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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 9 months ago
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ALPHA BOOP IN THE SNOOT!
@insertmeaningfulusername
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Ordo: Alpha. Maze: Null. Maze: *boops Ordo in the nose* Boop. Maze: Later, Null. Ordo: Wha- wait. Maze, wait--! What's that supposed to mean?! Ordo: GET YOU FAT SHEBS BACK AND EXPLAIN AT ONCE!!!!
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hey-hey-j · 9 months ago
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Viva's earring escapades continue
(★ Ko-fi) | (★ commission info)
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mirensiart · 7 months ago
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You will scream, "I won't forget you," but I'll cover my cold ears
It cannot be a lie if no one hears
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existentialarcade · 1 year ago
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I loved making that stained glass style piece of jimmy so much, I had to try my hand at a desert duo one!! I'm really proud of this one, i'm hoping to do pieces for all the third lifers so feel free to stick around if you like these!
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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 months ago
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Thinking about rats Scott and Mog. Any time they separated Mog always seemed so worried and was then so excited to see Scott again <3
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piratespencil · 1 year ago
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Something something Sanji being there to rescue Nami from the wedding with Absalom, and Nami being there to rescue Sanji from the wedding with Pudding...
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Whole Cake Island really giving me a whole new appreciation for the Sanji and Nami dynamic. (Nami should have gotten to bridal carry Sanji tho smh.)
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yumenosakiacademy · 3 months ago
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smth abt how kinich's life was so quiet n lonely b4 ajaw entered it (his parents were dead n he lived alone n isolated, save 4 the times he'd travel in2 the tribe) but now he has another presence there to alleviate the suffocating silence n cold tht once filled his home. (even if said presence is an annoying little dragon who talks too much, when previously he was used 2 such 'peace')
n similarly, ajaw's life, too, was quiet n lonely whilst he was sealed away in the ruins, surrounded by dark walls n w only himself 2 talk 2 as the yrs upon yrs upon yrs passed by. no warm sun upon his back, no wind thru his wings, no company with which 2 bask upon his presence. but now he has a human with whom he can yap 2 n keep him company (even if said human doesn't respect him at ALL n is 2 harsh, hmph!)
even if both won't admit it, two is better than one, now isn't it? a shared respite from the emptiness of a silent room, even if its a bit annoying from time 2 time. n tho nowadays, kinich has companions tht hes obtained in the time since he'd 1st met ajaw, he only rly had him in tht time b4 he'd met them.
(n when kinich eventually finally dies... well... ajaw will b forced 2 re-experience loneliness once again, albeit now not confined n w more of an understandingof what "companionship" is like.)
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pipartuuli · 1 year ago
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"You and I, we do it right // Hanging out on a summer night" - La Mancha Screwjob - Weezer
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I got a couple different anon requests for nickles, so here's a nickles!
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confettipopsoda · 1 year ago
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Can you please do more Jax comics or mabey an Jax animation(it could be like 0.5 frames per second idc lol)
I'M SURE THIS WAS MEANT FOR SOMEONE ELSE, BUT I FIGURED I COULD MESS AROUND WITH IBISPAINT'S ANIMATION PROGRAM
I hope it's acceptable, even if it's a bit lazy and amateur :3
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mintymx · 1 year ago
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Thinking about this... Just nice to see Sanji feel/be his age and open up about his dreams without the fear of being ridiculed for it :’)
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diy-fire-water-pups · 8 months ago
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I'm going to bite all of you, you're all so cute <3 nom nom.
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"We like to nom on Zuma's ears since when we were puppies in training. He didn't mind it back then."
"They're very munchable. And he still doesn't mind, he just plays hard to get now."
(( Bonus under the cut ))
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ifindus · 10 months ago
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I just love your family art <3
can I request other siblings that you usually not draw? Italian bros, german bros, North American bros, monaco and france etc. there are others but I can't think of them in the moment right now🫣
Thank you! 🥰
Of course you can! I'm always up for drawing things that aren't the Nordics - the variation is great and I love figuring out how to draw different characters ✨
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zinnie-zoloft · 1 year ago
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I was thinking about Jason liking Roy because he subconsciously reminds him of Catherine Todd and made myself sad because there’s so much potential angst there
Then I realised a much funnier scenario exists where it leads to Jason accidentally calling Roy mom
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m0thwinged · 1 year ago
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librivore42 · 2 months ago
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Do not go gentle into that good night
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Behold! Another secret Withers gift, this time for @acrowsrockcollection! Ao3 link right here, and the fic text under the cut if you'd rather stay on tumblr. Do not go gentle into that dark night (1302 words) by Librivore42 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale/Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Gale & Karlach (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Gale (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: ruminations about death, this can be read as shippy or platonic, both are valid so I've tagged it as both Summary: Gale and Karlach both know they don't have much time, and the unfairness seems to hit all at once. Nobody else can understand, but they can at least comfort each other, can at least hug tight and rage and weep.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas
“So we’re both going to die.”
Gale hadn’t seen Karlach shake this hard since the so-called Paladins of Tyr. But that had been anger, dangerous certainly, but unstoppable, indomitable. This was a very different sort of anger, full of fear, despair, helplessness, her fire drowning in the unshed tears he could see in her eyes, clenched fists trembling.
“Karlach…” at least with her second upgrade he could touch her shoulder, a small blessing in the middle of everything. After Mystra. After Gortash. After their fates had been signed and sealed. She would not survive outside the Hells, and he could not survive the end of this quest.
