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#pokemon#pokeani#anipoke#pokemon brandon#pokemon spenser#<<has anyone ever even used that tag#rip frontier brains. ily guys#but rip
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look 'm a simple creature with simple preferences and i spent so long not indulging in some of them i'm making up for lost time,
concept sketches of a character for a thing
#autumn draws things#i used to have a different tag for doodles and actual drawings on my last blog#but rip#too much effort anyway
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Full image of a commission I couldnt finish unfortunately Character goes by They/Them Pronouns and is owned by Artyeen
#smigglesart#gore#I wish i would have been well enough to complete this#i love this sona so much#and was very proud of the rendering i started of the organs#but rip
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Monsters Inc. X Finding Nemo X Hazbin Hotel AU
Yes...I'm making an AU that takes both stories of those films and turning them into a single story which will also be an Adamsapple story(lord help me).
In this AU, Heaven is Monsters Inc. and Hell is Finding Nemo(y'all with me) *cough* Soooo...It's Extermination Day in Hell!
After the Princess of Hell's birth, Lucifer and Lillith were choosing names for her. They finally decided to name her 'Charlie' (after Lucifer's not-so-creative idea to name her 'Luci Jr.') that is until an Exorcist appeared in front of their bedroom balcony....angelic-steeled weapon, ready to kill...and it was eyeing their daughter. Lucifer(noticing that Lillith wasn't moving)tried to get her away from the angel but, everything was instant, The First Woman imminently charged toward the Exorcist; determined to protect her only child. Lucifer went after her, but that...thing was fast..very fast, and as it kicked Lucifer at a wall, everything went black.....
With a groan, Lucifer slowly regained consciousness; wincing at the cries of their daughter....but what happened to Lillith? Is she okay? ...Is......she alive..? Slowly getting up, the fallen angel immediately went to his daughter's crib and held the newborn in his arms....
"It's okay. Daddy's here. Daddy's got you."
Finally giving her the perfect name, Charlie Morningstar.
(I would love to add more to post, including with Heaven's side but, the post is already long enough...maybe in the next post I'll have Adam's story for this AU.)
#adamsapple#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel au#lucifer#lillith#lucillith#lucifer x lilith#charlie morningstar#cw major character death#im so sorry lillith#but rip#im so sorry luci#im not a good writer#adam x lucifer#emilute#helluva boss#monsters inc x finding nemo au#sorry for consent changes for this post
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Welp, now that Pac is gone the chance any other Richas parents logs on QSMP the next few days are really low. So if we ever get Richas' sign it won't be his parents that will find it.
#qsmp#our hope is on mike and maybe bagi since she lives in sp and it's not busy with a rpg#but rip#richarlyson the egg
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A new profile picture as a result of my sona’s design change! You may also notice that instead of blue and brown heterochromia, both eyes are brown!
She’s a little blurry unfortunately because I drew her small and had to crop the canvas 🥲 BUT, in all fairness if I’d drawn her big she wouldn’t have turned out nearly as well, so. Crispness for quality, it is the law of equivalent exchange 🫡
#I am also just realizing that I meant to make a christmasified pfp#but RIP#I’m too lazy anyways#plink draws
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I don't know what this TUA show is I see that's absolutely flooded my dash, but my sympathies go out to you for what looks like a shitty season 🙏😔🫂
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every day i stare at @danrific and i wish someone would get me her some how 😭
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((This was requested and it got long, so rip.))
There are few things that have a consistent, lingering taste in her maw, all hungry and wanting for two things—violence, violence and the smoke of flames. The wisp of smoke is not to be denied when there are infernos brewing, violence not to be turned away from when a blade presses against the heave of the Phoenix’s loving throat. She bites down on the side of her mouth, crimson nurturing the empty space between cheeks and teeth, coppery taste upon a tongue. Her gaze is dull and empty, despite the empyreans—her mirror, rain hiding the wetness of tears.
She is crying, and she knows not what to do with it; oblivion, her bed companion, even when they shared fabric to curl underneath to find salvation in warmth when winter is unforgiving in its harsh bite. It is a deception between flesh and sinew that she is anything more than shadows. Merely an altar for him, to sacrifice those who trespass against them—against him. He did not ask for it. She did not either. It is just what it is: sameness carved into the body. This is an atonement, no communion to be found with him slick upon her lips. Her body is a sanctuary for their skeletons of truths and hidden lies.
