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Important to note, you can freely change the clothes.

Maid, maid outfit with girly kei isnpired bows and ruffles, and just purple girly kei outfit {I found their dress's and fashion very cute, along with maids, so elegent}

You can draw whataver canon outfit i have, but they aint uniqe (Along with messy). So you can change how much you want, expiremtn with ruffles or keep it similae- just whatever. Its always fun to see other peoples drawings <3

I love creepy smiles!

This girls outfit is a design mess! Cute boots, but nothing else XD {i love a messy fit, just couse it has everything i like}

If i have have to tie in the back, i would just pin it, idk how to even tie my laces Hehehe

Want your OC(s) drawn? 👀

I'll be doing some doodles for fun later today, so I thought that I should give a try drawing your Villagers/Illagers characters!

You can send me one or two... Okay three, and I'll draw them interacting with each other, or have them interact with my OCs too!

These OCs might also be new ones I haven't shown yet, hehe-

If you'd like for them to have a specific pose or expression, let me know! I'll try my best!

Note: I won't do anything explicit.

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Raid captain Idea i got from daydreaming

Any mob picking up a raid captains flag

I got this idea from daydreaming as a nitwit and picking up a raid captain flag in diffrent way [stumbling in a forest, diffrent place, on my front door staircase with a pillager hitting their head the stairs trying to get it]

Oc and implied death

I also thought of one of my ocs from craft an ask, 'Coffin eyes' asexually reproduced child[from autemm fog fic, on the chapters 'docters notes' about witch reproduction and mutation]. Their kid has witness a raid captain coughing up blood, couse poisoned.

Wich I'd doodled an idea on "Educational Patrol"

Unfinished doodle I'm planning to draw some cute little outfit, mb a little cape.

But i have to go to the dentist so I don't promise to finnish this

But chapter one is the pillager crew trying to comfort a child as I try to kill this mosquito [I've slapped that suckered a couple of times and the tennis racket that electrics is giving a rancid smell, while the fly is still alive. It somet8mes looks like a mosquito]

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im so happy my minecraft headcanon has grey villagers co-exist with illagers

One of my ocs i made got sick as a kid and poof, their gray. Their village ended up getting under the regime of a mansion. and to make more money, they had them go work in an illager city for more bucks

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🪩 DISCOHOLIC x DATAGIRL - BLAME IT ON THE DJ 💘 OUT FRIDAY FEB 14, 2025 🎹 PRODUCED BY ‪@discoholicmusic 🎛 MIXED, MASTERED, & SANG BY ‪DATAGIRL 🖼 ART BY KAREY GRAVES

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CHAPTER 2 COMPLWTED

Thank you python

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i just adore things

Im getting memories from my fanfiction with the titles and outline description about cookies, with my nitwit

you can tell wich audio was inspired for my fac shup dynamic

Some Villager x Illager ships!

Pillager x Armorer

Evoker x Priest

Vindicator x Farmer

Pillager patrol leader x Nitwit

Hope you like it! ^-^/

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minecraft villager: hrn…

everybody out loud: hrn..

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"Palestinians fled voluntarily in 1948"

"Palestinians sold their land"

Two myths that fully collapsed in one picture today!

Donate to those who deserve more for their patience and sacrifices.

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jews try and explain how intergenerational trauma works and functions in our families + communities and white gentiles r still like “so you get intergenerational trauma when anything bad has previously happened to any group of people like you??” 

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i feel like the world has failed every single child born in gaza in the last fifteen months. a child born in this time period knows nothing but the sound of bombing and a sense of danger.

a baby does not deserve to have to live in difficult conditions like an active genocide. a baby deserves to be loved and well fed and healthy and safe.

it is heart breaking to think about the difficulties infants in gaza have faced. from a lack of baby formula to extreme temperatures, the conditions created by the occupation have been deadly.

i can't help but think about the parents of these children. how helpless one must feel because they can't find baby formula to feed their infant? how does one take care of their child when there is a lack of everything?

suad is the mother of a six month old baby boy, khaled. khaled suffers from respiratory problems. he needs multiple nebulizer sessions every day. i request you to help suad provide for her baby. any amount helps. her fundraiser has been verified (#279).

please donate here

@suad-khaled

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Putting powdered sugar on the post below

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tryin to work on chapter 2s with another pager summerising outlines and filler chapters to showcase the world and how the wedding gets quickly devised <3

I guess the coven wouldnt sleep inside the coven area, more like a club area just called a coven because their mostly witchs their. like how crows get called a murder in a group hehehe.

mb lined out connected huts, since people can just show up in your bedroom just like in the olden days or something

im do happy and proud

i should sleep

Take a bite out of my sight

Chapter Summary

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Highland breezes by the counting of the afternoon, as a turquoise-dressed figure herded a few baby goats spawning by the edge of the cliff.

