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kurgy · 2 years
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man I might just. purge my art tag. like save everything to my hard drive but just get rid of it. keep some, my dnd art and my recent New Harbor stuff but other than that just scorched earth
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cardi-c · 4 months
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two bugs
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cerubean · 5 months
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finding townies and giving them a fresh coat of paint
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canon-gabriel-quotes · 4 months
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Gabriel trying to entertain an iPad baby as his confidence rapidly declines - A Compilation
Not going to transcribe these as its just songs being "sung" if you can call it that.
Anyway.
Chug Jug With You Audio Source
Happy Birthday Audio Source
Under the Sea Audio Source
Chug Jug (again) Audio Source
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milkbreadtoast · 4 months
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badump badump🫣🔥
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efplanning · 10 days
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into a million pieces if you have to...
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fiendishartist2 · 8 months
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"i do agree there's a resemblance. um. very strong resemblance between us"
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murdockmeta · 9 months
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thinking about moon knight having marc call steven the best superpower he's ever had during a really emotional moment and how that show handled DID better than just about any piece of media I've ever seen and. I'm sobbing actually. they equated his neurodivergence with being the greatest part of him after marc had spent so long trying to hide his DID out of shame. and maybe that sounds like bordering on glorification but it really wasn't. because they made it so obvious that what marc meant was that steven kept him ALIVE and that's the most he could ever ask for and anyway. whatever whatever it's fine
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lovesickeros · 9 months
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☆ the dove
{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k
Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.
She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.
And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.
It is for the best.
The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.
This..this one is hers, she has decided.
Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.
Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.
"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.
Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.
As it was meant to be.
"Yes, little bird?"
She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.
"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"
Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.
She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.
She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..
Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.
"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"
Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.
She will delight in that, too.
"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"
Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.
"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."
They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.
"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."
In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.
"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."
They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.
"Of course, Creator – just for you."
It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.
It is better that way.
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pup-pee · 2 months
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aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i havnt drawn in a little
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ihateornithologists · 26 days
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hashtag depression
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wrylu · 4 months
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wind waker link !
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sh4d0wstep · 4 months
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Vlad: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.
Danny: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.
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call him cake cause he's got layers baby
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soupysundae · 5 months
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evil artstyle challenge 🐍🍽️🫂
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raskolnikov-moved · 7 months
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Unlike how popular fanon depicts him, Komaeda's character straight up does not make sense if he was neurotypical and had "normal" empathy. He has low empathy and little remorse and appears to have something similar to anosognosia. He can't magically "heal" from these things just because they're inconsistent with your ooc viewpoint of him. I think people are just afraid of depicting low empathy as something value neutral because they either completely avoid it or erase it or demonize and vilify it and those perceptions are both dumb and ableist. It also shows a complete lack of knowledge of the source material and of mental conditions in general.
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