had heard recently. Extremely recently, in fact. Where had he heard that voice..?

"Isaac, for God’s sake, listen. We need you to spread your body out as widely as you can and turn so that you’re facing the plane. We’re sending someone for you, but-"

Suddenly, the voice stopped. The rushing of air stopped. The face-stinging, too. His feet were firmly on a shiny marble floor. Two hands slid off of his shoulders and light footsteps behind him receded slightly.

He spun on his heels, staring in a sexily inquisitive - though still genuinely confused - way at a cute girl with white hair which was sticking up as though she’d been viciously attacked by a hoard of fans.

Isaac chuckled to himself. Fans don’t attack people, they're inanimate.

“I swear to God,” the girl looked angry for some reason, “I should have chosen to stay in Hell over redeeming myself by looking after a dumbass like you.”

God...? Hell... Redemption? Was she...

Isaac squinted at the strange, cute white-haired girl. He looked her up and down, carefully scrutinizing every last part. When his irresistible gaze returned to her head (or rather, a touch to the left of her head), his eyes widened.

“Oh, shit.”

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Prompt Used: Prompt 1

Wordcount: 453

Submitted: Monday 24th September

And we’re back…

As normal, you have until Friday NZT to submit. Have fun. Original work or Fanfic (or a fanfic of your original work!) You can do as many prompts as you want as many times as you want.

Prompt 1: Write a passage of text where the first and last sentences are the same! (Under 1000 words)

Prompt 2: Take a character and write them dealing with their biggest fears (Under 500 words)

Prompt 3: Write a movie logline for a movie based on your writing (WIP or finished) {What’s a logline? A logline is a sentence or two briefly explaining the basics of the movie plot. Read more here}

Have Fun!

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[scattered pages in the floor of an abandoned cell, written in messy French]

i never really understood how people could stand being so cruel before tonight. as they were pushing my head under the water until i coughed and spluttered no more air bubbles, i noticed their faces. blurred as they were through the rippling and angry water above me, they looked tired and lost.

as i became dizzy and the water began to settle, my thoughts about them were clear. i had questions, and to those questions i had answers.

why were they so cruel? 

because they had been treated cruelly themselves.

why did they hate me?

because i am all the weaknesses they’re struggling to hide.

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i let them hurt me. each time they pulled me up as i shook violently and coughed up the dirty water until my chest hurt, i wondered what had happened exactly to make them so cruel. had they been here before me? had other people stronger than them done these same things? had they done worse?

am i going to be like them too?

i don’t want to hurt anyone. i know what love is, i’ve felt it.

even so... i can see that those memories of those warm feelings are slipping away, being replaced with cold foggy darkness. 

sometimes i feel their frustration, their anger, and it scares me. i don’t want to hurt people. but... maybe that’s just how it works. you pass it on like a virus and then the virus leaves you alone.

or maybe you lose yourself in the pain. sometimes i feel like i might lose myself. i don’t want to, but i might.

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exit life, back out.

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sometimes i really wish i had the patience to draw, but i usually just get frustrated and stop before i get in enough practice

so i’m stuck here thinking up really cute scenes that could look so GOOD drawn, being sad that i don’t draw

like, Ghost and 01 (two gay vampire ocs who escaped an experimental institution) are SO CUTE in my head. little ideas like 01 falling asleep on ghost’s lap and ghost picking him up and taking the limp twinky boy to bed as his head is tilted back and mouth wide open.

or lesbians mercy and jade chillin it up on their shitty couch. jade being asleep and mercy gently caressing her hair with just a tired, happy smile, with that slightly dark blue hue streaking in through the window as dawn just barely creeps up on them.

little things

i want to improve so i can draw the things i picture so vividly in my head

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My DND character sneezed, headbutted a wall and took 2 damage.

Has your character ever headbutted someone or something? >If so, which did they injure more: themselves or their target?