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eggy-computer · 1 year
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A Change of Heart
aka "face the consequences of your actions until you have a change of heart." Similar to A Gentle Curse, but focused more on the "karma" and change aspect.
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you'll need:
a jar (any size, any kind. i used a spaghetti sauce jar)
a white candle (for cleansing the jar)
white table salt: purifying
chili powder: fast results
hot sauce: repelling the negativity from the situation
coffee: gives energy to the spell, grounds it in reality
your written intentions
a taglock of the person you wish to affect
garlic: protecting you from any negative outcomes
sun water: growth, changing outcomes, healing
cleanse the jar with the candle's smoke. add ingredients in order, while visualizing your target and intent. seal the jar, and shake it as hard as you can. whenever you have a toxic encounter with the person, shake the jar asap to recharge the spell.
if spell does not succeed, consider therapy. /lh
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chipistrate · 3 months
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TRASH AND THE GANG TRASH AND THE GANG TRASH AND THE GANG TRASH AND THE GANG TRASH AND THE GANG
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themetalhiro · 7 months
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Sanji playlist reveal (if u want to share:)??
HDHSHAJ I CANT REMEMBER IF I MENTIONED I HAD ONE?? OR IF YOU JUST CLOCKED ME AS THE TYPE, BUT HERE:
There’s no particular order to the songs, or specific genre. But lmk what you think and if you have any new ones to share!
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lightningidle · 10 months
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I wonder if Gwen and Margo ever talked about preferring to hang out in the Spider-People headquarters? It was kind of a throwaway line that Margo is spending her time as an avatar there because her own dimension isn’t great to be in (which I imagine is compounded from her home situation and everybody being terminally online) but given that Gwen is basically homeless for the duration of the movie, I wonder if they ever hung out at HQ together, off the clock. I know that for many Spideys, a bad home situation isn’t out of the norm, but since Margo had a specific line about it, and Gwen’s home situation is so bad, I’d like to think it became a point of connection for the two of ‘em. 
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emdotcom · 1 year
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We're not doing the bi lesbian/pan lesbian label gatekeeping shit again. Shut the fuck up.
"But it's hurting lesbians!" Only a privileged fool thinks including more people is the same as oppressing another group.
"But that term doesn't make sense!" So? It doesn't have to make sense to you, or to anybody else. It just has to make sense to the people who uses it.
"But it's just made up!" So is the entirety of language. These scribbles I am typing out are made up. The meanings behind those scribbles, the sounds associated with them, & the meaning all those sounds & scribbles have in conjunction is made up. Every single identity & term is made up. It's all made up.
"But I don't like it!" This isn't about you. Learn to close your tiny bitch lips, 'kay?
"But attraction to--" Literally stop.
Ask yourself why you care, or how it could possibly hurt you. Does this matter?
These terms are old, older than you. How people decide to use them now is down to that individual.
You do not get to decide what that label means. If you want to know, look into it's history, or talk to somebody that has used that identity. You don't get to dictate what those words mean for every person, let alone who can or can't use them.
The queer community is a community. That means there will be people doing & saying things you've never seen or heard of before. They are still one of us. They are still a part of our community. You do not need to understand them down to their finest detail.
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honestly i'm so glad i stopped caring about Primed Shit's Fucked way before the login rewards offered it to me bc thinking about it now, trying to make use of that mod would've only caused me grief
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itspileofgoodthings · 5 months
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catmanbowser · 2 years
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I like the dynamic between the super sons where dami is like, "yeah my father told me to babysit his colleague's son >:/ ...Anyways he's my best friend now >:)"
And theres jon, "im not a baby and i dont need a babysitter. Im trying my best okay >:( I mean he IS pretty cool so yeah he's my best friend now :D"
Something like that
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cyber-streak-extra · 7 months
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Like Gone & Grief, this is a “What if?” scenario. The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01
Title: Too Late
Description: Funtime Freddy has a fun and exciting time as he deals with Oswald and the rabbit.
(TW: Blood+injuries/dismemberment)
(TW: Death)
Ralpho opened his eyes. Looking around, he remembered that he was in the living room, the lights off—some of the only light currently coming from the TV.
