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sharptoothed-gaze · 10 months ago
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Damn now my ass is really concerned about Etoiles… I don’t wanna be parasocial, but now I’m sitting here feeling a bit stressed after hearing that his health is worsening.
Like,, that’s genuinely so sad and upsetting. Even though he’s a stranger to me, the idea that things are going bad for him hits. He’s, as far as we know, such a good person, so that fact that he’s not doing well rn really sucks to hear…
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icewindandboringhorror · 2 years ago
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Bad news, got back from the vet and my beautiful baby son is going to have to be put down soon, probably tomorrow or the next day, so send him best of wishes for his next few days~ Luckily, he's actually not in a lot of pain (for now, hopefully he won't be) and is acting pretty normal, so I'm hoping he won't suffer at all and everything will be peaceful for him.
#pet death tw#death mention#let me know if I need any other tags#I would post something to help pay for his euthanasia expenses or etc. but I don't know of any secure methods#since I don't know much about stuff like that. I've heard that like on paypal and ebay and stuff people can still get your real name#and some information from their payment receipts or whatever sutff like that. thats part of why I've held off on selling clothes and sculpt#res for so long is trying to find a way to do it that's the most safe. aside from literall yhaving to start an llc and open a business bank#account and run everything on an entirely sepreate thing just so it has no association with my name and etc.#and obviouskly I don't feel like figuring out all of that stuff right now lol#I am busy just trying to make my beautiful meatloaf son comfortable and spend some time with him whilst I can#It's sad. but I'm glad the issues were caught before he was in terrible pain or anything. So suprisingly it was actually a pretty easy#decision. I would rather him go out while he's feeling okay and relatively content then wait until he's in severe#pain or extremely lethargic or etc. So it seems all very sudden but . It's better that way for him.#anyway#of COURSE this has to happen during a heat wave also.. hhrgghhh...#more fuel for my vendetta against summer lol.. Not that it's the season's fault but. something bad happening in the winter#vs. seomthing bad happening in the summer which just adds an extra layer of 'oh yeah on top of everything else#you're going to be sweating and nauseous and chronically uncomfortable!' is like.. >:T#Also for him. part of the issue is lung cancer which has spread and caused a bunch of fluid to build up in his stomach (which is what I#noticed. even though he's acting perfectly fine and normal his stomach was weird and bloated suddenly)#but if part of the problem is his lungs (which look absolutely crazy on xray) then him breathing in hot shitty thick air is definitely#not as comfortable as if he were able to be nice and cool and snuggled in some blankets. etc. etc.#ANYWAY ghhb... send him much luck and positivity!! Really hoping he can make it through the next day or so without#taking a turn for the worst. So hopeing for a peaceful quiet exit and not like tramatic sudden things. etc. etc.#cross your fingers pray to your gods whisper to the night sky so on and so forth. whatever you do that's meaningful to you.
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pigswithwings · 1 year ago
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the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they've been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now
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holydramon · 2 years ago
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HELP I GOT SPOILED FOR A DIGIMON SURVIVE DEATH
(heads up that I mention the character and chapter in the tags)
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0fps · 1 year ago
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I have news for you, boy… Behind you is none other than the traitor of the Xianzhou! A criminal, forever banished! The High Elder of the Vidyadhara… Imbibitor Lunae!
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shepscapades · 1 year ago
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[Part 1] [Part 2] [PART 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]
Finally! Part 3 is here!! yippee!!! As a refresher, this takes place at the beginning of season 9, when Doc and Xisuma try to boot Etho back up after he shuts down pre-Season 8 Finale, set to the vibes of Joywave’s Destruction from DBHC Etho’s playlist! Ouguguh I’ve been looking forward to posting this part so much; it has some of my favorite shots so far… something about the grey-fade of Doc going into shock, something about the last two pages with xisuma and doc’s expressions… idk!! i really loved working on these :] Hope you’re enjoying the horrific, horrific ride!! =w=
As a partially insignificant but Special-To-Me note: Xisuma has always referred to dbhc doc as “Docm”— this is actually the first time X ever calls him “Doc.”
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ruporas · 1 year ago
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all I wanted was to save them... (ID in alt)
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royalarchivist · 6 months ago
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Richarlyson: You're skinny sir, are you eating well these days?
Pac: Not really. To tell you the truth, I've been eating... I stole, together with my son, we stole some cupcakes from the Federation. I ate some, but I know chocolate isn't the best thing to eat, right?
Richarlyson: 12 kilos D:
Pac: 12 kilos?!? No– what? My god. My god... Am I malnourished, Doctovo? Am I- Am I malnourished?
