#little cringe
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some-pers0n · 1 year ago
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I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery
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za1ka · 1 month ago
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pov: u want to order a drink but this guy keeps sprawling across the entire bar and chatting up divorcées, wyd
+ bonus: just checking
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identitycrisps · 4 months ago
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poneys
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thelostmoongazer · 12 days ago
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so i recently watched all the sonic movies
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zfedraws · 1 year ago
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Oh Tara, we’re really in it now….
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incredubious · 1 year ago
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comic I did last year that I thought was too self indulgent to post ever anywhere but .... here we r...
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eeniiart · 5 months ago
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pangur-and-grim · 5 months ago
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this might be cringe, but we had to write 1 page of description about something and I chose my favourite object in the whole world
From how it looks, the statue should smell like algae and regurgitated milk (like an unweaned kitten, if it fell into a pond). In actuality, its only odour comes from the thick blanket of dust it wears. Its four legs are stout, toe-less. Its tail stands straight like the pole of bumper-car, eager and tensed to wag. Two wet eyes peer up. They are black enough to see your own face reflected. Under them, the tight line of a mouth, melancholic and imploring. 
Tapping its stout back (and leaving fingerprints in the dust) would reveal that it is hollow. A living animal might contain organs, and bones, and even a swallowed meal, but this creature holds only air. It can produce no sounds of its own. It will produce no waste. It will never want anything, nor squeeze anything foul out of its rear, but still it seems to beg for sustenance. Being frozen only adds to this tension; staring at it, each would wait for the other to blink. This is why a slab of plastic meat has been laid before it. An offering, like cream and butter for a fairy.
‘Frog kitten’ is how the online listing described it, and accordingly, it has an amphibious lack of ears. Its square body, shaped like a loaf of bread, is covered in mouldy splashes of night-green and white-beige. Two dabs of a cleaner white across its back only serve to emphasize the drabness of its majority. Five rake-marks trail down one side: scars, wounds, the bright green of its meat bleeding through. Could the sculptor have scratched it with their fingers, deeply and deliberately? And why? Why create such a young, sweet creature, and then harm it? 
The creature has no anus. The creature has no ear canals. The creature has no urethra, nor cloaca, no mouth, nor pores, but it does have two penetrating nostrils. If you shone a light down those narrow passages, you could explore the hollowness of its belly.
Touch the creature, and it is cold. Stroke it, and it is smooth, but speckled with the smallest of lumps and warts. It is dry but shines as though wet with perspired oils. You cannot look at this mute dead thing without seeing it as alive. The longer you hold its gaze, the less of the dust you smell, and the more of the algae and the milk. 
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praple-art · 11 months ago
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i have ghost boy brainrot
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drit-writing · 2 years ago
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Here’s a snippet from my latest short story that I wrote in a 3 hour creative/edgy haze:
"In a way," she sighed. "I assumed no one would miss me." The deer-skulled man listened as the two walked, his head cocked towards the girl. Dew-speckled grass grazed against her bare feet, but there were no chirping crickets this dawn. She walked tenderly but not unconfidently, as if she were worried about the grass. The resonating silence echoed between the pair, impatiently urging them onward.
It’s titled Daybreak, and vaguely edited. I dunno, I tried to put in more emotion than usual so I didn’t want to change things around too much. The full thing is on my Wattpad.
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raticalshoez · 7 months ago
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Etho "I am not a protector" Slab
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cy-lindric · 4 months ago
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Hi! So, while scroling through Pinterest, i came across this art:
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which was credited to you. i cannot find the complet artwork in your profile, so i wanted to ask if youre the artist responsible for this piece.
(btw, your renditions of medieval clothing are beautiful!)
Hello ! I did make this a long time ago and the reason you didn't find it is probably because it's almost a decade old (and also very badly tagged). You can find the original post here. I think back then I had no idea what actual medieval clothing might look like, lol. How far we've come.
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cowabungacarl420 · 1 month ago
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Nickelodeon: we're cancelling Rise of the TMNT because of low merch sales.
The merch they were putting out:
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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 10 months ago
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posting this with absolutely no context
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cyanwyrmy · 12 days ago
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Baby Freddie with their auntie Julie :-D & Baby Emmy scowling at her parents >:-(
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thatonedudeinthecorner · 9 months ago
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Fuck it. Falin’s not home, we eatin’ monsters tonite.
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@gargoyl3city contributed in our group drawing board with a very important Chilchuck
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