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Hi everybody! After a few days where I've been feeling anxious for seemingly no reason, I realized that I've been on here too much. Checking in every morning and night feels more like an urge or an obligation, and I just don't feel as excited about posting or interacting here. Scrolling through tumblr is basically a distraction to me at this point, from getting myself to do more things I enjoy like making art. That doesn't mean I'm gonna disappear completely though! I will check in every now and then to look at things, but I likely won't be talking or reblogging very much.
I do know some of my mutuals are on other platforms, and I might try to reach out sometime, but mostly I'll be trying to find more things to do outside of social media.
In the meantime, I wanna let you guys know that the time I've spent sharing my Rabbids art and talking about these silly games with you have been awesome, and I hope you keep having fun with your art, whether you continue to draw Rabbids or move on to other stuff! Thanks for being super cool, I'll see you around!
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Bella's ref sheet teehee
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This petition is by Rashida Tlaib, a Palestinian American congresswoman. Please sign to urge Biden to stop sending aid and weapons to Israel.
There is a donation request afterwards but the signature itself just requires name email and zip. There is also an option to sign from outside the US and select your country. The petition is a little over 33,000 signatures away from its goal as of posting.
Please let me know if any of this information is incorrect or misleading. Please feel free to add other verified petitions.
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SHOP IS LIVE!!!!
thank you everyone! and also, happy black history month... rbs extremely appreciated, I'm meeting up with my immigration lawyer soon to start my citizenship paperwork, and that costs money 🥹❤️
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‘Just Co-Workers, Right?’ a phandrow drabble by paletteprime. (JUST the sfw version)
heya! so I decided to finally write something up that Im actually happy with for these two. I hope you guys like it as much as I do, as well! ^_^ for awhile, while writing this I was pretty sick, and mentally unwell. so, writing this actually helped me feel a lot better. anyways, heres some phandrow for ya! hope yall enjoy! :-]
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As per request by the operatic ghostly figure that ran the television network, the poet had been escorted to Phantom’s changing room, his quarters, so they could speak about some business for the network itself. Woodrow had been taking a break from poetry, and felt that writing screenplays, rather than any limericks, would be a better way for him to cope with his terrible luck.
His friends, and acquaintances, Sweetlopek and Dryad, had vouched for him, and encouraged the poet to go forth with his idea. Phantom, shockingly, obliged to said offer, planning out several days to speak with the warden for business purposes. Though, the poet was surprised that his feelings about the musician, the one he was once inspired by, would turn romantic.
Over the past meetings the two thespians had, Woodrow had began to feel warmer when he was around Phantom. Safer. Happier.. It was no surprise, he felt the same way around Sweetlopek and Dryad. But, with Phantom, it was a different kind of warmth and happiness.
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“I hope you don’t mind, *mon plus cher poète,”* The musician spoke softly. “I brewed us some pumpkin spice tea... Which, if I recall, is a favorite of yours, *oui?”*
Woodrow snapped out of his own thoughts and mind as he smelled the fresh scent of pumpkin, making his, usually floppy, ears prick up. He adjusted his glasses, which regularly attempted to slide off his face, and thanked Phantom for the drink, holding onto the cup delicately as he blowed on the tea to cool it down faster.
“So, Tristan..” Phantom adjusted his own collar, making sure he appeared elegant and clean. “I heard you were… Beginning writing of your own show.”
The poet glanced up from his cup anxiously, paws visibly shaking gently as he heard the tone of his business partner’s voice change. “W-Why… Yes.. I— Suppose I have…” Did he? He was unable to remember at the moment. The poor thing was too focused on not breaking the musician’s precious, beautiful cup.
“That is…” Phantom paused, making Woodrow gulp silently. “Absolutely wonderful!”
The poet would be caught off guard by the sudden praise. Phantom leaned closer to the other side of the table where Woodrow sat. “I had actually read more of your poetry before we scheduled our next meeting. I’m quite excited as to how your production will turn out. I just know it will be extraordinaire!”
“… You read my work..” Woodrow whispered. His voice was trembling, and so were his paws. He sat the musician’s cup down, terrified he would drop it, and terrified that Phantom had read even more his horrid work…. Horrid to him, anyway.
