#How to motive me to learn

[thescottishalpaca]

duolinguo understood a thing or two about me. [Translated with Google from German].

IT'S THEM AT THE RITZZZZZ.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Yiling Band Tour!

[uncanny-tranny]

Basically, my philosophy around disability fakers is: I would rather a thousand people fake a disability than have one disabled person suffer without care, aids, compassion, or any help.

[mrsthunderkin]

Consistency? Who's she?

Part 2 >>> Part 4

[learnelle]

Interrupting my hiatus to say I am alive and well! Currently working on my last statistics assignment and an essay on Le Spleen de Paris. I can’t wait to finish all my uni bits so that I could peacefully fly off to Florence for a few weeks to do my painting with ancient techniques course 🎨🌷

[doodleodds]

Still feel like always returning after 2 years? /pos

I'd love to see more of your art if you're still doing it, I love looking at your older art hope you have a great day✨️✨️

Haha yeah, I'm still around! Has it really been two years since I last posted?? Good lord. Here's something summery that I finished up as a thanks for sticking with me :) I hope YOU have a great day! ✨️✨️✨️

bonus image of how many times i had to export to make sure my timing was right lmao

[mikesbasementbeets]

Sometimes I think it's just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because what if... what if they don't like the truth? // Sometimes people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But, you capture the right moment… it says more. // I didn't say it. // You didn't have to.

[remake of my very first gifset one year later]

[i-have-art-block]

made this for tiktok, figured i'd cross post here too

[painyrainy]

shitty drawings but I learned how to anatomy kind of

[ancha-aus]

Small Olympus AU Drabble - Even gods have an awkward Teen stage...

Because the little trend @mikimakiboo and I made about loser Nightmare [Here] lives rent free in my mind hahaha. So... here we Go!!! just a quick Drabble about Killer joining lmao. Hope you like it friend!

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Honestly? Getting stuck in the void is a rip off.

Killer had thought... He figured that once he finally did it. Once he finally managed to fight back and take control back from Chara he would be free. He would be able to reset everything to the start.

Seems like that had been foolish to even think as he just floats in the nothing. There is nothing.

So why is he here?

Is he just nothing?

Probably...

It is still... hard to remember them all.

To remember all the faces of the people who lived in the underground.

To remember who he used to be. Who he was meant to be?

He just sees himself as a weapon... he is just a weapon... Chara's weapon.

But Chara is gone now... He is a weapon without a master.

What does that make him? What can he even do now?

That is the nice part about being stuck in a dark void he suposes... There is no choice to make. There is no decision he needs to make. He can just... be.

Maybe that is nice. To just be. To not have to wrory. To not have to hurt... either be or do it.

Something... Soemthing is here?

He looks around. Searching. the void shouldn't be able to change. That is against the very fabric of the void. It is why he pulled Chara to here. Hoping that by doing this Chara would lose some of their grip on his being and the timeline. and it did! It worked! He managed to press the reset button... Except he was still here and-

He sees it.

It is a drop of pure blackness wihtin the void. It is slightly different than what surrounds it but it is obviously there...

It grows. It keeps growing and it makes a circle. Killer frowns as his body floats backwards and he pulls out his knife. He makes sure to be ready at a moment notice.

A smallish oval is formed and a dark shape steps out of the maybe portal. Then they take another step-

Only to trip and fall down. A duff bonk is heard as the other falls.

That... shouldn't be possible.

The void doesn't have a floor to fall on? It doesn't even have anyhting to trip over! how did the other trip?!

A groan is heard and the other moves to push themselves up only to not be able to touch anything, again no floor, and they yelp as they end up spinning in place. Arms waving, legs kicking. The strange limbs on their back lash out looking for anything to grab but they can't quite touch anything because again... Void.

Killer can't help but snort and let a laugh escape. Is his mind fully broken? Is he hallucinating?

For now he stashes his knife and floats over to the hallucination. He reached out and is shocked to make contact.

The contact cuases the other to stop spinning. They hang there upside down. Clearly dizzy and the limbs, tentacles aparently, are twitching and moving all independently.

The other shakes their skull before focussing on Killer "Ah! Euh. You are upside down?" they sound shocked.

Killer raises a brow "Pretty sure that is you." and he twists the other around to be upright. Maybe a bit too quickly but he can't help it.

The other is clearly affected as they sway a bit and seem to struggle to find balance in the void.

Killer snorts as he crosses his arms "How did you even trip? There is nothing to trip over?"

The other sputters and mumbles something about having expected floor. Then they straighten their back and stare at him "Hello mortal. I am Nightmare. God of negativity and future king and ruler of the multiverse! I am here to offer you a positionjob- job position!" and the socalled god just stands before him.

Killer takes a moment to just look at the maybe not hallucination his mind imagined.

The other is short, even shorter than him and Killer isn't the tallest, and chubby. They are covered with goop and the one eye that isn't covered by it is large and bright cyan, even if it still looks a bit hazed and dizzy.

Nightmare throws out his hand.

Killer snorts "A little to your left." nightmare looks confused before turning a bit and throwing his arm out again. Almost hitting Killer in the progress.

