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Negativity
Negativity: May I have some space?
Positivity: No.
Negativity: Why not?
Positivity: Because you make people feel bad. You cause violence. You are a disease that kills innocents.
Negativity: Im not always badâŠsometimes people are going through tough times or bad mindspace and need someone to talk too.
Positivity: Wouldnât the world be a much better place if we were more positive?
Negativity: Yea, it would be ,but everyone canât be happy. No one is smiling 24/7. Everyone has different situations and obstacles theyâre going through.
Positive: People donât wanna live stressful lives. They want to relax. To be happy.
Negativity: But-
Positivity: Would you rather live in a world filled with negativity or positivity?
Negativity: âŠ
Positivity: You may not have space.
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#art#artwork#fanart#digital art#mystic messenger#mysme#mysmes#fan art#otome#mystic messenger fanart#707#707 mystic messenger#707 fanart#707 mm#mystic messenger 707#mm 707#mysme 707#707mysticmessenger#mysmes saeyoung#mm saeyoung#saeyoungmysticmessenger#saeyoung fanart#mysme saeyoung#mystic messenger saeyoung#saeyoung choi#mysme luciel#mm luciel#luciel choi
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I find ðµââïž the artifacts ð¿ cried ð¢ over a hat ð© cursed ð€¬ the space ð that I NEEDED â ïž I trace âïž the evidence ð§ make it ð€ make some sense ð¡ why âïž the wound â€ïžâ𩹠is still BLEEDING ð©ž you ð§ââïž are the one âïž that I love †don't ð« need another âïž metaphor ð it's simple ð enough âïž a wrinkle 𧺠in time ð° like the crease ð by your eyes ð this âŒïž is why they âïž shouldn't âïž kill â ïž off ðµ the main ð¥ guy ð± dreams ð of your hair ðââïž and your stare ð and sense of belief ð of the good â
ïž in the world ð you once âïž believed ð in me ð±ââïž and I felt ð©ââ€ïžâðš you and I held ð« you for a while â±ïž but I ð±ââïž could still melt ð¥ your world ð argumentative ð£ð antithetical â€ïžâð¥ âšïž dream ð€ð« girl ð§ââïžð«¶
#this is my favorite kind of post to make if you couldn't tell skdnksjdj#taylor swift#hits different#midnights
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#uconn wbb#paige bueckers#paige#paige buckets#uconn huskies#pazzi#uconn womenâs basketball#azzi fudd#paige x azzi#paige bueckers uconn
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Happy Lunar New Year! ð â New Year, New Calendar!
The calendar project began in 2014 as an exploration of formats, materials, and typefacesâa way to create a unique piece of art that is both beautiful and functional. Each year, I use the Lunar New Year as a starting point, where the combination of an animal and an element sets the theme.
2025 is the Year of the Wood Snake. To be honest, Iâve never been a fan of snakesâthey often carry a negative connotation. At one point, I even considered skipping the poster this year. But then I saw it as a challenge: how can I shift the perspective, turning something feared into something inspiring?
This year, more than ever, feels intense on many levels. But just like the snake, which symbolizes wisdom, transformation, and renewal, I wanted to create something that reminds us that even in difficult times, there is beauty and growth to be found. So hereâs to shedding old fears, embracing new opportunities, and sending out good energy for all of us to accomplish our goals.
Happy Year of the Snake 2025! ðâš
If youâd like a copy of this limited edition poster, visit www.immigrantsupply.com only 50 copies are printed each year.