It seemed that it was paused—there was still nearly an hour left of the rom-com. It was the fourth one that the two had settled on watching—after having coming back from a walk.
So far, the rabbit’s favorite film of the bunch had been the second one. Among other reasons, he thought that one of the characters had reminded him of Spring Bonnie.
Spring Bonnie. Honey Bun? The rabbit looked around—and found himself surprised by how he failed to realize something. He was laying on top the bunny.
He knew that’s not how he’d been originally—he’d been sitting beside Spring Bonnie, head against his shoulder. So, Ralpho guessed that, at some point, Spring Bonnie changed positions.
Ralpho looked at the bunny. His eyes were closed. Although, Ralpho wasn’t sure if Spring Bonnie was actually asleep or not. It had never seemed like he could.
Though, he could remember his Honey Bun telling him about nightmares—or something that at least felt like one. Spring Bonnie always seemed so scared after it—at least for a moment.
He’d told the rabbit once about how something horrible had happened to both him and Oswald. Ralpho had never been good with nightmares—or anything similar—yet he listened to Spring Bonnie, at least.
Ralpho could remember having his own nightmares when he slept—although they were never all that often. He usually never remembered his regular dreams, or nightmares.
The last one he’d had—which he could at least vaguely remember—involved the rabbit being back at Camp Etenia—although it had seemed pretty different.
Ralpho didn’t know if the bunny was aware that he was awake or not. But, the rabbit decided not to say anything—even if there was something he wanted to tell Spring Bonnie.
Settling on telling Spring Bonnie sometime later, Ralpho laid his head back down against the bunny’s chest. He’d never noticed until now, but it felt a little fuzzy.
As he reached down, grabbing hold of one of the bunny’s hands, Ralpho closed his eyes, slowly falling back asleep. He felt a gentle squeeze around his hand.
...
Funtime Freddy stared up at the rabbit that he held up in the air. As he squeezed the rabbit tighter, the bear’s barely functioning tail began wagging.
Ralpho glanced between the bear and the concerned Oswald. Oz and Honey Bun have had to deal with this guy before? He flinched at the grip tightening again—yet Funtime Freddy didn’t do much else yet.
Both Oswald and Ralpho could hear a strange noise—it was happening repeatedly—and Oswald was sure that he had started hearing it earlier, shortly after Funtime Freddy first appeared.
From where the boy was standing—being kept in place by the bear—he could see an occasional movement from his storage tank. Is... Is he trying to open it...?
Ralpho was struggling. His hands were wrapped around Funtime Freddy’s arm, trying to pull it off—trying to get out of the bear’s grasp—but it wasn’t working.
Neither were the rabbit’s kicks. He managed to kick his legs twice—both times hitting Funtime Freddy square in the storage tank—but that did nothing. Except make the bear laugh.
This was the rabbit’s first time ever seeing the bear—yet he knew that this wasn’t Oswald’s. Ralpho didn’t know any of the details of the previous encounter—except that Funtime Freddy hadn’t succeeded.
On the way to the building, he’d heard the bear rambling on and on—among the things that Ralpho had managed to catch, he’d heard Funtime Freddy say “Silly Millie”, and decapitation.
The rabbit needed to get Oswald out of here. He needed to get him back to Spring Bonnie. Ralpho wanted to get back to him, too. It just seemed like doing that was a little difficult right now.
Right now, more than anything else, Ralpho would love for him and Oswald to be doing anything with the bunny—maybe try watching another rom-com.
Instead, the two were dealing with a broken bear who wouldn’t stop laughing, and wanted to kill them. Ralpho didn’t even understand how he’d found them—had he been following for a while?
“Little Ocelot,” The boy looked up at the smirking bear. He didn’t like that new look in Funtime Freddy’s eyes. “What should you do with a stuffed animal?”
Oswald blinked. What? “I... you should just-“
“Wrong!” The bear chuckled, interrupting the boy before he had the chance to even finish. “Wrong, Little Ocelot!” The bear’s tail was wagging again.
“The correct and only answer is to tear them apart! It’s fun!” Funtime Freddy laughed in excitement. Oswald and Ralpho didn’t. The rabbit glanced down at Oswald.