He smiles at her.
He smiles at her despite the kiss of steel. It does not press deeper. He asked for this in sickening want for mercy, blood from a wet mouth—long since staining the prettiness of her face. Obedience is an exercise in will in these horrid moments when she can feel how his heartbeat thrums below her fingertips. Her breath is startled, out of rhythm—it feels like pressing the blade against her own throat. To hurt him is to bring harm unto herself, to weave sin around bone—around her own throat, in a noose. She is hurting, too. She almost tastes death, with the beading of crimson from the flesh.
Her laughter is without mirth, no offering to be found; gruesome is her devotion—she would do anything, everything, and nothing for him. She sits up from where she rests upon him—legs on either side of him. Her sob is noisy, noisy, and vile—she does not remember the last time she cried.
The first time she saw him was the last time she cried; a little girl, learning the cold of oblivion even then, despite worship of blazing ruin.
Joshua kisses her.
There is no paradise to be found in the curve of his mouth. It is another tribulation entirely to stomach it, calamity in her own disgust—own yearning. She should not want. She is a blank thing, who should not love whole creatures, to adore God. She is a disciple. A disciple should not love their messiahs this much. She is gold, gold, gold like him.
Her bones are charred, his fingers setting alight to the notches of her spine, each disk bending to his loving / ruinous touch. He sets her kingdom of a body ablaze with— Is it her own wanting, all red and streaking across her flesh? Or is it his love?
It hurts. His love hurts; it is not kind. He was right; she would not like it. But she does.
She endures; hideous is her devotion—burning her out like this. If she were ordinary, if she were not Undying, if she did not love him—she would turn away and let crimson pour from his throat from the loving / hateful touch of her own blade. She would obey his wishes for mercy. Yet she rolls her hips down, sobbing against his mouth as she almost spews her horror and dread; he is the phoenix; he cannot be embraced. She should not touch him, not like this.
She was always ready to burn; he exhales smoke into her mouth; it tastes like yearning. It tastes like her own devotion, the ugly shape of it. Her blood is wine, all warm, thudding in veins as she embraces freedom / shackles of her own beating muscle. The sullen sky is a witness to this transgression against her own oaths, and she is brave enough to kiss him back—after many years of longing corrupting, tasting a heart long at last.
This is a war they both lost.
Burning seems like a kind fate; she was taught this is the finer death.
#;mine#;my writing#read more bc its heavy shuate#and its not something everyone is into and i get that#but rip#i cant believe someone asked for a mini thing where Jote is the one to put a blade to his throat whew i can work with this
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rip the mfs that hced izzy as a non-drinker
(its me im mfs)
#like. till ep 4 i was CLINGING to the idea that he was just drinking to numb the pain of his leg#was holding that thought like a LIFELINE#but rip#like. i have a history w drinking but thats not why i hced it#like i just. see him as the type to like not get intoxicated bc it would make him weak or not fully able to focus or perform#but im still like#now he isnt drinking again so maybe it was just An Exception bc he figured he couldnt do much anyway#this is how non-drinker izzy can still win#izzy hands#ofmd#ofmd spoilers#our flag means death
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FINALLY found a good site for learning about dermatomyositis--it’s so damn rare there’s just the basic webmd info repeated everywhere
but god, reading this made my heart cry:
BETWEEN 10AM-4PM?!?! ;A; 4oz SUNSCREEN PER DAY!??!
RIP.
#I mean ... 1/3 of ppl with DM get cancer so .... I do not want that#but rip#I'm bringing parasols back#nan.text#health stuff#<-- for easy blocking
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time to cry about one of my favorite characters and quest rewards
#i mean LLI is gonna be dead anyways bc evil Shart play through too#but rip#bg3#durge#custom durge#bg3 spoilers#edaric
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I love waking up
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making shadowheart into a dark justiciar was cool as fuck. full magical girl transformation.
#bg3 spoilers#the fun thing about doing the evil playthrough first is knowing how much shit will be brand new to me lmao#since I know nightsong is a whole Thing#but rip#she has all these sharran abilities and armor and weapons now
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