Downwards off the rocky blanketed cliff, theirs a bump of forest filled with cherry trees, with a shoveled pathway leading downwards to the more paved mountain on a graveled pathway.

Birch and oak Trees were forest coloured the greenery. with a few axes and a small meadow opening that only shows a building exoskeleton of stone pillars. black blocky ravens flew up to the trees.

Down onto the big gradient cobblestone staircase for many donkeys and villagers to get around. with the scratching of a cat running away from the bottom of the stairs messing with hooves of the donkey to yelp and kneel to the dismay but worry of the two villagers handling the donkey. You'd always need to take a step down touch a graze of grass, or look closer into a pond, with ramps for carrying a ravaged ton without them rolling down. But that wouldn't hurt the ravager that much unless you tell the ravager to feel pain from it.

Scattered laughing and the echo in the timbered trees by those with axes who aren't lumberjacks in flannel having a gay ol' time. Those with axes had different attires.

Another echo of the scuttled laugh follows the rumbling echo of the tree, causing a packager to drop a package.

Onlookers were sitting at the balconied rosewood fences, with the far right being oak with decorated bleachers of vines. watch the poor package delivery villager trip in the middle of the village, with the ominous shading of darkness from the forest sending a shiver to the packager when the high branches were cracking from something bigger.

The bristles of branches break from the omen-striking banner. Those that fell on top of the indicator head were pushed off, or thrown away by intricately cuffed gloves of vexes. Escaping the branching in the clearing, and looking around into the forest before the eye moves up to a well-built wall... Carved out beautifully.

The Villager Unemployed mob, with mountain patterns on their robe and a brown collar to signify unemployment, sits at a single table by their fenced balcony. They were sitting at a single table by the fenced balcony, peeking out to greet a banner. Cracking their glasses, were metal 'armour' for the banners edgs against wind.

"Heugh," The Vindicator looks straight up, at a Villager's sharp eyes at the leaning by the wall, arms crossed. Their collar was based on pink terracotta, and their tool belt signified business ownership with their emerald. And as many smart working business owners who got to the top. They speed-walked up the stairs, grabbing the Pakager collar as other villagers looked on.

The Villagers stay seated, looking across at each other at the dragged packager. Pity, the package might have been important. Servagers go on with their job, with a shiver and frozen body realization too. Well if you were the one serving pie to the client who ordered 'Goats Rasberry Eye' and 'Demonic Goats Eye Pried' if everyone needed to pretend they were demons when fae came around and burnt (Not on purpose like most cheesecake, but they aren't allowed to tell you that).

"Uhm, it, may I get you a glass of ice."

The metal bridge of pushing back their glasses, the clank of the platter of pie, chair shoved back. The Servager boots clacked away with dust or dirt clattered behind them, as the villager's knee bent down next to the fence to reach down like a snake to a messenger crow.

A ravager horn drops, but the Vindicator's eyes widen at the villager pulling up their face. Launching their mouth right underneath their inner eye, like mice, and then there was a snap. The illager's right brain felt like shutting off from all senses.

The Villagers moved themselves back from the fence to the sun over the forest horizon. The trickle of blood fell down their cheek even more as the string of meaty blood dangled in the breeze in between a Villagers teeth.

A clank of glass filled with ice reflected onto the sun, and it reflected onto the goat's horn. The passing Servagor freaked out, stepping back at the unconventional rage.

With fear pressing the Vindicator's throat, like prey. They ended up holding themselves in the air, the fear in their eye visible to all who could see. On the horizon, the small swaying of the trees mimicked the sticky string of blood that hung from their high cheekbones. The fear in their eye, the little trickle of trees mimics the stickier bloodied string.

Cherry blossoms burned on their face, unlike a sunburnt crisp Illager, unlike them they still look like a delighted Illager in warmed tones of fear of the serpent's sun.

Wedding bells ring in their head, as they wobble down on the saddle, back arched up and elevating their head by the bite. arched up and elevated their head by the bite. [In a bar they wonder why the bell was rung.’]

