A quick animation of @littjara-mirrorlake's frankly adorable Pawbo.
Again something for artfight 2024
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Me when I wake up in London and am going to beat jet lag w a matinee.
(Actually it’s Kelly Glyptis in @or-what-you-will and @hyperfixatra ‘s latest)
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Got a comment today about how much the reader appreciated me putting space MSHA into my story and it truly made me feel sickos.jpg "yes haha yess!!!! Target audience!!! Hahaha!!"
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Have a silly little sketch for your fic! It was the first thing I drew in a looong while. Now I am making stuff again. Your fic single-handedly dragged me out of artblock. Like THANK YOU. 🥰🥰🥰
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We know his reaction to most leos (future and present) losing their arms but what about all the little leo’s that lost their legs, does he also go “mmmmm skill issue” or does he go, “my precious lil kickie feet >:0 theyre in possible danger, everyone is out to steal my limbs >:0 stand back attacca attaca attacka 🤺🤺”
Idiots, they are all idiots. what do you mean you lost a limb? Couldn't be him, he's better than that
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I strongly support all of these "Death Note characters as animals" posts and they're so well done!! but the lack of bobtail representation is very u_u
Making B an American Bobtail so he can go crazy stupid, yell forever, be incredibly hardy, built like a tower, and be completely bone-less on the floor at any given point.
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she said the shirt's nice. did you tell her i dressed you. HONEY. there's so many ways to deliver a line like that and every single fucking one of them makes me want to tear my hair out and pull an edvard munch thEy aRE sO gOoD toGEthEr this is going to hurt worse than a fucking wax
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damn. gotta fix that. here's a flower crown. feel pretty, be pretty. if you dont take it i'm tying bows in your hair.
"✒ I don't believe a mere few flowers on my head will change anything, but if you insist, I see no harm in wearing it."
The flowers had a nice aroma that helped to calm him. It felt... familiar, in a way he didn't understand, as if he had known something like this all his life. But how? He had lived in the caverns, and the vegetation below ground wasn't as spectacular as the ones above.
There was a glimmer in the air, a shimmer vaguely noticeable, like dust in sunlight. Almost like the world around him was alive with magic. Strange.
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I could play. I could play.
I could also just stare at my girl gayly and keep making my digital scrapbook of her excellent, adorable little faces, and honestly what's the difference at this point.
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