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#will queue a few times too !
artbyzephra · 23 days
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Wanted to do Rauru justice - may sketch Mineru again soon
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sensazioneultra · 1 month
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so hi everyone i'm moving blogs bc i don't feel particularly comfortable and safe here anymore blabla but bc of that i'm not linking my new blog (+ side) directly. hopefully i can still find everyone on the new blog, i'm slowly following everyone again so you'll probably recognize me when i follow you or you can also ask me what the new urls are! love you
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14dayswithyou · 1 year
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💖 14DWY OFFICIAL PLAYLISTS! 💖
aka songs that make me think of these characters ^^ Ironically, it has nothing to do with the recent poll lol /srs
Ren | [REDACTED] Leon Violet Teo
BONUS! For the crackpot theorists & those who like overanalysing lyrics: here's a mystery playlist with 14 very specific songs: 9 songs based on the cast, 4 songs based on the game endings, and 1 bonus song based on Ren's introspection ^^ First person to correctly guess which song belongs to each character and ending can get a free art commission of their choice!!
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gavidaily · 11 months
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facsimila · 13 days
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hello my little sunshines ! it is with utmost Lula you're already slow as hell anyway that i must make the executive decision to say over the next few weeks i will be ... ! even slower. i'll be sending asks and posting this, that and the other thing. but i have a LOT on my plate irl right now. my commissions are closed but they are filled which means i have to do those, as well as starting proper driving courses, as well as my work hours increasing in spring / summer. please be patient with my ( already fickle ^^; ) social battery and activity ! i'll likely do some ask calls and horde them for when i get free time. just a fair warning. :"] thank you for stickin' around.
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fizzytoo · 11 months
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"do you like it?" "darling, i love it."
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solarpunkani · 8 months
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Ok fuck it you know something I've never really quite understood about part of the Leftist vs Liberals debate on voting.
So so so many people act like its either-or. Like you're either dedicating your entire life to voting and promoting politicians and phone banking or whatever, or you're a True Rebel waiting for The Uprising to Come and Solve Everything.
But like. In my experience. Me voting is just me kinda go 'which person seems kinda good? Which one at least sucks the least? ok lemme go vote.' and then its anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour tops of my life. And I still have plenty of time to do Stuff and participate in Conversations about Other Important Things. And also you can admit and acknowledge and understand that the system As Is kinda sorta really sucks ass, but also still admit and acknowledge and understand that at this current point in time we are still living in the suckass system and do something to alleviate the suckass At Least A Little while also working to bolster/create/advocate for Other Systems.
I guess just like. it's not a black or white thing. Between 'top 500 volunteers for a specific politician/voting office/etc' and 'absolutely positively not voting at all' there is a gray area called 'vote and then just do other stuff'.
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ahollowgrave · 21 days
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I've been trying to queue things more so as not to spam people, idk if it's working or if it's just double spam (':
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heybaetae · 1 month
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acr3ss-the-cosmos · 25 days
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Hello friends. Just wanted to give all of you a heads up:
My blog will be on a semi-hiatus until May 11th. I'm preparing to fly out of town on April 20th to visit family and will be there for three weeks, so my activity is going to be pretty low aside from lurking and catching up with the dash. I'll try to chip away at asks and drafts when I can, but I want to spend most of the time enjoying the trip as much as I can. My own mental health has also been on a big downturn, so I also want to take this time to decompress as best I can.
My IMs and d.iscord DMs will be open in case you want to talk to me about muses or anything else. I hope everyone has a great day, and please take care of yourselves ❤️
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yeehawbvby · 13 days
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I posted this once a few weeks ago but nobody interacted so I’ll post it again for good measure in case it just went unseen—
I stopped using the “friend art” tag I used to use because I realized how uncomfy it could be for some people :’)
Like I didn’t wanna be selective and end up hurting someone who thinks we’re friends OR look like a fool thinking someone is my friend when they’re not, but I also didn’t wanna start just tagging all my mutuals’ art with “friend art” and make them uncomfy
I just wanted y’all to know so nobody thinks I’m like. Ending A Friendship just bc I stopped using the tag or something
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schnaf · 4 months
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22 days until gaon's 22nd birthday
day 19 - gifs you can hear
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laundrybiscuits · 5 months
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(#50 please if you're still doing the spotify meme, and if not: hi!)
And I will not become / A thorn in my own side / And I will not return / To where I once was / Well I can break through the earth / Come up soft and wild
“That flight was absolute murder,” Nancy sighs, barging through their front door without so much as a by-your-leave.
She looks good. She’s wearing something casually fashionable, the kind of thing Eddie doesn’t even know the name of; it looks expensive, but knowing Nancy, it probably isn’t. She’s just got a knack for making just about everything look classy as hell.
“Hey, Wheeler,” says Eddie. “Can I get you a drink? An alibi, maybe?”