Killing Gortash should have been cathartic. But she was just drained, exhausted, held up only by anguish.
“You have to die to kill the Absolute or whatever. Just so I can die after that. Or before. It’s not fair.” Her voice cracked as she shrugged him off and pinned him with a stare that sent a sharp crack of pain through his heart. “It’s not fucking fair!”
That had been him a year ago. Unfair, unfair, he had so much life left to live, so much world to see. Yet even as he’d started to accept the fact that he would die if he didn’t keep feeding the orb, there hadn’t been that… resignation that had crept up once Mystra had given him his orders. There had still been a chance to keep going.
“I-” He cut himself off from saying he understood, because he didn’t. This was hardly comparable. He’d done this to himself. Even his death would be of his own making. Karlach had never been given a choice from beginning to end.
“What’s the point?” she burst out, and he blinked, wondering if he’d missed a crucial part of the conversation while off in his own thoughts.
“Pardon?”
“What’s the point of saving the world, then? Neither of us are going to get to see it.”
He nearly flinched at her anger, though it wasn’t directed at him. “You don’t mean that.”
“Putting myself on the line for years, for years and all I get is-” she gestured helplessly at the sky. “Nothing. Doesn’t feel like there’s a point to do it again. I should just go get drunk. Stop myself from feeling until it… happens. Not like you’ll need me there, you’re off to go blow yourself up and that’ll fix everything, won’t it?”
“The blast will certainly have enough power to-” “Gods!” Her flames burned hotter, hot enough that he had to take a step back, and maybe the anger actually was directed at him this time. “You’re just going to lie down and take it, aren’t you! Any one of those gods could probably wave a hand and fix all of this. Mystra could just fix you, I bet she could, but she's as petty as Zariel.”
“If she could, I’m sure she wouldn’t-”
“Oh, oh! So she can suddenly stabilise it, right, which she didn’t do for a year but she can’t fix it? And Mister Full-of-Questions doesn’t even question that? We’re just things to them, Gale. Just toys to be played with and thrown away when our owners get bored of us.”
She took a deep, shuddering breath, and he wasn’t sure if it was resignation that made her flames dim, or whether she was making an effort to hold it together. She reached out and gripped his shoulders so tight they hurt.
“I hate that I have to die. But I think I hate it more that she’s telling you to kill yourself. And you’re just… going to do it.”
For a long moment, his ready responses failed him, rising and falling before they could even reach his lips. “This is the only way we can guarantee victory.”
“You’re not even going to try. You still have room to try.” Low. Bitter. Her voice should never have to sound like that. It was made for joy and hope. He felt his heart break just a little more, cracking slowly by degrees.
The pain in his left shoulder lessened to a dull throb as she moved her hand to rest against the orb peeking out from under his clothes. His own hand lifted as if by its own motion, resting on the skin that housed the furnace where her heart should be.
“I don’t want to die, Gale.” The tears started to fall, hot and helpless as she clenched the hand over his chest into a fist. He held it close as he nodded gently, thumbs soothing over the back of her hands as she sobbed. She needed a hug, though he was completely unsure if she’d accept one after she’d shook off the touch on her shoulder, so he simply took the contact she was willing to give. “I can’t pretend it’s not going to happen anymore, or that it’s too far away to worry about. And I can’t just… be resigned to it. I don’t. Want. To die.”
“Neither do I.” The admission felt like stepping over a cliff, and his breath caught in his throat. Any second now he was going to hit the ground, his heart was going shatter on impact, and he was going to weep. He couldn’t, he couldn’t. He had to be strong, this was Karlach’s time to mourn the choices she was never given, not his to pity himself for the ones he’d made.
She stared at him for a long moment before dragging him against her chest, strong arms encasing him, and after a shocked and endless few seconds, he clutched at her like a lifeline.
“Then don’t.”
“But-”
“None of it was your fault either.”
Shattering like ice, melting at the corners of his eyes.
“You don’t have to sacrifice yourself to be forgiven. Anyone who demands that doesn’t deserve you,” she said fiercely, voice still stained with tears. Tears dropping onto the top of his head, tears wetting her chest. “You have to live.”
“I wish I knew the magic to save you,” he whispered.
“Don’t say that. Say you already have a plan. You aren’t going to die, because you have a plan to save me and you need to see it through. Even if it’s a lie, just tell it to me so I can believe it until we- until we...”
The gods should have done something a long time ago. There was nobody less deserving of this death than she was, so full of life and kindness.
It wasn’t fair.
There was no wizard powerful enough to save her.
But perhaps a god could.
His mind flickered, briefly, to the book about the crown of Karsus in his bag. If he could get his hands on it, rather than dying, if he could reforge it and learn to control it-
And if he failed, he’d have doomed everyone. He pressed against her, feeling her shake as a strange sort of grim determination ran through him.
It was worth it. He extricated an arm from their embrace and took her cheek, pulling her face down to look him in the eye, all trace of tears gone in this new, terrifying sort of tightrope he’d found himself on, halfway down his freefall from that cliff of grief.
“I have a plan,” he said firmly. “A real one. And I’m going to live and see it through.”
The gods and devils had left this world to wither away as it will. But perhaps he could tip the scales, and make it more worthy for such a good heart to live a long and happy life in it.
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Thinks about how butterflies and specifically monarch butterflies are drawn to sunflowers.
Thinks about how e2!Gem had monarch butterfly wings and how Pearl showed up on empires with sunflowers in her hair.
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