“Why, of course!” The musician adjusted himself, getting more comfortable in his seat as he held his wine cup, swirling it around. “It’s merveilleux when such a writer like you can implement your own thoughts into your limericks.. J’adore..~”
“Y-You… love it?” Woodrow was still shocked that Phantom actually adored his writing. Nobody but Sweetlopek and Dryad had, so when someone like Phantom did… It hit him a little differently… A lot differently.
Phantom leaned in even closer, giving the warden his most promising, warmest smile. “Of course, ma chérie Tristan..~”
Suddenly, the poet stood up from his chair. “I-I think…. I should go..” Tristan, what are you doing?
“.. Already?” Phantom frowned, a hint of disappointment in his tone.
“… I..” Woodrow stammered. The musician arched a brow, unaware of the poet’s sudden panic. Perhaps he did something to make him act out?
“No need to elaborate..” Phantom cleared his throat, placing his glass down onto the table. “.. Would you, at least, have some time to finish your tea?”
“… W-Well—“ Woodrow thought to himself. He was already shocked from the musician’s praise of his work, catching the poet off guard. He really did act foolish around the musician.. He shook his head again, unable to fully get out of his dissociation.
He didn’t know what to do. Recently, he had spoken with his friend who he had known for the longest time, the friend that was always by his side no matter what. And, surprisingly, the feelings he felt were normal..
Finally, after a good few minutes of just standing like a fool, the poet snapped out of his own thoughts, .“… S-Sorry.. I— Yes.. I have some time..”
Phantom watched as the warden sat himself back down, a worried expression painting over his own face. As Woodrow anxiously reached out for his tea, the musician grabbed it for him.
“Your.. Paws.. Are shaking enough as is... Here..” The musician had grabbed a different cup for the warden to use, so he wouldn’t be so worried about breaking the other.
Woodrow darted his eyes away, adjusting his glasses nervously. “… I-I should control my tremors..” He stammered. A soft, gentle paw was placed on his shoulder by the ghost, who was close to his side.
Phantom looked into the warden’s eyes through his glasses. “Mon ami… Did I do something wrong to make you so anxious? You seem quite flushed..”
“No! N-No.. You didn’t… Do anything..” the poet assured him. Woodrow’s paws slowly grabbed the musician’s, holding onto it in his own. “Mr Ph— Tom…” Woodrow stuttered, “I… I-I have something to speak to you about..”
The musician’s ears perked, looking into the warden’s eyes firmly. “Oh? What about, Tristan?”
The poet went silent, then sighed softly under his breath. “Tom… We’ve know each other… for just a few months now.. And I-Ive noticed that— I’ve been…”
Woodrow stopped himself, unable to speak further. He wouldn’t— No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just tell Phantom that he’s in love with him now. But, both Sweets and Dryad told him to do it when he was ready… And he was.
“… Tom…” The two rabbids stared directly into each other’s eyes, both serious and close to one another. “I… I lo—“
Before the poet could finish, the musician’s lips met his own, Woodrow sighing dreamily into the kiss and immediately kissing back. Phantom held him close, and the poet did the same, their kiss passionate… Deep.. The moment felt so unreal… But, shockingly, it wasn’t.
“Mmmh…” The musician hummed softly into the passionate kiss, Woodrow softly trembling in Phantom’s arms. The poet reached for the musician’s hair, stroking it from behind. For a good few minutes, the two thespians were kissing ever so passionately, Phantom deepening the kiss.
After a moment, the two broke the kiss, both still staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you as well, ma chérie Tristan..” Phantom cupped the warden’s cheek. Woodrow stared into his eyes, his own tearing up softly. Silent tears stained his cheeks, and even through his glasses, Phantom could sense relief.
“… I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, liebchen..” The warden spoke, his voice shivering. The musician’s thumb caressed his cheek, Woodrow’s own paw placing atop of Phantom’s, nuzzling into his touch lovingly. The musician smiled softly, his eyes half-lidded and focused only on his muse.. his colleague.. his lover.
#OOOUUOOGGGGGH THIS IS SO CUTE 😭😭#writing reblog#mario + rabbids#phandrow#phantom of the bwahpera#rabbid woodrow
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Since it’s February, I wanted to try something special for this month! Valentine’s Day and ship art commissions will be $10 off of the original prices!💞
Send me a message or contact via email: [email protected] if you’re interested or you have any questions
For the original commission prices, info, and queues, please check here
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A Palestinian father playfully balances his son on his right hand at the beach in Gaza City early one evening.
