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cache-e · 3 months
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End!! World!! Normopathy!! Anniversary!!
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yippee. one year old song...
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ehlihr · 1 year
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Move In Day!
comic for class
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Page 1 Nod: Vell, does it make sense to you? Foley: … Like… Sorta? Nod: Ech! You useless, pathetic little freak- Foley: Hey! Nod: Fay-rouuuuuuuz! Foley: Ugh, not Fayrouz. Fayrouz: Yuh-huh. Nod: Get in here! Foley is beink useless to me. Fayrouz: Yo-kay.
Page 2 Fayrouz: Classic Foley. Foley: Rude! Fayrouz: So- What’s the deal? Nod: Sigh! Foley: So dramatic. Nod: So… there vas this voman- Fayrouz: Hot. Go on. Foley: Oh moons, not this again.
Page 3 Nod: I was on the subway, going southbound. And as I stepped onto the platform- I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. And I fucked up, I think- I made eye-contact.
Page 3 Nod: I was on the subway, going southbound. And as I stepped onto the platform- I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. And I fucked up, I think- I made eye-contact.
Page 4 Fayrouz: Ooooh. Foley: Yikes. Fayrouz: Yeesh. Foley: I mean- that’s like the golden rule- Fayrouz: Woof, I mean… making eye contact? Jeez… Nod: I know. Fayrouz: Like, who knows what she was. Nod: I know. Foley: Smells like fairy to me. Fayrouz: Oh, that was totally a fairy. Nod: I know. Foley: Classic fairy. Fayrouz: The last thing we need in this house is fairy shit. Nod: I know. Foley: Was she even hot. Nod: Yes. Nod: Vell, it’s not like I told her my name, you clowns. Also, ve vere goink opposite directions, so- *KNOCK KNOCK* Nod: Oh fuck Foley: Oh you really fucked it, Nod. Fayrouz: You literally jinxed it- that’s fairy shit.
Page 5: Fayrouz: I could hex her. Foley: I could eat her? Nod: Both of you stop. I’ll go and get the door. Vatever. Foley: Hate that idea. Nod: God, shut up, Foley.
Page 6: ???: Hello!!! Foley: Oh fuck! Fayrouz: Oh, she knows we can’t say no- Nod: Vell… at least ve have a spare room.
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elidoesartss · 5 months
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Guilt.
Clearer versions under the cut!
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farwyxla · 3 months
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mockingbird-l · 1 year
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spillat · 4 months
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Two kinds of artist friends
(My friend drew the little German boy, milk._flavored._lacroix on Instagram)
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And then just the Fayrouz. I tried to 'redraw'(?) that one CRUORMOR(??) drawing.
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IT WAS ALSO REALLY FUN TO BE ABLE TO SHADE + DETAIL HAIR TRADITIONALLY AGAIN
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darkkpearl · 6 months
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وتشرب من عيني ...
فيروز خلال جولتها في الولايات المتحدة سنة 1971.
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milkiwaymw · 11 months
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who?
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boos-el-wawa · 20 days
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Fairuz —Nihna Wel Amar Jeeran (We’re Neighbors With The Moon) // Composed by Rahbani Brothers ℗1974
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cache-e · 4 months
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Old Habits, New Help.
TW - Self harm.
@reiayanamiisbestgirl
Notes •• Fayrouz took Kennith in as a student - this takes place in the Qualia Automata time - this is based on RAIBG’s AU/timeline - I personally have never gone through self harm in any form/known anyone who’s gone through it, so I’m sorry if this is inaccurate/disrespectful.
Fayrouz Khalid was a respected woman. And she had a student that she tutored in her free time, and that student’s name was Kennith Simmons. Kennith had issues, and they were a bit worse than the average seventeen year old’s issues. Fayrouz cared for him, no matter how much her cold and blunt personality said otherwise.
Fayrouz hadn’t seen Kennith nearly all day. Not that she noticed much anyways since she worked nearly the whole time. It was nearing lunch time, and she took a break to make Kennith a sandwich since he always forgot to eat and was a terrible cook himself.
A knock at his door; “Kennith, I have your lunch. Come out here and eat it.” Fayrouz waited for a moment, hearing Kennith shuffle in his room. His voice was shaky when he finally responded, “I-I’ll be out in a minute…” “No,” she started. “You’ll come out and eat now, lest you forget and go back to whatever you’re working on. What are you working on anyways?”
The panic in Kennith’s voice was clear, “it- don’t come in, it’s nothing!” Too late, Fayrouz already got the door open. The first thing she registered was the blood running down his arms. The second was the box cutter in Kennith’s hand. Kennith stared up at Fayrouz like a deer in the headlights, dropping the bloody blade with a thud.
“It’s not what it-“ “Save it, Kennith.” He looked guilty; guilty that he’d been caught, guilty that he couldn’t stop himself, guilty that it was the only release he could think of. Fayrouz looked at him with a stern gaze before entering the room, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him off to the bathroom. Kennith winced slightly as her cold hand grabbed the fresh wounds.
Fayrouz sat him down roughly on the closed toilet and started rummaging through the medicine cabinets. “I’m disappointed in you, but I’m not mad.” Kennith glanced away, attempting to avoid the lecturing. “You always have to resort to such extreme measures, and it’s terrible for your physical and mental health.”
Fayrouz finally found the bandages, gauze and hydrogen peroxide. She sat on the edge of the bathtub, taking a cotton ball dipped in hydrogen peroxide to the cuts to clean them out. Kennith couldn’t help but show his pain when the burning sensation started. Fayrouz grabbed his other arm and did the same, the usual cold expression visible on her face. She was lecturing him in Arabic, but only knowing English, Kennith couldn’t understand a word.
She wrapped the gauze around his forearms before pushing up his shorts a bit to see if he’d also been cutting his thighs once again. Thankfully, he hadn’t. “I swear, I’m going to make you pay for the bandages sooner or later. You don’t need to resort to this, Kennith. It’s unhealthy.” “I know, I know,” was his only response as he pulled his arms back. Fayrouz stood up, “as I was saying earlier, lunch is on the table. Don’t take it to your room again or you’ll inevitably start an ant infestation.”
Fayrouz put the supplies away and walked out. She was always this harsh and stoic, but little actions like this towards Kennith made it seem like she genuinely cared. Kennith looked down at his fresh bandages, sighing with his own actions. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom, walking to his space at the table.
He didn’t have many people, but he had a mother-like figure at the very least.
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ehlihr · 1 year
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they’re runnin!
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elidoesartss · 8 months
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Finally after hours I finished the painting. The colors are off but I still like it a lot!
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adnaaz · 1 year
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ويروح وينساها وتدبل بالشتي🌧️
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omniiamoustafa · 10 hours
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في أمل إيه في أمل.
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