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su1c1d4lpup · 2 months
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What if we kissed under the autism tree?
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guest-15 · 8 months
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Memz Animated Sprite
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Finally got around to making another one of these SMRPG style sprites. I wanted to make one for @rulamantic character, Memz, since I like this little gremblo's design (also it was the perfect excuse to practice making tv static and glitch effects). I really wanted to make more of these during Artfight, but I ran out of time before I could. Here's hoping I can get good enough at this for next year's Artfight!
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lonelyascendantlammi · 9 months
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Day 4!
fuck you
(this won't be the only post, but thought it'd be good to break this account in. for more info, see the carrd in my bio)
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rottenconmi · 2 months
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HIII EVERYONE
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY<3
in honor of this keep silly valentines with virus humanizations
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TW BLOOD
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donpanictowel · 6 months
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cherrybeetle · 1 year
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real
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su1c1d4lpup · 2 months
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leclsrc · 11 months
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wake up babe its # leclsrc3000 time... can we get a breathing deeply and bouncing legs for some wedding vibes w/ charlie (We being me and my 4 cats)
test run – cl16
Filled with nerves, Charles asks for advice on his vows.
auds here... i would love to see the cats <3 hope u like this!
“Okay.” Charles fiddles with his tie, blinks a few times, and takes a few nervous breaths. He’s confident in the words, but still his eyes find refuge on the tattered, folded-up script he’d spent the plane ride over reading and scribbling to perfection. “Okay, here goes. Don’t judge with the edits.”
“Do you remember when we first met—you made fun of my parking, and I bought you a coffee, and we stayed in the café until it closed at midnight? The coffee was shit, but I was full of energy all the same. If I told myself then I’d be marrying that girl, the parking bully who joined me in making fun of the coffee, I’d be shocked, yes. But I would also be happy. Everyday I get to be with you is shocking, because you’re the best person I know. But there are a few things you—and a lot of people in the crowd—don’t know about how we met.”
He gulps and reads over the lines for a bit. “For starters, I wouldn’t have parked outside that café if Lorenzo, my brother, did not pester me to get him a croissant at nine in the morning. And he wouldn’t have wanted the croissant if Pierre, my good friend, didn’t post a picture of a croissant the day before. And Pierre wouldn’t have posted that picture if he was not gifted a box of them by Lando. I could go on and on, but the sentiment stands, in a sort of soulmate roundabout way. I was destined to find you.
“It’s difficult for me to say the words I want to say, which is why my reception speech will be in Italian.But this doesn’t mean I don’t love you—in fact, I’m convinced it means the opposite. My love for you, however new it is in my life, can last me my next five lifetimes. I love our crazy days together, I love your coffee order, and I love that you still bully my parking. I love you, my dearest.”
He stares at the last two words, my dearest, which he’d written last minute. As he does, he realizes his knee’s bouncing with nerves and he has to manually stop it, lost in thought. It reminds him of all the nicknames he uses for the people he loves, unique and a bit silly, but it’s a trademark of who he is in the end. It reminds him of kisses and love and the proposal in late November. 
Two heavy inhales and exhales, then he looks up. Across him, in a bridesmaid’s dress holding a bouquet of lilies, you allow yourself to smile.
The stunning realization that you’ve loved much too late, that you’ve realized the gravity of your feelings on somebody else’s wedding day, hits you, a spear to the back. You turn slightly and face the window, watching the wedding prep on the lawn outside, trying with quiet desperation to blink your tears away. You hope he doesn’t ask too many questions, because you’re short of words; selfishly, all you really feel like saying is stay. It was a long time ago, being in love with him. But he let it go. It’s you who’s still tethered.
He comes up beside you. “Was it good?”
“Amazing. She’s going to love it.” In the pain and the haunting and the regret, you only wish you were lying.
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saraminia · 2 years
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Dan Levy via IG stories (Oct 10, 2022)
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jonesyjonesyjonesy · 9 months
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the only thing more kingly than john paul jones is josh homme not introducing himself in the tcv lineup in order to introduce john paul jones for a second time
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