They felt a grasp on the neck of a snake untangling themselves from their chokehold to take a deep breath. Their adrenaline heated up to their cheeks. The salty tears fall with pressure and pain trying so hard to let tears go out that it pains them. They continued to bleed, the red liquid dripping down to their saddle and under their shin to the strapped belt of their formal Indicator attire. dripped down to their saddle and under their shin to the strapped belt of their formal indicator attire.

Everything seems to be tinted by rose gradients, from their face to the horizon gradient. The colder breeze passed them and they couldn't feel the sun's heat on the back of their head. The Illager had held their hand to their cheek, coating their glove. Deadpanned silence with the munching of the forest life hunger, watching the villager take a bite out of the pie.

They felt like a fox that never wanted the crow to drop their own eye. Watching that Villager through the pink fence, waiting for a response, they had watched them take a bite out of an eye. Realizing they subconsciously reached for their chest to clench, wrinkling their clothes. Being able to hear their panting and winds noisy breeze. Their flushed faces moved from tint to tint, in fading shades of doozies from their flushing face flushing out more blood them.

Observing the architectural stonework, the chairs seemed inspired by dessert temple creepers' drawings, the sunset looked like it was tempered by the sunset.

Gulping down some saliva, feeling drier than the blood staining their saddle, they arched themselves back from picking up their goat horn

Their Ravager looked up at their rider, turning around and walking back into the shrubbery of the forest, paying no mind to the banner scraping the fence on the wall. The Illager tightly adjusted themselves back onto their ravager and held the reins. Seeming like an amateur rider.

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Underated mary sue ocs

Changlins from my little pony!

Their isnt a lot, or technically non

i love most of the changling ocs I've seen, im just surprised. and interested in what else they'd look like

but i have on, love em

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I'm so tired of people in left leaning spaces just not giving a shit about personality disorders.

Yeah this is about terms like narcissistic and sociopath/psychopath.

Literally saw someone try to say why using narcissistic in that way wasn't right cause of the stigma it cause folks with NPD and got hit with the "but it's true."

I always think leftists might understand better since, you know, nuance and actual conversations about shit, but nah. I'm just so numb to it at this point. Even if you say "hey this is stigmatizing to people with personality disorders" no one gives a shit.

Even in left leaning spaces it's bad. This could easily go for other disabilities/neurodivergencies too especially with ones that aren't as understood or common knowledge.

I'm just kinda tired of it. So I come here for some actual good narcissism positivity cause I'm tired of dramatically playing the evil scary narcissist when all I do is hug plushies, cry over my bed not being perfect, and get fatigued easily and demand attention from my close loved ones.

I mean, there's tons of problems in left leaning spaces (lots of issues because people think thay because they're left leaning suddenly they're immune to internalized shit and any other problematic behaviour), but this is one that grinds my gears. Not even the left spaces, which are supposed to be more accepting of ND folks, listen to people with PDs. Yo, I'm tired of my disorder being fucking used as an insult. Egotistical, self centered, arrogant, full of themselves. There are so many other words you can use, but you use the one directly associated with a personality disorder and one highly stigmatized as evil, heartless, cold, unempathetic, selfish, and abusive. Like could you not even try to listen?

This is mostly about NPD, but I hear the word psychopath thrown around a lot as well. And I'm just sitting there like "Yeah, I technically know 'psychopaths' since I know peeps with ASPD, but sure. Let's use it as an insult for an extremely bigoted person or an actual sex offender."

I'm just tired of it. Tumblr is like the one space where I don't feel crazy for it. Honestly.

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guys. please

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I'm happy writing my iart

I ahve so much homeowkr

Awsome January

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No i got stressed out before i slept again! And I have a project I didn't finish that I still need to finish, and procrastinated to this day... why re their topics I scrolled past that make me so uncomftrble that it hurts me

I need to make myself sad for fictional reason

ok how can i also make myself stupid happy too, im bored, having myself cry is to basic. UGH were is their always an ick in my mind, I dont want that inside, I dont want to think, I dont wanna

ughhh

look on the bright side i hooked my friend to my 'take a bite out of my sight fanfiction and completed chapter 2 hallway. Finnished a 3/6 of my asks doodles before making a celabraty votings.

Ughhhhhhhh its nice

i need to pretend to be an animal or something to get my brain slumberin

im doing fine just bored and annoyed at thinking about topics

wish me goodnight thatd make me happy- oh shit my schedule, can I finnish the project in school

Augh work work, angelica~

rambling so much, why not post, hopefully I dont think of my worries every night as a habit. i should use the worry app again when I leave school