Killer isn't sure baout just following someone again. Last time it didn't go well when he made a deal just to experience something new. But... this being knows a way out of the void? He knows a way home?

That doesn't make sense? He enver heard of any god of negativity...

Nightmare continues to stand there even as Killer can see the tendrils start to move and idle, two of them are turning around one another. Nightmare's eye glances to the side before staring back at him, hand still out.

Killer leans his skull against his fist as he grins "And what exactly do you do? I never heard of you before."

Nightmare blinks before looking focused "I am the god of negativity! I bring negativity! It makes sure to balance the balance into a state of balance!" then he stops for a moment. a small cyan blush starts to appear as he sputters "It is!! Stuff! God stuff! Very complicated!"

Killer snorts as he gives anod "Of course of course. and what would i exactly do?"

Nightmare pauses before speaking "Well! It is... Just amatter of spreading negativity! then! I will gain more power and in turn become king."

Killer honestly isn't even sure if that counts as a plan. But it means a way away from here. Away from the void.

It isn't like he has a home now... He doens't even know what happened to his home... is he even allowed to clal it his home still?

He doesn't.

On the other hand. He will be out of the void.

The multiverse? Multiverse theory is real? That is perfect! He will use this idiot of a god to gain knowledge about this new place. Then once he knows the basics and how to travel it he will betray this stupid god and disappear. Never to be found again. Oh he can't wait for the shocked look on this god's face when he gets outsmarted by just a mortal.

Killer makes sure to sigh loudly as he takes the hand "Sure whatever."

Nightmare stars and the not winded together tendrils lash out. A smile appears on his face "Really?" he focusses "I mean! Of course you accept! this is a good deal!" He raises a hand and the black oval portal returns and they step through.

They end up before a large castle. It is imposing and dark looking. some victorian style mixed up in it and some statues of different creatures all around.

Ngihtmare starts to lead the way and Killer follows "This! is my castle! and now also your home. We will stay here to plan before we go to different worlds to do our work! No one knows where this place is!"

Great. he isolated himself.

Nightmare continues on "I cna edit it as a please. I took inspiration from books and stories and fabricated this world to fit those images. If anything needs to be changed or included do let me know." he pauses in the large hall "Well. This is the hall." he points towards the different doors and says what leads where.

What happens next is a whirlwind where Killer rushes after an excited god as they, he? shows him around the place. IN the end he shows his room which is right next to Nightmare's.

Nightmare's sounds downright excited even as he tries to hide it. But the tendrils are straight up wagging as he speaks "As you are my first ever follower you are also my right hand now!"

First ever follower?

Killer can't help but ask "How long have you been a god?"

Nightmare blinks but answers "I have been a god for... about five hunderd years now... I gained my powers when I was... eight? yes eight."

Killer nods... does that...

Nightmare nods "Get some rest! I will go get some food. I will be back soon." and he walks away. Silence until a yelp and a duff clank of him falling against something.

To be expected as one of the tendrils tends to wrap around Nightmare's own leg.

Killer just closes the door and sits on the clean bed. He can see the sun shining outside and a large forest against this new place.

It is a child.

Killer doens't know how but it is a child.

Did it even grow up? Was it frozen at age 8? do gods age slower?

Killer can't believe this.. he is stuck working for a child AGAIN.

It is okay.

Just grind your teeth.

Learn what you need. and then you can leave.

Eyes on the prize and keep the plan in mind.

Killer will leave quickly and not get stuck. He isn't an idiot. He knows what to do.

Just play this game and let it happen. it is a matter of time before he has his freedom again.

[fistfuloflightning]

When Ming Fan finally fought his way through the underbrush to where the Rift had appeared, it was already too late. Shizun and Luo Binghe stood at the edge of the yawning chasm, swords unsheathed and pointed at each other. He hadn’t thought much of it when Shen Qingqiu had flown past him so soon after the earthquake that had torn open the Rift, but he could now see there was something very wrong. Shen Qingqiu’s back was turned to Ming Fan and his face hidden, but he could see plainly the fear and confusion on Luo Binghe’s face. Along with the glowing, damning mark on his forehead. Something demonic.

Ming Fan gripped the foliage, forcing himself not to run out. Not yet. He’d end up dead or wishing he was. He had mocked Luo Binghe early in the Conference, yes, but he knew the younger boy had done nothing to merit this kind of punishment—!

In a matter of seconds, Xiu Ya had stabbed forward, Zheng Yang had shattered, and Luo Binghe had staggered back into the Rift.

Everything seemed to still.

Ming Fan sucked in an breath and darted out of the foliage—but it was too late. Luo Binghe’s arm vanished over the edge just as Ming Fan ran past their shizun. He lunged forward the last few feet, fingers clawing at Luo Binghe’s forearm just in time. Caught, held. The sudden weight had him crashing again against the ground and the wind was knocked out of him. The taste of charred earth mixed with that of fresh blood where he’d nearly bitten his tongue in half.