He opened his mouth to speak, only to get caught off guard when Funtime Freddy slammed him against the wall—keeping him against it with his arm. A groan escaped the rabbit.
In the process of pinning Ralpho to the nearby wall, Funtime Freddy had roughly shoved Oswald away. As of now, the bear found himself more focused on the rabbit.
“You know...” Funtime Freddy stared into Ralpho’s eyes, the rabbit’s ears lowering, and quite a large frown on him. “I hear that rabbits have a lucky foot...”
Ralpho’s eyes widened as the bear grabbed ahold of his left leg—the grip as tight as possible. “I wonder if it’s true for the whole leg...” Funtime Freddy pulled.
...
Ralpho sat there, a pen in hand, and staring down at the paper. He grinned. On the top, it said “Things I Love About You, Spring.”
Below that, the rabbit had already written over forty things, yet he wasn’t done yet. He figured he’d probably have to use the back, or even get another piece of paper.
Ralpho had already settled on giving it to Spring Bonnie at some point—as part of his confession. Although, he still didn’t exactly know when that would happen—he was still planning things.
When he heard footsteps approaching the area, Ralpho’s eyes widened, and his ears twitched. Not finished yet! Looking around, he tried to find a place for the list.
The rabbit proceeded to take his hat off, stuff the list into it, and put it back atop his head. Just as he finished doing that, Spring Bonnie entered, walking over to him.
“Hey, Spring,” Ralpho smiled up at him.
...
Oswald covered his ears as Ralpho began screaming, but that barely did anything—he still heard the rabbit’s pained screaming. Funtime Freddy laughed again.
The boy tried to look away—watching the blood began coming out of the rabbit, but he found himself unable to do so—or move in general. He wanted to help. But he couldn’t.
As Funtime Freddy dropped Ralpho and the leg—tears and blood spilling from out of him—the bear noticed something else. He’d heard the sound of something opening. Glancing down, he grinned.
“I’ll be taking this!~” Funtime Freddy chuckled. He reached down, picking up the leg, and placing it inside of his storage tank. He tried to close it, but found that he couldn’t.
Turning around, Funtime Freddy faced the terrified Oswald. He slowly began approaching. “You know what, Little Ocelot?” His eyes glowed brightly, “I think I’ll tear you both apart!”
“N-No...” The collapsed rabbit reached towards Funtime Freddy, who was getting closer to Oswald—who, in response, was backing away—and reached for his ankle.
Funtime Freddy paused at the action. His head turned away from the boy, and he looked down. He was silent for a couple of seconds, debating on what to do next.
Quickly, and without warning, the bear reached over, wrapping an arm around Oswald to keep him in place—all while flipping Ralpho over, and stomping a foot down on his stomach.
“You’re going to get to watch, Little Ocelot!” Funtime Freddy revealed, giggling happily. “And then, it’ll be your turn after I finish up!”
Reaching down, he took hold of Ralpho’s left arm, and quickly started pulling and tugging at it. Ralpho cried out—and Oswald began thrashing around in the bear’s grasp.
“S-Stop it! Stop hurting him!” The boy begged.
New tears were forming in the rabbit’s eyes—and falling—as Funtime Freddy continued. All three of them could hear the arm ripping—could see it ripping—could see the blood coming out.
Ralpho glanced towards his other arm, and then back up at Funtime Freddy. The rabbit threw a punch—hitting the bear directly in the face.
It didn’t do anything—except for making the bear start to laugh. Through said laughter, he gave the arm one final tug—and that was it.
He didn’t stop laughing to himself as the arm finally came off, and as he heard Ralpho begin to scream again from the pain. He watched the new blood spill onto the floor.
Funtime Freddy only held onto the arm for a couple more seconds, before simply tossing it away. Unlike the orange rabbit’s leg, he didn’t feel like keeping the arm.
“Did that hurt?” The bear smirked, tilting his head to the side. The only responses he got was a whimper from Ralpho, and the boy calling out for the rabbit, while thrashing around in his grasp once more.
