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a stained glass living room design by Harris Armstrong

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Spot on 😆

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this showed up in my FB memories, the lightning bolt trick! I don't sketch out the lightning bolt much nowadays but it's still super helpful when I need to lay out tricky arms and leg poses. And I still apply the logic of it, especially with how I draw arms :' ) Biggest thing it helps with is shape breakdown and visualization, we gotta use whatever works to break down shapes into simpler concepts for our brains 👏💓

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Behold the dazzling Australian Rufous Fantail (Rhipidura rufifrons)! Found in parts of southern and eastern Australia, this bird can be spotted in woodlands, rainforests, and wetlands. It’s an insectivore that darts rapidly through the air to catch fast-moving prey. It’s easily recognizable thanks to its signature tail fan, which is found on males and females and grows more vibrant in color as the bird matures.

Photo: craigwelden, CC BY-NC 4.0, iNaturalist

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caption: she waited for this moment her entire life

customer: -paperwork done and i need to get out of here

clerk: it doesn't work like that, it takes days

customer: i wanna talk to the manager

clerk: ok one second /pretends to walk down some stairs before spinning around to face the customer/

clerk: hi, how can i help you?

customer: WHAT THE-

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a "superweanling" between two regular sized weanlings

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Once upon a time, in the heart of a dark and rainy night, a creature appeared at an abbey, climbing through a window to into the room where the abbess was writing notes. It was a wretched beast, not quite human but neither did it resemble any animal that the abbess could name. It was dripping wet, with scarred skin and odd patches of thin, sparse fur, long cracked claws that scraped the stone floor, and sharp teeth so haphazardly scattered that it was hard to say whether there were two rows of teeth or one.

"What do you want, creature?" the abbess asked it calmly.

"I want to become a nun", the creature said. And there was no rule in the books that the abbess could remember that would prohibit a strange beast from becoming a nun, if it so desired. So, the beast was accepted into the abbey, and it took to life in the order as naturally as a shepherd dog to herding. She was a meticulous beast, first to wake and rise at dawn, neat and tidy with all tools and tasks she was given, dutiful and devout in all things.

No nun nor novice dared to question the creature's right to be there after the first time the she demonstrated that her teeth are not merely for decoration, and then apologised to the novice who had tried. The beast even graciously offered to mend the habit she had torn. After the incident, she was never bothered again. A handful of other postulants, novices and even a few of the nuns flocked to her, knowing that the creature would not allow anybody to be mistreated in her presence.

Watching the creature wolfishly lope across the abbey courtyard, with her ill-fitting, haphazardly placed cowl flopping as she went, the abbess contemplated the strange being. Despite of her sloppy, haphazard appearance, the beast really did have great potential to become a nun. A being so gentle and friendly could have done well just about anywhere, as would anyone so devout, but what made the creature such a good fit for monastic life was her love of routine. Waking up each morning at the same time, performing the same tasks and duties at the same time, the beast was not only tireless in her work, but actively delighted in regular routines. Which was why the abbey was such a good place for her, and she would one day make an excellent nun.

She was, without a doubt, a creature of habit.

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@botanicalcadaver's OC the rabbit

big thanks to my younger brother for helping me with the arm pose

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@magedidelphi's OC tatters

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HC! Angel dust, having no fear of alastor and all the makings of a whiny bitch, asks the overlord for small favors all the time. It’s almost appalling how much he gets away with.

“Al, I can’t find Fat Nuggets. Can you use your shadow voodoo things to search the hotel?”

“Hey deer daddy, does your devil band take requests? I’m feeling a little jazzy.”

“Ok but consider, you make your mom’s jambalaya, i make my grandma’s cannolis, we feast like kings and AND we eat it in front of Vaggie and watch as she tries to resist asking us for a plate. Its pure evil.”

“Conjure me up a shovel. Im abouta put a bitch in the grave.”

“While you’re out, can you buy more popsicles? We’re all out and I haven’t annoyed Husk today.”

And Al just does it. Why would he say no? Then Sir Pentious (the only other resident at the hotel) asks him to find one of his eggies, Al chuckles and says “of course! I was just thinking of making a continental breakfast”

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So I started working again today, and me and my coworker had to squeeze lemons which usually is a really un fun job but TODAY. We had the mostly lovely batch of lemons to work with. So we rated how smoothly they cut and how nice the insides of them looked for about an hour. An absolutely marvelous time I gotta say

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honestly unironically i think if we took away the societal power of love that would be great

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sorry for being weird lately it's just that ive been weird lately