#Alfonzo

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DRAW MR FROHICKY, PRETTY PLEASE 🙏🙏 (If you can)

He's so silly, I love him.

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those who fight much love each other in secret.

[homeskllet]

spirit tracks is a really cool game

this was drawn to be the top screen of a custom 3ds theme - if you've homebrewed you 3ds, you can download and use the theme here.

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I’m so close to having them all done! And just in time for artfight! 😅

[cicidarkarts]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @tales-from-nocturnaliss and you can find her post here!

Rules: scour your writings and Find the Word!

Words I was given: Beloved, Silence, Mourning, Star 🖤🖤🖤 <<Beloved>> (Robert Terwilliger x OC) For the past two weeks, Robert had walked with her down the slope and parted ways at the parking lot. To have that gone made the wind blow colder at her side.

Past her beloved garden, the night seemed heavier, oppressively blotting out the streetlights. Still, she tried to shake off the ominous feeling as she reached into her bag for her newest read. She past the corner of the library, then stopped when someone caught her eye. Though his face was covered in darkness, his eyes glinted oddly like two glowing pinpricks.

"Lilith," he said, voice haggard and thick. "Mason?" she asked. "What are you doing here?" "I needed to see you."

He stepped closer, and she shuddered at his appearance. His sallow skin brought out his bloodshot and bagged eyes. His once kempt face was dotted with rough and sandpapery stubble.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quivering, legs frozen to the spot. "I really like you, Lilith. But you keep rejecting me over and over, and I don't know why. But that guy—that felon? You and him together—" Mason grabbed the sides of his head like the very idea of it caused him pain. "It's so frustrating!"

<<Silence>> (Ominis Gaunt x OC) "Don't sympathize with me!" He snapped. "I don't deserve it! I purposefully hurt those people; I wanted them to suffer so I didn't have to! And my family and I tortured them ruthlessly—we destroyed them! They were tortured and killed all because I wouldn't stop my family. Their blood is on my hands!" He hugged himself, shuddering and trembling. His breathing hiccuped as his sobs broke through. "I'm such a coward…"

Credence didn't register that she'd gotten up until after she embraced Ominis. He turned to face her, his arms around her waist and back. She comforted him in silence. In his state, she didn't think any words could help, so she let him cry, sure from the intensity that he'd been holding onto his guilt for many years. She understood the lament in his tears, the horrible bleeding wounds being strong brought. The sound of it made her own wounds open as she cried quietly alongside him.

<<Mourning>> (Legend of Zelda) Ozavo leapt at Link, fist clenched as his other hand snatched Link's shirt. "What the hell is wrong with you!? You killed him!" Link held his eyes shut tight, trying to block out the horrible vision of Alfonse's blood on his hands. "Ozavo, stop!"

But the Rito didn't listen to Neeko. His fist bashed Link's face, once, twice, three times. Agony shocked his senses, but the pain by Ozavo's hands was nothing in comparison.

Ozavo wasn't finished. "I'll kick your ass! I'll–I'll–!!"

Link hit the ground with Ozavo on top of him. Punch after punch battered his face and jaw. He had no will to stop Ozavo. Why should he? Why should he, when he deserved it.

The beating stopped. Link opened his eyes to see Neeko holding onto Ozavo's arm, tears rolling down both of their faces.

"Stop it," Neeko pleaded. "This isn't what Alfonse wanted. He was being controlled by Ganondorf. Link didn't want to—" "Shut up," Ozavo spat, voice cracking. "You think I don't know that!? You think I can just let it go!?"

Hot tears burned across Link's wounds. The face of his friend as his life drained away had dug itself deep into his memory. He felt Ozavo and Neeko's pain. And he sobbed just as much as they did. Ozavo collapsed with his face in Link's shoulder, mourning the loss of their friend.

<<Star>> (Butch DeLoria x OC) "Sorry," she said preemptively as she typed up her password, "it's a little messy."

The door slid open revealing the piles of books she left on the kitchen table. Even on the couch, a place where she was supposed to relax, gave away signs of her obsession with space: rolled up charts, textbooks, and a clay model of the moon half-finished with a few craters and lack of paint. She headed straight for the kitchen to get some food ready for them.

"Man, you really are into space," he said, gazing now at her ceiling whereupon she hung her previously made sun and several clay asteroids. "It's so cool," she said, crushing the packet of mac n cheese in her grip to avoid spewing too many space facts. Butch shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. Black holes are pretty cool." "I love black holes," she said, grinning wide as she poured water into her pan. "The way that a star can get so dense after its inevitable supernova— um, well, yeah. It's neat."

She held her breath. Please stop talking… When Butch didn't respond, she resumed breathing. 🖤🖤🖤 Yet again, I have no one to tag that Nocturnaliss didn't already tag, but wanted to join in the game anyway. If you see this and want to join, your words are:

Words given: Grief, Tombstone, Wolfen, Rapture

[kingdicemrwheezyflowertor]

💞💖🎶

Oh are Stanley/Kyle a thing here? If not, I’m sorry, I just love them.

To answer the Stanley x Kyle question; Yes. They are a couple in my world.