Richarlyson: You weigh less than a pitbull, sir.
Pac: Less than the singer? Damn... [Laughs]
Richarlyson: [Hits Pac]
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buglaur · 1 year ago
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fireworks show 🎆
material preview version is very cute also :)
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i struggled with the lighting on this one so badly, but it turned out alright in the end.
i actually started it last year for new years 2023 but never got around to finishing it, hence no progress pictures this time sadly lol. i do have a very low-res, first draft, test gif though
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stills 🥳
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s4ndg3m · 7 months ago
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hear me out on scag x split guys. they both start with "s" it's practically canon.
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alarrylarrie · 2 months ago
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Yes please do the tarot ❤️
Okay so first a disclaimer:
I am not a medium. I do not see or speak to those who have gone before us. Tarot isn’t a way to talk to them, anyway. It’s more like a way to ask questions and get guidance? So to speak?
I believe that we all have a team on the other side that is like… assigned to us? And they can sort of help us if we ask them. If we want their help. Like they root for us. But they don’t like, step in and change our path- because we all have free will.
All of that said. I do tarot pulls sometimes to ask my team for an answer when I’m feeling real lost.
Tonight I was wading through my grief when I decided to pick up my two best decks and ask one simple question: is Liam at peace now?
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Basically. Yes. At least, that is what I see in these cards.
The magician is a yes answer, and it symbolizes healing. The voyage card shows me that he took his voyage to the other side and he made it safely. 💜
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orb-weaving · 2 months ago
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Skeptic, a normal and well-adjusted person with no praise-related issues.
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whumptellsnolies · 2 months ago
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What Is Love? (A Pet Whump Poem)
cw: themes of abuse, vague mention of nsfw [This is not what love actually is, but a Whumpee's thoughts about what they've been told is love. Please read with caution]
What is love?
Love is being fed. A meal means you've done a good job, and you deserve something for it.
Love is being petted. The ruffles of the hair, the scratches behind the ears, the stroking of the cheek. Gentle touches.
Love is going for walks. Seeing the outside for the first time. Being able to enjoy the leash. Smelling fresh air.
Love is getting displayed. Being cared for enough to be shown off in front of others. Seen as beautiful, a thing to treasure. Precious. Owned.
Love is being used. Nothing is better than bringing pleasure to those who want it. It's simple to understand, harder to perfectly accomplish, but the rewards are always worth it. I promise you.
And love is being hurt. Loved enough to be taught what is right and wrong. How to properly behave, and what happens when you misbehave. It is knowing when you need correction, and when you've done the best you possibly can. It is taking the stick even when you believe you've done nothing wrong. It is obeying everything the first time it's said, even when you disagree.
That is what love is, to me.
-Whumpee
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luck-of-the-drawings · 9 months ago
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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]
saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS#REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT#NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS#THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of#another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her#idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had#when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think#i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that#AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE#I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME#THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL#in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad#this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi#gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show#i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM
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markscherz · 1 year ago
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I salivate at the thought of skinning you alive
oh good, I thought I'd been left out. [for context to the reader, this is a reference to this post (I hope)]
On the spectrum from crocodile to passerine, I can only hope that human would be closer to crocodile, but not so close to be quite as tiring.
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the-broken-pen · 5 months ago
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hi I saw your recent post I hope your moving went smoothly!
I have a loose prompt, if you wanted/had time/had WiFi to write: an interrogation room meet-cute between villain and non-field agent hero
As soon as the door clicked shut behind them the hero realized they were in the wrong room. A very wrong room.
They blinked. The villain blinked, taking them in.
“You look lost.”
“That’s rude,” they responded before they had the chance to think about it. “I work here.”
“Do you now,” the villain said, and the hero grew abruptly aware of their jacket stamped with the Agency logo, their gloves marking their designation as a touch based hero. It was a miracle they didn’t turn red with the embarrassment of it.
They tried the doorknob behind their back. It rattled, but didn’t open, and internally they started screaming. Just a little bit.
“They don’t open from the inside,” the villain said helpfully. “Security risk, or something like that.”
“I know that,” the hero snapped, and the villain raised an eyebrow. “Sorry.”
The apology blurted out before they could stop it.
“Did you just ‘apologize’ to me?” The villain looked at them incredulously.
“Uh,” they managed. “Funny question.”
“Funny—“ the villain cut themself off. “It’s not a question, I literally just heard you apologize.”
“Maybe you should get your hearing checked out,” they offered, and winced, because apparently every sane part of their brain had fled to France and left them with a singular suicidal brain cell.
