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qalrey · 9 months
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my take on rarity! the gems represent bursts of motivation/inspiration :3
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rad-roche · 1 year
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nick valentine in the medium of vib-ribbon for the ps1
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scoobydoodean · 3 months
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officialrailscales · 18 days
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1 can per host? ❌ Multiple cans per host? ✔️
Ampule RDS Tool
- RS
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tayasigerson · 1 year
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Edgar’s tools
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blanq · 1 year
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this killed my hand
speedpaint under cut
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my4lg1c-p1err0t · 8 months
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hi everyone i made some cow tools blinkies
Please reblog if you use or save any!
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mistgardens · 1 year
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Caramellnetzach
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frenzymutt · 2 months
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Young Lloyd drawing!
I actually really like this :D
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heartnosekid · 6 months
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dry pine cone resin river table | source
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ygodmyy20 · 1 month
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Let. Me. OUT.
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bericas · 1 year
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yesterday you were in front of me; woke up this morning, all of a sudden, you're a memory.
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rorotoru · 2 months
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Splatoon: Hagure Vol.1 | Ch.1 | Sc. 1
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Series info hagure.carrd.co ⚠️Version without flashing imagery and Video ALT ID.
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scoobydoodean · 4 months
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I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback. All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man? Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up.
Sam Ghosting Bobby | 3.11, 4.01
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pianokantzart · 5 months
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Decided to post a timelapse of a comic page, just for giggles.
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zeebreezin · 23 days
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7 Minutes to Daybreak, or a story of the past told through a pocket watch. Flash fiction below the cut because the formatting made it long (it’s all item descriptions!)
-> [Check]
A pocket watch, brand new and sparkling in the darkness. You bought it with your first proper paycheck down here - the first decent wage you’ve ever had, really. Each tick sounds like an opportunity.
-> [Check]
Oh god, is that the time? Nights of recruiting for the Commodore’s little project have absolutely destroyed your sleep schedule, it seems.
-> [Check]
Your pocket watch. The casing has gotten a little pockmarked by the sea spray - or Zee spray, as that’s apparently sticking around. It’s a small luxury, one of the few you have on this desolate rock. At least it’s almost over.
-> [Check]
The way the dawnlight catches off your watch's face is rather hypnotic. You’ve had to stow the old girl in your breast pocket, for now. It’s so easy to slip into the light these days. But there’s work to be done.
-> [Check]
Small carved notches circle the face of your pocket watch, dividing it into 7 minute intervals. Your partner’s gotten into the habit of claiming he can get what’s needed out of a poor soul in 7 minutes or less - so the notches have proven quite useful, recently.
-> [Check]
Your pocket watch, recently shined to a sparkling finish. It sits warmly in the pocket of your new coat - a symbol of a rank you never could’ve dreamed of on the surface. Not a spot of blood remains on the thing, anymore.
-> [Check]
You can still remember the day you bought this watch, uncertain of the amount of money you held in your hands. Would the man who bought it recognize you?
-> [Check]
The tarnished metal of your pocket watch now bears what are most definitely bite marks in the metal. Perhaps you shouldn’t have let your son play with the d__n thing after all.
-> [Check]
You have a meeting tonight. You shouldn’t be late.
-> [Check]
Your pocket watch, once again stained by the zeesalt. The lights of Varchas are a long way off, yet. You count the seconds.
-> [Inspect]
The Gregarious Commander’s pocket watch. It’s easier to identify than his body is, despite the damage to its casing. It’s done.
-> [Examine]
Your father’s pocket watch. They gave it to you at his funeral, and among the hymns and weeping, the soft sound of its mechanism gave you some comfort.
-> [Examine]
It’s very, very late. Even through this haze, the watch will tell you that. Would your father have disapproved? Laughed at you? Laughed with you? You don’t know.
-> [Examine]
There’s so many scratches on the watch’s casing. The Theatrical Technician offered to help you set the mechanism in some finer metal, once, but you never accepted.
-> [Examine]
26 hours, 45 minutes, and a handful of seconds have passed since they abandoned you. You’re not sure when you’ll stop counting. Maybe you never will.
-> [Examine]
Your father’s old pocket watch. You’ve taken to wearing it more openly as part of your disguise here in London. It’s not particularly in fashion, but the weight in your pocket keeps you steady.
-> [Examine]
You’ve run out of time, haven’t you?
-> [Examine]
The entire trip back home, you were hoping there’d be a sign. One last clue. Something you could use, a reason to beg to stay. There was nothing. You watch the minutes tick away.
-> [Examine]
The pocket watch lays scattered atop a half dozen blueprints and schematics, plans to birth the dawn into a true sun. You have nothing else, anymore.
-> [Examine]
Your father’s pocket watch. The light - light from the sun you built - that dances across its metal tastes like freedom.
-> [Examine]
A new mechanism sits inside your old pocket watch. A necessary evil, considering the time difference between here, New Winchester, and London proper.
-> [Examine]
It’s lonely, up here. Every hour feels an eternity.
-> [Examine]
Your eyes glance across your pocket watch as the crystalline agony courses through you. How long do you have left?
-> [Examine]
Something’s changed.
-> [Examine]
The old, tarnished metal of your pocket watch burns hot in your hand. Hearts beat to its tempo. Eyes blink to its tick. You can never let it go. You can never fall out of time. Never.
-> [Search]
You scan the debris of the once dreaded locomotive for anything of interest that might float by. A metal banded glass hand clasps a small, brass pocket watch in a death grip, despite it being completely severed from its owner’s body. The watch itself is nothing to write home about - despite a complex mechanism, the style is hopelessly out of date. Not to mention the fact that it’s horribly banged up. If it wasn’t for the fading correspondence scrawled into its case, it would be completely unremarkable. Yet, the symbol exudes an undeniable power, despite the mechanism going silent within. There is not a doubt in your heart - this belonged to the Scintillating Harbinger, the glass wracked menace of the skies you just struck down.
[Take it? - Y/N]
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