Poster details: ð Size: 24" x 36" ð Paper: Heavyweight matte (6.8 mil thickness) ðšïž Print: Digital âïž Signed & Numbered
#HappyLunarNewYear#typography#typedesign#illustration#YearOfTheSnake#WoodSnake#PosterDesign#VisualIdentity#ArtCollectors#DesignCulture#CreativeStudio#ArtPrint#typosters#design#ContemporaryDesign#graphicdesign#Snake2025#art direction#boldtype#typozon#branding#fonts
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Hii, your art style is very cute :3 May I request one drawing of Slenderman, please? Btw!! Do you think the pages are his? I like the theory that he's the author of those ðâïžðŒð²ð
I dont really think he's the author of the pages or more so collecting pages from his victims that wrote stuff about him! He can use it to lure more people in as they get curious about his being the more pages they collect... Also fan of Slenderman getting stronger the more people believe in him ð
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SHADOWâSHADOW THE HEDGEHOG
Another fun sketchbook pageâ>ð from my sketchbookâïžðððïžð
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LUFFYâSTRAW HAT LUFFY
Another fun sketchbook pageâ>ð from my sketchbookâïžðððïžð
Drawing him with oversized clothes is funâšdraperyâš
I also think I like drawing them grumpy (I draw Zoro a lot and heâs alwayysss angry)
#straw hat pirates#monkey d. luffy#one peice fanart#one peice#one piece#art#artwork#luffy#one piece luffy#straw hat luffy#monkey d luffy
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sumaya x malakai
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oh okay⊠ð
so thatâs how you wanna play this?
okay.
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enjoy ð
edit: the culprit has been found, and thought it was funny to MOCK me in the comments ð changing âanonâ to her name now, goodnight
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she laid sprawled on her bed, one arm draped over her eyes as if shielding herself from the weight of her own thoughts.
the faint glow of her laptop screen bathed the dark room in pale light, a mess of notes and half-finished homework scattered around her, and the air felt heavy, thick. her eyelids had drooped, her mind sinking into the comfort of restless solitudeâuntil it hit her like a storm crashing through still waters.
WAKE ME UP INSIDE!
the unmistakable, tortured wail of bring me to life by evanescence burst through the air, thundering from outside her window with unapologetic, dramatic force.
anaâs eyes had snapped open, the pulse of the bass reverberating through the walls, shaking the very core of her sanctuary.
a groan escaped her lips as she sat up, her senses now assaulted by the blaring anthem of teenage angst, drowning out her own silent brooding.
barefoot and bleary-eyed, ana slipped through the front door, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sweatshirt. the crisp autumn air wrapped around her like a cold embrace, biting at her skin and sending shivers down her spine. despite the cold weather, the sunlight from above beat down on her and the leaves that had been skittered across the driveway, caught in the fury of the soundwaves as she followed the source of the chaos.
her breath clouded in the night, her heart thudding in her chest as the cacophony grew louder with each step...
rounding the corner of the house, her gaze landed on a figure standing defiantly in the middle of the street, his silhouette illuminated by the glow of the sunlight.
malakai mortimer...
there he stoodâmalakai mortimerâhands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, his head tipped back in dramatic flair as if commanding the morning itself. the hood of his car had been propped open, a massive speaker perched precariously on top, blaring the anthem at an ear-splitting volume.
his jet-black hair, tousled and untamed, framed his sharp features in a halo of rebellion.
and a crooked grin played on his lips, the kind that could melt her heart or the constant war she found it to he in whenever she saw him.
but he was twitching... visibly twitching, dark eyes glinting with restrained pain.
she opened her mouth to speak, but he let out a wild hiss.
"i..." he began slowly, "am standing in the light for you, ana!"
anon shook her head before sputtering out her words, her voice a velvet dagger slicing through the noise. "n-no, kai â"
"i â" malakai hissed, the vein on his forehead threatening to pop. the music continued to blare on loudly around them both. "would you like... to become... a mate of mine... *hiss!* and run off... where... *hiss!* the darkness may consume us!"
ana averted her gaze. she had not expected such a thing this early in the morning.
malakai only ever showed up at night.
"HALT!" his booming voice cut across hers. "i will not take no as an answer..."
anaâs breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribcage as the chaotic melody of evanescence swirled around them like a tempest. she stared at malakai, his eyes burning with a feral, almost otherworldly intensity, every twitch and hiss a symphony of barely contained madness.
her fingers had clenched into fists at her sides as the world seemed to tilt on its axis, the air crackling with something wild and electric. a part of herâsensible, saneâscreamed to turn away, to deny him and retreat into the calm of her room...
but there was a pull, deep and undeniable, as if gravity itself had shifted, tethering her to him.
her lips parted slowly, her voice low and breathless, trembling with something dark and daring.
"fine... take me," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his (it was hard to meet, though, for he kept twitching and tweaking beneath the sunlight).
she stepped forwards, the morning light framing her in a golden haze as if she had crossed some unseen boundary. a wind whipped between them, scattering leaves as she raised her chin defiantly.