As for the Emoji’s:

💞-Who's your comfort character?

Um… Yes actually. I have many comfort Characters; My list will continue to grow regardless of what fandom I’m in.

Just to give you a Couple of the Comfort Characters: LineBeck; Gonzo; Alfonzo; Usopp; Jinbei; Fukaboshi; Hachi.

💖-What made you start writing?

It was when I wanted to work more on my whole Gordon and Lil Sammy story. I needed to have a way to keep up with my stuff on the story so I figured “Why not make it as a Story/Fanfic”.

It also led to me to make more story/fanfics.

🎶-Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do actually. I also listen to YouTube videos to get my creativity flowing.

As for the song that has been playing on loop when I write; It’s been several songs. Here’s a small list down below of some songs I listen to.

The Sound of Silence by Disturbed

Wondering from High school the musical series

All eyes on Me and Goodbye by Bo burnham

Fnf Pippy Corruption- A Family Guy corruption

Fnf pippy corruption- Affected Brian

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[megahorous]

When Poison joins the battle [in Street Fighter 6], Alfonzo takes charge of Picking up Kitty

Alfonzo:  Leave it to me !

[nakeddeparture]

Pedro Alfonzo Burgess, 37, should have gotten LIFE - Serial Rapist - Bancroft New Road, Barbados.

https://youtu.be/aC3cEgpxMYc

He went into your schools and raped your daughters. Why not give him life? He CANNOT change. Naked!!

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Recent stock of nonsense

[rausule]

Franse grot ontdek, die driedimensionele Ma outona effek wat ongelooflik realisties was. Don Marcelino was verstom. True, 'n paar diere Prente wat sonder kleur gegraveer is, is al voorheen in 'n Franse grot ontdek, maar hier was die eerste Steentydperk-skilderye wat hy of enige ander moderne ondersoeker nog gesien het. En terwyl die Don na die krioelende plafon knip, kan sy gevoel van loer na die afgeleë verlede vergelyk word met die gevoelens van Galileo wat eers deur sy tuisgemaakte teleskoop na afgeleë ruimte loer en die mane op Jupiter sien. Die twee gebeurtenisse was oppervlakkig redelik verskillend; die een het gehandel oor die grootheid van ruimte, die ander oor die grootheid van tyd. Maar in beide gevalle het die mens die grense van sy kennis geweldig uitgebrei.

Don Marcelino het na Madrid gehaas om die raad van sy vriend, Juan Vilanova y Piera, 'n professor in paleontologie aan die universiteit te soek wat voorheen die edele argeoloog geadviseer het. Vilanova, opgewonde oor die nuus, het dadelik die nuwe ontdekking gaan inspekteer. Aangesien hy hoegenaamd geen bewyse gesien het dat die grot sedert die laat ystydperk betree is nie. dit was seker dat die foto's nie later gedoen kon word nie. Die Don het die ontdekking beskryf in 'n pamflet wat hy gepubliseer het. Klein Maria het haar foto in die koerant gehad. Onder die besoekers wat die pad na die grot gevind het, was die koning van Spanje, Alfonzo XII. sy koninklike kop duik om die bison-galery binne te gaan. (Die vloer is terloops intussen verdiep sodat vandag se toeriste regop kan staan.)

Die grot strek onder 'n ou plaas wat toepaslik Altamira (hoë uitkykpunt) genoem word, sy ingang oop teen 'n sagte helling in 'n hoë stuk weiveld. Die onmiddellike landskap is huislik en intiem. Maar na die suide steek die majestueuse Cordillera Cantabrica opwaarts na die lug, en in die weste die Picos de Eu

ropa, wat tot meer as 5 000 voet styg, is nou die grootste deel van die jaar geklee. Niemand weet of Altamira, op enige tydstip in sy antieke geskiedenis, ooit as 'n heilige plek beskou is nie. Maar sy aantreklike omgewing dui op die moontlikheid.

Die Altamira-ontdekking het aanvanklik nie die akademiese instelling beïndruk nie. Geleerdes wat bereid was om die oudheid van die mens te aanvaar, was nie bereid om hom met artistieke vermoëns te erken nie. Toe Vilanova in 1880 Don Marcelino se vonds voor 'n kongres van kundiges in Lissabon ondersteun het, is hy op 'n internasionale skaal deur geleerdes van Duitsland, Frankryk, Swede, Noorweë en Engeland afgekeur. Die konsensus was dat die kuns onmoontlik meer as 20 jaar oud kan wees. 'n Spaanse kunstenaar het verklaar dat die skilderye "nie die karakter van óf Steentydperk, argaïese, Assiriese of Fenisiese kuns het nie. Hulle is bloot die uitdrukking van 'n middelmatige student van die moderne skool" En die narelikste snit van almal kom van 'n Franse kenner wat daarop gewys het dat Don Marcelino vir 'n paar jaar 'n slim kunstenaar op sy eetplek gehuisves het, met verwysing na 'n protégé van die Don's wat reeds toe kopieë van die grotkuns voorberei het. Hier was die skuldige, het die professor te kenne gegee, wat die antieke grot ingesluip het, toegerus met lampe en verf, om die valse prente te skep. Die saamgestelde kenners het hierdie lawwe verhaal amper vrolik omhels, en die Don het opgegee om die realiteit van ystydkuns te probeer bewys. Hy het die grot laat toesluit en is in 1888 dood

