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oh dear wallace got lost on the way to the shops! not to worry gromit is on the case

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dairy queen really will print anything you want on an ice cream cake btw

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i read this to adam and he just yelled, outraged, "THEYRE BABIES"

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our server's weekly movie voting rules

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original by clairetablizo

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just remembered I can draw whatever I want

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mr "i'm the fittest and healthiest 60 y/o you've ever seen" constantly using the same "i'm old!!" excuse

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i spilled pasta in my backpack and got so mad that i made a traumacore edit about it

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And this image is so much better than anything made by A I <3

you know what? I WILL play with jpgs like dolls. what if life could be dream

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everyone’s trying to stump the akinator so i’m gonna try and see if he’ll know that i’m thinking of the little symbol on the front of his turban

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One of my favourite questions for figuring out a character’s motivations is which qualities they most fear being assigned to them. Are they afraid (consciously or unconsciously) of being seen as stupid? Ungrateful? Weak? Incompetent? Lazy? Cowardly? Intimidating? Like they actually care? etc.

It’s such a fun way to explore into who they are, why they do what they do, what they don’t do out of fear, and how they might be affected by the events of the story. And I love when characters have negative motivations—trying to avoid something (in this case, being seen a particular way) as much as they’re trying to achieve a goal.

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AHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE I WANNA BE ABLE TO DRAW FACES GOOD LIKE THIS GRRRRR

I won't give up my dream of learning to draw.

So...

Here's a Chuchi sketch I tried today.

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CHAPTER 1: Caves & Cliffs (1)

(Previous)

Staring down at the village sprawling before him, Steve couldn’t help but feel an odd sort of kinship with it. The old oaky buildings smelled of yesterday’s rain, even from Steve’s spot on the overhang far above them; he had never had a home, not really, but if he ever did he reckoned that was what one should smell like. Those who had made this their home milled about the weaving dirt paths like lines of tiny silverfish, tending to their farms, acknowledging each other with brief nods, and then continuing on their ways.

It was so bustling, so full of life- a village that lived and breathed like it was a creature itself- and Steve was certain the view through his spyglass didn't do it justice.

“This seems like a pretty good place! I can already see a smithing shop down there.” Steve grinned, turning to face his traveling companion. “You give me three days to scout it out, do a little trading, and I bet I can come back with a whole trove of loot!”

The creature next to him narrowed its eyes and stared down its flat green snout at him, reptilian tail flicking anxiously as it tried to gauge the humor in Steve’s voice. Upon finding none, it growled, “Three days? Really?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I'd rather we get out of here as soon as possible. These places are crawling with cats.” A shiver went down his sharply scaled spine. “And I think I’m allergic.”

Steve’s expression softened. “I know, Creepy, but we need supplies. And I need...human interaction. Not all of us are introverts.” A soft cluck sounded at Steve’s boots, and he laughed, scooping the source of the noise- a brilliant blue-and-orange rooster- into his arms and holding it tight. “See? Derek agrees.”

Creepy eyed the rounded bird disdainfully. “If we need supplies so badly, steal them. Do you know how many war crimes testificates have committed throughout history?! The Undead don’t target them for nothing, I’ll tell you that. They have it coming, and it would be much quicker than bartering for hours and hours.”

Steve gasped, releasing Derek from his grasp. “What?! Creepy,” he scolded, “no matter what they may have done in the past, everyone deserves a chance! I mean, you’re a Creeper, and I gave you one, right?”

His companion froze…then stared at the dirt. “…Yeah…”

“So quit acting like you’ve got an arrow up your butt! It’ll just be three days, and then it’s back to the wilderness."

“Whatever, fine, fine.” Creepy huffed, giving Steve a mischievous glance. “But I still call dibs on any gold you find.”

Steve laughed cheerfully. “Alriiight. What do you want me to make it into this time?”

“Maybe some bracelets? Ooh, no, a little sculpture!”

“Alright, haha-“

Creepy grinned for a moment, imagining what Steve might make him with delight before his green body sagged once more. “I wish I could make that kind of stuff. Creepers used to be master sculptors, yunno…and jewelers…” He sighed. "I'd love to learn how to make good use of these…hoof…claws."

Steve slapped him on the back. "Chin up, buddy! Tell ya what, I’ll throw a few emeralds into your share of the loot, too, if I get my hands on any. They can spice up the sculpture. Wouldja like that?”

Creepy perked up again. “I would!”

“Alright! But the more stuff you want, the longer I have to be here.”

Creepy paused.

“…You’re a real slippery silverfish, you know that?”

“I try.”

“Hmph." Creepy scored the ground with a hoof, but he didn't object. "Whatever. Do what you gotta do. But the sculpture better be good.”

“Of course it will be, Creeps! Only the best for my bestest friend-“

The Creeper rolled his eyes, but before Steve could sling an arm around him and tease him further, Derek clucked again for his attention. "Oh, yes, and I will get YOU some pumpkin seeds," he cooed to the chubby avian creature, scratching beneath its beak as he glanced back at Creepy. "I'll start scouting tomorrow. You comin' with?"

Creepy snorted. "Not with those rabid flea-bags they make their pets wandering around. And if there's an Iron Golem down there, I’d be toast.”:

“Point taken. Well, if you wanna go find us something to eat while I set up camp, that would be marvelous-?"

"Alright, alright. I'll see what I can do."

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Steve stared forlornly down at the apple in his hands, turning it over as though hoping that if he looked hard enough, it would reveal itself to be something else entirely. Really, he shouldn't have been disappointed- the fruit looked delicious in the red light of the setting sun, and the flames from their campfire gave it a beautiful honey glow that would normally have been irresistible- but…

“You couldn’t find anything other than apples?" Steve was clearly a little disappointed. "We’ve been eating apples for the past week!”

Creepy scoffed. “What did you want me to do with these stubby little legs?!”

“I know, I know...”

”Would you rather eat Derek?!”

”No! Of course not! It’s just…there were no berries or…anything?”

Hissing, Creepy kicked his apple core at Steve. “Yeah, I’m heading to bed," he grumbled, ducking into the tent Steve had set up for them.

“IT JUST WAS A QUESTION!”

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After a few desperate apologies from Steve (and bitter comments from Creepy), the pair of nomads resolved to go to sleep for the night. The tent Steve had prepared was the perfect size, fitting both of their wool mats and still leaving enough room to prepare a leafy nest for Derek to sleep in.

“‘Night, Creeps," Steve rolled over to get a better look at his friend.

“Mmm-hm.” Creepy didn't do the same.

…

“Hey, Creepy? Do you ever just lie awake at night, thinking? Thinking about how big the universe is. And how small we are in comparison. And how-“

"You're doing this on purpose, Steve. Go to sleep.”

And, reluctantly, he did.

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Hello! This is odd, but I’m working on a new project (well, not new, this is years in the making) and I’m finally posting it. I was never fond of any Minecraft media I could get my hands on as a kid, so this story was made over the years to remedy that.

Is it perfect? No. Obviously not, but. It means a lot to me and even if you just peek at the prologue, that would mean a lot!

Here it is!

If you don’t have Ao3, I’m (more slowly, but still!) also posting the chapters on @the-notch-in-history!

Love you, sillies! Thank you! <3

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did a cool thing person

Reblog this and put in the tags what you think your role is in your fandom.

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i wonder if actors ever get their scripts and are like

well this is fucking stupid

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LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NAIJAINIAJJAJJJ

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