But that was inconsequential. Not when he could feel the weight at the end of his arm that told him he didn’t fail. Even when the only person he needed to acknowledge that fact was someone he couldn’t stand. No one deserves to die like this, Ming Fan thought viciously. Not even him.

Dangling below him, Luo Binghe’s eyes were wide with terror and confusion, at odds with the damning, demonic seal glowing on his forehead. But there was something like gratitude there as well, out of place and so painfully frail.

For a fragile second, it felt like they were breathing the same

“Shixiong—”

With a cry, he was wrenched from Ming Fan’s grip and into the Abyss below. Ming Fan’s cry was strangled in his throat.

He didn’t know how long he remained there, clenching the burned grass with white-knuckled fingers and straining his eyes to see through the acrid smoke that rose from the chasm for even the barest glimpse of Luo Binghe. But time moved on and the Rift sealed shut and when Ming Fan blinked and once more became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was not alone.

Shen Qingqiu loomed over him like a stone Buddha, face cold as jade. His spiritual sword was once more sheathed, his robes neat and not one hair out of place. As though he hadn’t had a hand in what had happened here.

“You… you killed him,” Ming Fan breathed, still unable to fully process what had just taken place. But that’s what it was, a death sentence fed to the hungry maw of the Endless Abyss.

Shen Qingqiu. “He was a stain upon our sect.”

Ming Fan could feel the rage slowly rise. “He was a disciple of Qing Jing Peak. He was your disciple.” Acknowledging it was like vinegar on his tongue but a boy was dead because of him. He stared at Shen Qingqiu as if seeing him for the first time. Stripped of his elegance and his masks…

“He was a demon.” Shen Qingqiu sneered down at him. “There is no need to explain to you why he needed to be eradicated.”

Ming Fan tore burning eyes away from that frigid, impassive mask. He couldn’t bear looking at the man he had so long idolized. Instead he stared at the ground, in fear he would do or say something he could not undo. And beside his knee he saw slivers of metal.

The shards of Zheng Yang, tangled in the burned grass. Ming Fan’s vision blurred and his breath grew sharp and ragged, anger slamming into him full force. He wrapped his fingers around the pieces, the razor pain of their edges grounding him as the rest of his world unraveled like poorly woven cloth. His shizun had failed him.

And he had failed his shidi.

[zylphiacrowley]

Code Blood pt.2

<previous - next>

[witheredgardenparty]

Drowning myself a bit in the concept of a yandere who prides himself on being the boogeyman of underground circles but as soon as he is face-to-face with his darling, dissolves into a bumbling mess of graceless stammering and cumbersome limbs. A tripping-over-air, tongue-tied loser who has lost all sense of cool.

In the witching hours, he is a deadly force with unyielding claws and nimble words. The daylight finds him kneeling at the alter of your every spoken phrase.

What a blessing that darling is gracious to this poor helpless sap. Such a "harmless", if occasionally clumsy fellow. And -- oh! You dropped all of your papers! Here, let me help! No, really, it's no problem. (Did he just sniff my hair? No, I must have imagined that... right?)

To the other monsters that roam the shadows, he is a heartless, shapeless void of terror. To speak the dread name is to summon him and whatever fate the wheel so spins that day.

To you, he is a perfect gentleman. A, perhaps slightly, awkward acquaintance who could never hurt a fly. Literally. You think he might be a little afraid of bugs?

You cannot help but notice things have been changing since your new friend has shown up, though. New movements in the neighborhood. Not bad necessarily, but different.

That asshole next door has definitely been treating you nicer. Suspiciously nicer. And these numbers on your bills... have they gone down? You will have to call the bank to ask about it. You are pretty sure you owe more than this.

As soon as you figure out what happened to your favorite sweater...

[epiphainie]

literally struggling writing anything canon related bt bc i just don't see how i can make buck feel reassured and comforted by tommy when tommy left him so unsure by pulling the rug out from under him and constantly dismissed what he says. like anytime i open up the doc for this cock worship fic i wanted to write since october im like i dont want buck to worship tommy. i want buck to be trusted and not get his words scoffed at but thats just not canon tommy. canon tommy repeatedly let his insecurities take priority over buck asking to be together and buck asking clarity about what changed his mind and in my mind it's like i need to write a 50k fixit before i can write this smut fic set slightly in the future

[ceabu]

duolingo can go die i need another language learning app or something (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

[lilis-palace]

Friendly reminder after the DX11 updates

I’ve updated all my sets for DX11 compatibility! Some sets, like the Biedermeier and Wainscot Wonderland sets, have received a complete overhaul. This means you’ll need to replace the files to enjoy the improved content.

If you’ve previously included these sets in your saves or along with the tray files of a build, you must revisit those folders to update them. Alternatively, you can tag me and link my original CC, as my T.O.U. states.

This is why I strongly discourage reuploading my content.

EA breaks something with every update, so CC sets can quickly become broken. Hope this doesn't require further elaboration, I wrote a whole post about it some months ago.

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It means a lot, when we get positive feedback and engagement on our little projects. When you reupload these artworks, we miss the chance to connect with others. And after all, this is what keeps us going.

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