Oswald could feel his own tears beginning to form and fall. As he called out Ralpho’s name again, the rabbit lifted his head up, shaking.
Rather quickly, Funtime Freddy came up with what he wanted to do next. He set Oswald to the ground, shoving him quite far. Then, he reached down.
He picked Ralpho back up by the throat, quickly tightening his grip, and he started to pull his arm back far.
Ralpho turned away, blinking the tears away—only for new ones to start forming and falling moments later. Through them, he stared at Oswald.
The room the three of them were in had two doors—but they seemed locked. Ralpho wanted the boy to get out, though. He noticed a vent not too far from where Oswald was.
“O-Oz..!” The rabbit managed to call out. “L-Look... you... you need to-“
Ralpho froze. Gasping, with widened eyes he looked away from Oswald, he looked down at himself. Funtime Freddy’s arm had gone straight through his chest.
Looking behind himself for a moment, he saw that it had gone all the way through—coming out of his back. Ralpho screamed as Funtime Freddy pulled his arm out.
Funtime Freddy laughed as he watched Ralpho fall to the ground. He stared at the hole he had left, and then at the blood that was being spilt—some was on his arm, unsurprisingly.
The rabbit lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, shaking.
...
Ralpho refocused on the bunny in front of him. “Which, actually, reminds m-“ He stopped halfway, and stared.
As he felt his ears go up, he heard a gasp manage to escape him as he stared at the beautiful flowers. He had to hold in a laugh that was filled with surprise.
He couldn’t believe this. Nearly for the entire day, Ralpho himself had been planning out a little (or, rather large), speech for Spring Bonnie. He thought it would be a nice way to confess.
It seemed that Spring Bonnie had beaten him to the whole confessing thing—but it was a rather pleasant surprise. He thought it was cute.
As Ralpho stared at the flowers, he realized that he found himself staring at the orange and blue ones. They reminded him of himself. Smiling, he looked back up at Spring Bonnie.
“Aw, Spring...!” The rabbit cried out, leaping. He wrapped his arms around Spring Bonnie—and he felt the bunny wrap his own arms around him quickly.
Staring at Spring Bonnie with a growing smile, he felt his nose touching the bunny’s. Spring Bonnie hadn’t let go of the flowers.
“I love you, too!”
...
Ralpho turned his head, staring at Oswald. The boy had run over to him, and was kneeling beside the rabbit. “R-Ralpho...” Oswald whispered.
“Os-... O-Oswald... I-“ The rabbit cried out as the pain was getting worse. He tried not to look. “I’m fine.” Ralpho wanted to tell him. But he didn’t look the part.
“I will be fine” Ralpho had thought of telling him next. But... would he? The rabbit didn’t know. Nothing like this had ever happened to him—he’d never experienced this.
The worst he’d ever been hurt, until now, had been the times when he’d received the patches on his leg and arm—and both of those had been small and simple.
Honey Bun...
Ralpho, with his remaining arm, pointed. Oswald looked—and he noticed a vent after a moment. “There...” The rabbit muttered, his arm falling back to the ground.
“O-Oz. Yo-Y... You need to... g-go.”
Oswald opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of laughter coming from Funtime Freddy, who had been watching.
“Well, this has just been-“ Funtime Freddy stopped himself, ears twitching. He looked around, then down at the two of them.
“Did you hear that, Little Ocelot?”
Oswald stared. At first, the only things he could hear were coming from Ralpho, but then, after a second, the boy heard something new.
Footsteps. They were loud. They were approaching rather quickly, by the sound of it. The footsteps, from what all of them could hear, didn’t sound like a human was making them.
Funtime Freddy stared towards the main door of the room with a frown. Then, he glanced towards the side door of the room. The bear made up his mind.
“Well, bye-bye, Little Ocelot!~” Funtime Freddy bolted away from the two. He made his way towards the second, smaller door, almost tripping in the process.
He ripped the door off of its hinges, and ran.
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Ralpho!? Oswald?! Spring Bonnie managed to get the door open, and hurried inside. Am I-
He had immediately began scanning the room, and he felt himself tense up at what he spotted. The bunny’s eyes shrunk. Ralpho...?