The coast of Gaza has grown increasingly popular over the years. It had always been a sight for weary eyes but with Israel’s siege denying Gazans the freedom to move, its seemingly endless seascape offers, for many, a very tangible escape, even if only temporal. It has also become a very popular family destination. Entire meals are prepared, served, and eaten here, and it is not uncommon to stay the night, father, son, and all.
Photo credit: Ali Ali, June 2013. (via smpalestine)
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Actually I was thinking about the piece I just wrote- all of those are real theatre superstitions, and there are indeed many more! And in my experience actors do take them at least semi-seriously! I actually really love the "theatre curse" trope and writing about Phantom so much is making me stage-sick... I swear to the gods this rabbid is going to get me back into theatre more than years of sitting around being a coward and feeling bad about it ever have-
OK BUT ANYWAY MY POINT IS, do you remember when Phantom gave Rabbid Peach roses at the beginning of Rayman in the Phantom Show?!
Idk if the devs intended this but it's at least my headcanon: HE WAS TRYING TO SCREW THEM OVER RIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING! He gave the heroes flowers BEFORE their performance! Of course he would know the meaning of it, he's a literal theatre ghost, no one would know the superstitions better than him!
Flowers before a show = bad luck and bad performances!
I honestly can't remember if I ever put this together or mentioned it before. We had so much speculation going around back then, lol. But I don't think so. I feel like we were all just focused on if he was trying to butter up the heroes sincerely or not. I think I completely failed to consider this aspect.
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It’s this time of the year again!
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looking at (vetted) gofundmes for people trying to escape palestine and i don't know how many of you actually click on the gofundme links you reblog but i would like to point out, for what it's worth, just how amazing it is that so many have raised so much money. it may overall feel like a drop in the ocean but the fact that several gofundmes have raised tens of thousands of dollars is amazing. it is so expensive to leave gaza right now, and people still need money after they escape. but regardless of what propaganda the US, UK, canada, and other western nations are trying to pump out, people across the world are doing what they can to help these people survive. many of them are still very far from their goals (like this one and this one and this one) and some of them are very close to high goals (like this one), and some of them have reached almost double their original goal.
and that's not even addressing direct aid or organizations that take continuous donations for distribution of food, menstrual products, etc. the PCRF has raised $16,000,000 of their target goal of $20,000,000 to fund current aid and long-term relief efforts in gaza. ANERA's febuary 13th update discusses the material ways they helped palestinians today:
(ANERA donate link)
my point is, it often feels like the world is turning a blind eye to palestine. but i would like to point out that there is an important difference between "the world" and "western political leaders and media narratives". a breathtaking amount of real people, the people who make up the world, are trying to help. in the face of israel attempting to commit genocide, the world is saying No. These people deserve to live. and literally sending millions of dollars internationally, through the internet connection that israel has desperately been trying to destroy.
it may not feel like it matters in the grand scheme of things. but to the people who get fresh clothes, or a hot meal, or blankets, or the kids who get new toys, or to the people who are able to bring their families to safety, it matters to them. go make someone's day better. i've linked so many options with ways to do that.
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I've been sick, but I still wanted to draw something for Valentine's Day so here's Jeanie and Sullivan!
I was gonna draw a silly Valentine's themed pinup of Phantom but then I thought perhaps I should draw some characters I don't see as much art of. Might still draw the pinup lol
Have a lovely Valentine's everybody!
#i thought i was gonna hate this but i'm actually quite proud of how it came out#my art#mario + rabbids#rabbid sullivan#mario rabbids jeanie
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My collection of clothing references for writing.
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Merry Valentine’s Day ! 💌
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in this february 14, my heart goes to everyone who's suffering in Gaza, to everyone that has lost a loved one in this genocide. They deserve better. Free palestine
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Happy waa-lentines day from diamond city's least eligible bachelors
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THREAD OF INFORMATION FROM BISAN’S RECENT TIKTOK LIVE ON FEBRUARY 12TH — user ItsMaybeMadi on X ( Twitter ) PLEASE READ!!
LINKS IN THREAD:
BISAN’S GOFUNDME.
DONATE TO UNRWA.
PLEASE SHARE THIS !!! REBLOG/SHARE DO WHATEVER. PALESTINE NEEDS YOU.
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Le important day in meme history has arrived
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