"let the darkness consume us, m-malakai," she murmured, surrendering to the inevitable with a dramatic flare that could only be matched by the tragedy blaring from his speaker.
at the sound of his full government name, he had dropped the resistance and began shaking on the floor, twisting and turning.
"WE â *HISS!* â ARE NOT â *HISS!* â AT THE STAGE â *HISS!* â WHERE THE DARKNESS â *HISS!* â WILL REFRAIN â *HISS!* â FROM CONSUMING US WHEN â *HISS!* â THAT WRETCHED NAME â *HISS* â IS UTTERED â"
"oh!" ana gasped, her arms extended, unsure of how to help him. "right! kai!"
he stopped.
their lives together had only just begun.
âââââ
epilogue:
several years later, ana stood at the edge of a crumbling skate park at night, her black combat boots scuffed and caked with dirt as she surveyed the chaos around her.
the air reeked of spray paint, rebellion, and the bittersweet tang of children and their destruction. a ragtag band of emo kids, draped in fishnet gloves, tattered band tees, and every conceivable shade of black, gathered in a half-circle like cultists awaiting a prophecy.
their eyeliner had been smudged with dramatic purpose, and their dyed hair hung in artful disarray, defying gravity with the help of questionable hairspray. the blaring anthem of little lion man by mumford & sons thundered from a portable speaker, a battered relic that had seen countless nights of midnight chaos.
at the centre of it all stood malakai mortimer, still wrapped in the same leather jacket, though now covered in patches of obscure band logos and the occasional tear that whispered of battles long fought. his wild hair had only grown more untamed, a dark crown of defiance, and his ever-present grin still carried that dangerous edge of playful madness. he balanced himself precariously on the lip of a half-pipe, his arms raised as if conducting the storm of angst.
"let⊠the light⊠perish!" he howled, his voice cutting through the night as a dozen of his emo children, with anon, screeched their agreement. "we ride⊠or die⊠into the dark shadows!"
ana sighed, pushing her now-darkened bangs from her eyes with the same exasperated fondness that had kept her tethered to this madness for far too long. she felt a tug on her fishnet-clad sleeveâone of the oldest recruits, wide-eyed and full of tragic poetry, whispered reverently, "is⊠father⊠your mate?"
ana smirked. "till the end of darkness."
which also translated toâŠ
forever.
#liar liar asks!#malakai mortimer#malakai mortimer x anon#anon x malakai#malakai x anon#my eye twitched when i saw that ask.#this is ur warning#NEVER send that again
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Feysand Week Countdown - Ask Game
30 DAYS TO GO!
Feysand Week is officialy one month away!
We're planning to celebrate a little bit each day leading up to Feysand Week, and to kick it off we're starting with a Feysand themed ask game! Reblog to give your followers a chance to ask you some of our Feysand themed questions!
[All questions in the image are also transcribed beneath the read more!]
ð Most heartbreaking Feysand scene? ð What Feysand scene made you laugh? ðšïž What is your favorite Feysand headcanon? ð° How do you imagine Feysand's wedding? ð Chapter 54 or 55? ð¶ïž What is your favorite Feysand spicy scene? ðš Who is your favorite Feysand artist? âïž Who is your favorite Feysand fic writer? âš What makes Feyre and Rhys's relationship special to you? ð« ACOMAF table scene or ACOFAS wall scene? ð What Feysand scene made you cry? ð¶ What song reminds you of Feysand? ð§ Do you have a Feysand playlist? If yes, please share! ðº What movie or TV show reminds you of Feysand? ð What is your favorite Feysand trope? ð» Do you have a Feysand bestie or favorite blog? Tag them to show them some appreciation! ðž Show us your favorite Feysand Moodboard ð¢ What made you ship Feysand? ð What Alternative Universe could you see Feysand in? (For example: Modern, Fairytale, Retelling, Mafia, etcâŠ) ðWhat is your favorite Feysandweek prompt? ð What is your favorite Feysand quote? ð When did you first fall in love with the Feysand ship? ð» Did you participate in previous Feysandweeks? (Feysand Month 2022 included) ð What is something you like seeing about Feysand from an outsider POV? (e.g.: ACOSF) ð What is Feysand's love language for each other?
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