Blood. There was blood. There was so much of it. It was coming from Ralpho. There was an arm on the ground that he noticed—it wasn’t too far from his son and Ralpho.
Spring Bonnie forced his legs to start moving again, and he rushed towards the two. He could see everything better once close up—but the sight was even worse.
Ralpho was bleeding. His arm wasn’t on him. His leg wasn’t on him—where was his leg? The rabbit had a hole in his chest. Spring Bonnie felt the remnant and agony getting worse.
Shaking, Spring Bonnie knelt down beside Oswald and his son. I should have gotten here sooner. I should have gotten here sooner. I’m sorry!
As he reached over to try and pick up Ralpho, he heard Oswald speak up—his voice barely above a whisper. “He was protecting me...”
For a moment, he’d glanced towards his son as he spoke, and it didn’t seem like his son was hurt. He could only give his son a shaky pat, before looking back at Ralpho.
Spring Bonnie, at first, had been attempting to try and pick Ralpho up—wanting to carry him out of here—wanting to find him help. Could Jackie help, he wondered?
Although, the moment he’d wrapped his arms around Ralpho, trying to be as careful as he could—and attempted to lift him—the rabbit cried out.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Spring Bonnie began repeating.
Spring Bonnie wanted to do something. He wanted to get Ralpho and Oswald out of here. He needed to. He needed to get Ralpho help—but could Jackie do anything?
He didn’t want Ralpho to be in pain—but trying to get a hold onto him to get him out of here had caused the rabbit even more pain. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...
Spring Bonnie glanced back at Oswald for a second. If he couldn’t move Ralpho, what if he had his son text Jackie to try and get her to come help Ralpho?
Though, that option was quickly thrown out the window. Spring Bonnie remembered that Oswald didn’t have his phone with him. He’d seen it in his son’s room after the two left.
In the back of his mind, he thought about asking Oswald to go find her—but, he hated that. Funtime Freddy may not be in here, but he was out there.
If he requested that, Oswald would be alone, and with Funtime Freddy still around, the bear could easily catch the boy a third time—the second time on the same day.
Spring Bonnie couldn’t leave, either—he’d end up leaving Oswald and Ralpho alone. What if, after he left, Funtime Freddy came back?
There was still the option of all three of them leaving in an attempt to find her. But, simply just moving Ralpho caused the rabbit further pain.
The bunny felt himself starting to shake more. Trying his best to be even more careful, he took hold of Ralpho, and pulled him closer—ears lowering as the rabbit cried out from pain.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be careful. You need help. Jackie can help you. Spring Bonnie wrapped his arms around Ralpho, and began to stand up.
Stay with me. Stay with me, please. You’ll be okay—she can help. Spring Bonnie stood up to his full height, holding the orange rabbit bridal style.
“Ho-H-... Honey... B-Bun...” The bunny stared down. Ralpho stared up. I’m here... I’m here now... He should have gotten here sooner. He should have gotten here before this happened.
As he stared at Ralpho, carefully beginning to make his way towards the door, he felt Oswald move to his side. You protected him... I should have been around to protect you both...
Ralpho moved himself around a little bit—resting his head against Spring Bonnie’s chest. He lifted his hand up, shaking, and rested it against the bunny’s cheek.
“Gl-G... Glad... to s-see... you...” Ralpho mumbled. “M-... Missed... you, H-Honey Bun...”
“Oz... is... okay...”
Just as the three of them reached the main door, Ralpho’s hand slid off of Spring Bonnie’s cheek, and fell down to his side. R-Ralpho...?
Looking down at the rabbit, his eyes were shut—Spring Bonnie wasn’t sure if he’d seen Ralpho even open them—and he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving.
“Ralpho...?” He heard his son say.
Feeling his body beginning to shake further, Spring Bonnie continued to stare down at the rabbit. Ralpho? Ralpho! No, no... no, please! Please... please...
He moved one of his own hands, and gently placed it on one of Ralpho’s cheeks—the first thing Spring Bonnie could think of to do was gently rub the rabbit’s cheek.
No response. The rabbit remained still. Spring Bonnie felt himself collapse onto the ground—the remnant and agony dripping onto the ground, and onto Ralpho.