Nancy shakes her hair out of her face and laughs, reaching out to squeeze Eddie’s waist with one arm while she tries to wrangle her suitcase with the other. Eddie hugs her back and helps her lift the suitcase over the threshold. 
“Jeez, this thing weighs a ton. How’d you get it up the stairs by yourself?” he huffs. 
“I wasn’t by myself,” says Nancy. 
“Oh, did you bring the new boyfriend? Do we get to meet this one?”
Steve appears in the doorway, hauling another massive suitcase with a plastic bag hanging from his elbow. “Not exactly,” he says. “Ran into Nancy on the way home from the store—got back just in time to see her going head-to-head with the elevator.”
“Shit,” Eddie sighs. “I thought you told her it doesn’t work, last week when she called?”
“Oh, come on,” says Nancy, flopping down on the couch with a groan. “It’s been a long flight and I forgot, sue me.”
Steve reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. “Long flight, huh? Let me fix you a drink, and Eddie can help put your bags away.”
“Oh, can I? Generous of you, Harrington,” Eddie grumbles, but he’s already pushing some junk around to make room in the hall closet. “Wheeler, I’m putting your stuff in here, so you’re not gonna be tripping over it in the living room.”
“Thanks, Eddie,” says Nancy. “And, um. For your information, the new boyfriend and I actually split up.”
“Sorry to hear that,” says Steve, coming back in with a glass in one hand and two beers dangling from the other. He passes the glass to Nancy, who smiles up at him; Eddie snags one of the beers and takes a slow sip. 
Nancy’s talking to Steve about the split, sitting up and becoming more animated as she gets into it. Her hair’s been flat-ironed down to a sleek, silky finish and she looks incongruously glamorous in their living room; Eddie can picture her just like this on some talk show couch, describing her thrilling memoirs or something like that. 
She’s always been a pretty girl, but New York’s turned her into something else. Eddie’d bet none of her fancy city friends can even smell the cornfields on her. She still looks like the Nancy Wheeler he’d known all those years ago, but she’s a version of herself that’s been polished to a bright shine. More certain of herself; happier. Strong but delicate in a way that Eddie will never be, not in a million years. 
The light of stars was in her bright eyes, Eddie thinks wryly, and goes to join them on the couch.
“I wonder if Nancy thinks we look the same,” Eddie says around a mouthful of toothpaste. 
Steve nudges him over to spit in the sink and glances up. “Like…that thing where people start to look like their dogs? Is this about me growing out my hair a little? Because I told you, it’s not gonna look anything like yours—”
“No, asshole,” says Eddie, sticking an elbow into his side to shut him up and also to reclaim the sink. “I didn’t mean the same as each other. But you should cut your hair. And wait, did you make me a dog in that analogy? Never mind. I just meant, I wonder if Nancy thinks we look like the same people we were a few years ago.”
“Are we…not the same people we were a few years ago?” Steve sighs. “No, okay, I get what you’re saying. Like how Nancy looks different now.”
“Exactly, yeah.” Eddie rinses out his mouth and leans against the counter as Steve does the same, casting a glance back out to where Nancy’s lightly snoring on the pull-out mattress in the living room. 
“I mean…she’s got a New York look, right? Maybe we have a Chicago look. We’ve been here longer than she’s been there. We’re, like, city people now.”
“Okay, first, stop telling people we live in the city, we live in a freaking suburb of Chicago and you know that. Second…it’s not the same, is it? I don’t think Nancy Wheeler would think it’s the same.”
Steve shrugs. “Sure, yeah. Sounds like she’s got a pretty exciting life out there. Except for the boyfriend. Jeez, that sounds like a mess.”
“Heartbreaker Nancy Wheeler strikes again,” says Eddie, taking aim with an imaginary sniper rifle. “Watch out, boys.”
“It’s—” Steve frowns, glancing away. “I know we haven’t—talked about stuff, or anything. But you know I don’t…you know I’m not gonna get back together with Nancy, right?”
Eddie looks at him then in the yellow light of their bathroom, and it turns out he does know, after all.
“Yeah,” he says, and takes Steve’s hand. Squeezes it once, like a promise. “Like she’d have you with that unkempt mane of yours, anyway.”
“Shut up, I’m not cutting it,” says Steve, but he doesn’t let go either.
Send me a number between 1-100 and I'll write a ficlet based on the corresponding song from my Spotify Wrapped! It will definitely be gay and may possibly be musical theater
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stinkrascal · 5 months
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dont think i’ll be able to finish editing n begin posting the vlad/brie backstory reprisal by the 31st like i hoped i would 🤒
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bleedingheart-s · 2 months
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new url!!!
flirtypidge -> bleedingheart-s
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realness-remade · 5 months
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OK. i'm at @realness now yayyyyy
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