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shoomlah · 1 year ago
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HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY STEAM just wanted to share a couple of my favorites from the whole set! Can't believe that I got to draw these on company time baybeeeee 😎
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saeiken · 6 months ago
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🍴🍴🍴🍴
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i really like how the lineart came out so here it is on its own :>
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triaelf9 · 4 days ago
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Thank you Critical Role once again for a fantastic campaign, I'm gonna miss Bells Hells so much. Thank you for bringing us along for the ride, and can't wait to see what else is in our future from you all 💛
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improvapocalyps · 10 months ago
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You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)
In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!
Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)
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1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined
2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both
3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer:I just wanted to see him one more time).
4. Define two (2): Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore
5. True or False: i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.
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queezleish · 2 months ago
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‘You and I Have Begun to Blur’
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nikkodikko · 4 months ago
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"From beginning to end" a double page collage tribute to the horror podcast that forever changed my brain chemistry :]
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junebugdunes · 1 year ago
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shape language practice with the undertale crew
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zzoupz · 2 years ago
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I still feel like I'm not qualified to talk about this movie because I haven't watch it and probably will never get a chance to but... Him..
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boomposhpow · 3 months ago
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stanley pines the man you are
a better son/daughter by Rilo Kiley
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spudcat · 1 year ago
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nobody else in the world deserves to be lovingly tucked into bed with a bedtime story and a kiss more than it does
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m4rs-ex3 · 2 months ago
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2x02 // 7x05
hey so this is actually my favorite thing ever actually
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girlbossvicvega · 3 months ago
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ik it was intended primarily for funny show reasons but shassie is just a crazy dichotomy. Guy with commitment issues vs guy who commits too hard. Guy with no dad vs guy with too much dad. Guy with net negative social skills who desperately wants them vs guy with incredible insight into people who hates himself for having it. Guy who’s surly and mean to hide need to be loved vs guy who’s breezy and charming to hide need to be loved
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gaydexvocaloid · 10 months ago
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vocaloid whatsapp..
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royaltea000 · 4 months ago
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POV they just told their da shixiong on you
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magnapanther · 6 months ago
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drew hallownest's crown in its prime, before any stray wyrms decided to move in and create some random kingdom :3
surely the moths who built this fine statue would never turn their backs upon the being it represents, causing it to be forgotten and grow spiteful, seeding death and sickness in the interest of revenge!!
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ANYWAYS, i know it's not super complex, but i'm pretty happy with it. been trying to figure out how to draw rock/stone and clouds in a sketchier/looser style, so here's my attempt at that, if anyone has some tips/tricks for that it'd be super greatly appreciated!! :3
also felt like i'd been drawing a lot of super gloomy dark environments and was kinda stuck in a rut/art blocked, so i wanted to step outside my comfort zone :)
seriously though imagine some beautiful sunny day with multicoloured clouds and sunbeams shining down through the crystal peaks, refracting off crystals and stuff.... i'd love to see that in-game somehow dude
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inthehouseoffinwe · 5 months ago
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Finarfin Fades.
No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.
He’s so tired.
He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.
His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.
Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.
So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.
He sits. He waits.
And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.
…at least he’s smiling again.
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