Keeping the rabbit in his grasp, he reached down, and grabbed hold of his hand. He held it, and gently squeezed. Ralpho, please. Please, please don’t go. Please... stay...
Although he didn’t hear anything—aside from some sniffling now—he felt Oswald hug him. He could only pull the boy closer. I’m... I’m so sorry, I should have...
Spring Bonnie had never had nightmares before—he’d have the flashbacks, but those weren’t the same. But, Spring Bonnie wished that, right now, he could have them.
He wanted this to be a nightmare—he wanted this to just be a nightmare that he suddenly had for the first time—and for him to wake up, and see Oswald and Ralpho with him, having not been captured.
I’m so sorry! Spring Bonnie held Ralpho closer to him, as more remnant and agony began leaking from his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t.
I’m so sorry...
He kept a hold on Ralpho, not planning on letting go. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry... both of you. I shouldn’t have suggested the idea...
Spring Bonnie shut his eyes. This wouldn’t have happened...
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eggy-computer · 1 year
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"Begone, Transphobe!"
Curse a terf! in minecraft! (actually!)
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You'll need:
a working copy of minecraft
in game:
redstone dust
white candles
campfire
black shulker box
a book and quill with your intent written inside (i wrote "May any terfs, transphobes, or any one else intending to cause harm against the lgbt community be harmed threefold")
a "poppet" (a totem of undying or mob head labeled "transphobe")
spider's eye
rotten flesh
wither rose
moon water (made by leaving a cauldron of water in the moonlight overnight)
a black candle
cast a "circle" by laying redstone down in a square around your desired area, place and light white candles in the corners of the square
to smoke cleanse, place a campfire
dig down a few blocks and place the shulker box
fill box with "poppet", book, spider's eye, rotten flesh, and wither rose. focus on your intent
place grass box on top of shulker box, effectively burying it
place a black candle on top of the burial site to "seal" it, and close your circle. opt: place redstone around the candle for extra potency
also!! dont do a curse if you dont feel prepared enough to do so/dont feel safe doing so!!
alternatively, you can do a protection spell to help protect trans people!!
real witches know that trans rights are human rights!
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chipistrate · 3 months
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MIDNIGHT MOTORIST REFERENCED
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sluttish-armchair · 14 days
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ADHD meds are working great right now so I started fixing the hallway.
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It looks much better this way. More 2001: A Space Odyssey-ish and less amateurish.
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dabingusbongus · 8 months
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The ten million things I have started today alone: Hey you gonna finish all this or-
My brain: HELL YEAH LETS MAKE A POKEMON TEAM FOR ALL OF MY FURBY'S !!!!!!
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bunnymajo · 4 months
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Was thinking about doing those "art over 2023" post things but I did so much art this year. There's no way I could evaluate it all properly. Heck there's still WIP pieces I've got backlogged, 2023 is year I just went nuts in terms of art.
So I just made a queue for all the nicer inked/colored pieces and I've filled it up to last until Friday
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aldoodles · 1 year
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Hi again! I'm the mob psycho tag anon. I actually just started reading the httyd books thanks to that wrong tag! I'm already on book 5 now. Your drawings are so very nice! They've really elevated my experience of the stories so far. Thank you for sharing your art with us and I hope you have a good day ❤️
This is the best possible news!٩( ^‿‿ ^)۶
Still sorry about my tagging oopsie daisy but I am so glad you found the Httyd books because of it! Thank you so much for your kindness!!!
I sincerely hope you are able to keep reading, they are so so much fun!
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torchiiko · 10 months
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godddd im watchingn a reddit video and the ppl in the stories are infuriating. i mean obviously but god these ppl cant be Real how are they so unaware
creepy guy traps a woman in the woods for 6 hours and comments on her physical appearance and "his bodys reaction to it". he sees nothing wrong with describing her as having "a slim waist and perfectly round breasts" he writes like a freak
guy finds out his gf writes fanfic as practice for a book she wants to write someday, invalidates it and calls it cringe, then jokes abt invalidating her phd bc she "wastes her time writing silly fanfic" to his family when he brings her over . What
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