The villain’s mouth was slightly open, as if they weren’t entirely sure what was happening. The hero shared the same sentiment.
The villain glanced at the camera, then back to the hero.
“You’re not a field agent,” they said, as if it was dawning on them.
“You don’t know that,” the hero said defensively.
“You’re holding a file.”
“Field agents are capable of holding files,” the hero replied. “Kind of rude of you to assume they can’t.”
The whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of the villain’s mouth.
“Sorry,” the villain said, and it was just barely mocking.
The hero rocked on their heels a bit, drumming their fingers on the file in their hands.
“They’re taking a while to get you out,” the villain observed.
“Yeah, Bob’s on duty.”
“Oh, so Bob doesn’t do his job?”
The hero jerked. “I did not say that.”
“It was kind of implied, though,” the villain said earnestly.
The hero had interacted with villains before: ending interviews for files, the odd informant. Never held a conversation though, and certainly not for this long.
This was why they didn’t do field work.
“What, no response?”
The hero smiled, sickeningly sweet. “I’m compiling commentary to add to your file.”
“So you admit to not being a field agent.”
“Continually makes assumptions, poor listening comprehension…”
“Not a very long list,” they pointed out.
The hero felt their smile sharpen. “The rest involves curse words.”
The villain barked a laugh, and the hero jerked slightly in surprise.
The villain regarded them like they were deciding something, as if they could see something within the hero that they themself couldn’t.
It had been a long time, longer than the hero would like to admit, since someone, anyone, had looked at them like that.
Like they mattered at all.
“I like you,” the villain said finally, slowly, like they weren’t entirely sure those were the words that were going to come out.
“You also like crime.”
“And you know how dedicated I am to that,” the villain said pointedly, a glint in their eye.
“How sweet,” the hero managed after a moment. “This is exactly why I became a hero. To be compared to felonies.”
The villain just smirked. They peered down at the handcuffed hands, then looked up at the hero. They weren’t sure when they had moved away from the door, closer to the villain, but somehow it had happened.
There was something warm to this; it sat in the hero’s chest, light and airy.
“I’ll text you when I get out. Say, next week?”
“You’re going to jail,” the hero reminded, mouth dry.
The villain grinned. “Right,” they drawled, amusement splashed across their face. “Jail. Which is where I am going. And where I shall stay. Absolutely.”
Something clicked, and the hero didn’t have to look under the table to know the villain had slipped their cuffs.
Despite their best efforts, their eyes flicked downwards, like they could see the now empty cuffs below the table. The villain grinned further, as if in challenge.
Are you going to tattle?
The hero swallowed.
“I’m really not supposed to be in here.”
“I’ve gathered,” the villain said. “You work the desk all the time?”
“Yes.”
“Personal choice, or…”
“I like it,” the hero said defensively. “It’s just puzzles, and I’m good at those.”
“Puzzles?”
“Putting things together,” they said vaguely. “Routes and evidence and all that.”
The villain’s brow furrowed, as if they were mulling something over. Their gaze returned to the hero, and it was searing.
“You’re the one who found me, aren’t you.”
“Oh,” the hero said, blushing. “That’s-I’m not—“
The villain leaned forward. “Am I in that file?”
The hero tucked it behind their back.
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
“No,” the hero said with emphasis. The villain laughed.
“You’re bad at this,” they said, but it was fond.
“Thanks, I try,” the hero said. They were waiting for the villain to stand up, but they seemed content to just sit there and watch.
“Mhm,” the villain agreed, and for some reason, the hero flushed even further.
The villain’s gaze snapped to the door, and they tilted their head as if listening to something.
“They’ll be here in a minute,” they said. The hero blinked. “To get you out,” the villain prompted.
“Right,” the hero said. They had forgotten they couldn’t leave, but the villain didn’t need to know that. They had a feeling they knew anyways.
“I’ll call you,” the villain reminded.
“You don’t have my number,” the hero protested.
The villain gave them a look. “You’re cute. Do you like pizza? We could do pizza.”
“We could never speak again.”
“Funny, I’ve never heard of that restaurant.”
“You—”
“Oh look, they’re here!” The villain said cheerfully.
The door swung open, and someone the hero vaguely recognized stepped in.
In the next second, the hero was in the hallway.
“Oh, and love,” the villain called, and the hero cursed themself for blushing. “Don’t be jealous of the other felonies. You’ll always be my favorite crime.”
The hero ducked their face behind the file, but they couldn’t stop the pleased smile that crept from the corners of their mouth.
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