Die kontumely opgehoopte op Don Marcelino sasie verskoonbaar, maar dit moet erken word dat sy kritikus rede gehad het om skepties te wees Vir hulle het dit ongelooflik gelyk dat kleure, wat na bewering in die ystydperk toegepas is, so helder kon gebly het, en dat die mure kalksteen, 'n stof wat bekend is om maklik te verkrummel, ons

tot ongeskonde onder die pigmente. Selfs meer ongelooflik, die skilderye is gemaak met 'n beheerde ras en styl wat heeltemal in stryd is met die 19de eeuse towenaar van primitiewe mans en hul barbaarse manier van lewe. Wat die wetenskaplikes nie kon sien nie, was die basiese ooreenkoms in onderwerp en gees tussen die Altamira-muurskilderye en die klein dierefigure wat op been gegraveer is wat reeds aanvaar is as behorende tot die afgeleë ystydperk. ’n Studie van hierdie klein figure deur die Franse paleontoloog Edouard Lartet en die Engelse argeoloog Henry Christy is sopas gesirkuleer, so dit is verbasend dat kundige geleerdes byna dieselfde figure in vergrote weergawes sou verwerp. Wat die bekendste van alle geverfde grotte sou wees, moes 20 jaar wag om herontdek te word en vir die Don se geloof daarin om geregverdig te word.

Toe die oudheid van grotskilderye uiteindelik aanvaar is, was die Cro-Magnon-mens stewig gevestig as die eerste kunstenaar. Sy gravures en skilderye was nie bloot gebruiksvoorwerpe wat toevallig aangenaam was om na te kyk nie. Hulle was bedoel om na gekyk te word, al was dit net deur hul skeppers, en hulle is geskep om een ​​of ander innerlike behoefte te vervul. Maar die Cro-Magnon-mens het nie kuns voluit uit niks uitgevind nie. Die oorsprong van sy artistieke impulse was beslis ouer as hy.

Vir minstens 'n miljoen jaar het die vroeë mens byna geen rekord van kuns of van 'n artistieke sin nagelaat nie. Maar blink kwartskristal, wat in die Choukoutien-grotte van China gevind is, dui daarop dat selfs Homo erectus 500 000 jaar gelede sulke voorwerpe soos skoonheidsdinge met voordelige eienskappe gehou het. En dit is nie onwaarskynlik dat ander vroeë mans hulself met vere, gewei en pels versier het en ritmiese bewegings en gesange uitgevoer het om 'n mengsel van redes wat ingesluit het

estetiese bevrediging. Teen die Neanderdal-tye is daar duidelike bewyse dat klipwapens doelbewus met 'n aangename simmetrie gevorm is. Dit is dus logies om te veronderstel dat toe Cro-Magnon-mens sy grafiese rekord van sy eie tye begin skep het, hy 'n mate van agtergrond in artistieke uitdrukking en 'n intuïtiewe begrip van die reëls en grense daarvan gehad het.

Cro-Magnon-kuns val in twee hoofkategorieë. Die eerste word gewoonlik na verwys met die Franse term art mobilier, draagbare kuns. Die tweede word pariëtale kuns genoem, 'n verengelsing van die Franse art pariétal, kuns wat aan enige permanente oppervlak geheg is, soos 'n grotmuur.

Die oudste bewyse van die mens se kunsvaardigheid is in die eerste kategorie klein voorwerpe van gekerfde been, gewei, ivoor of gemodelleerde klei wat ten minste 30 000 jaar terug dateer en wat van die mens se eerste gewaardeerde besittings was. Sy vingers was al eone lank skool toe hoe om 'n rots of been vas te gryp of te krul en hoe om 'n snygereedskap te manipuleer. Hy het dus natuurlik gevorder tot die maak van klein dekoratiewe artikels. Hy het dit by die ontelbare duisende geproduseer, miskien gedurende die winter, toe sy jagaktiwiteite ingekort is en hy vrye tyd gehad het. Hierdie voorwerpe het opgedaag, heel of gefragmenteerd. al die pad van Frankryk tot Siberië, en wat hulle gemeen het, is nie net hul klein grootte nie, maar hul aandag aan detail. Sommige is ewe en gegraveer, soos die scrimshaw-snywerk van 19de eeuse Yankee-walvisjagters. Hulle is bewaar omdat hulle verlore geraak het of weggegooi is en in lae grond of klip begrawe is in grotte, rotsskuilings en opelugterreine waar Cro-Magnons gekamp het. 'n Paar in Tsjeggo-Slowakye en die Sowjetunie is ontdek versteek in putte naby vuurherde, wat daarop dui dat hulle met spesiale betekenis deur hul eienaars belê is.

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Starting The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks

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XD

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Another batch of meh trash children. We’ll see how many more I can finish before artfight

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this made drs2 p1 one of the best seasons ever ngl

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ah friendship