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Was thinking about how "King raised by the Nocedas" could work again

... It's just a really fun idea.

But, anyway... Well. Specifically, the idea would mean that King actually did know a father, for a little bit. And that might be interesting (painful) to explore, in how both he and Luz feel about it.

And then of course this is juxtaposed by the fun idea of Camila and Manny initially assuming that King is an alien from outer space, as there wouldn't really be anything to indicate otherwise (I'm assuming that King would have arrived at a young enough age to not realize how he got there).

... I wonder what sort of life he'd live, and how it might affect his outlook on things when he actually returns to the Boiling Isles alongside Luz.

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Time to eat!

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writing request: something about Camila's perspective of the BI maybe? I really like how you write her.

When Luz had called Camila—well, gotten stuck in some sort of in-between portal, but the end result had been the same—she had described the Boiling Isles to Camila. And Camila had been struck by how mature Luz’s description had been—it had seemed so grounded, so realistic. Nothing like the flowery prose she expected from her daughter. Entering a fantasy world should have sounded like fairies and rainbows coming from Luz; in a way, Camila had been proud of her for telling it how it was.

Now she was certain Luz hadn’t changed at all, and that HAD been the sugar-coated, fairies-and-rainbows version of the Isles.

The place where they’d come out of the portal hadn’t been so bad. The red trees and grass had been strange, to be sure, but they’d held an eerie sort of beauty. And watching the kids unleash their full potential had been breathtaking. But the rest of the Isles?

Camila leaned against the wall of Hexside with a sigh. Luz had somehow neglected, in all of her descriptions, to mention that the Isles were one giant floating corpse. Sure, she’d heard the term “titan’s blood” thrown around enough times while the kids tried to build their door, but she’d just assumed it was metaphorical.

Although, come to think of it, wasn’t gasoline just the pressed, decayed bodies of dinosaurs? And what was sand if not bits of shell fragments from long-dead sea creatures? Fine. The ground itself being a giant corpse wasn’t such a big deal. She could handle that. The massive carnivorous plants that had snapped at Amity in the woods before Willow had calmed them down? Well, they were really just massive Venus flytraps, weren’t they? The… eyeball lamppost…

Camila shuddered. She didn’t have a good point of reference for that.

“’scuse me.”

A gelatinous blob slid past her, leaving a steaming trail of mucous behind them that seemed to eat into the floor.

A high-pitched whine escaped Camila’s throat, but she patted her face. No, she told herself, you are a guest in their dimension. It is rude to stare.

She could see why Luz liked this place so much. It was strange, and not the sort of cute, quirky strange that most people liked, but the dangerous, ugly sort of strange that tended to scare people off. Camila hummed to herself, a small smile creeping onto her face. Exactly the kind of place Luz would feel at home. She could see little parts of Luz everywhere—the pink flesh like when she turned her eyelids inside out, the cobbled-together creatures, and, of course, the magic. Luz had always had it—sure, not in the literal way that the witches here did, where they could snap their fingers and make a plant grow, but the spark, her creativity… it was magic all on its own.

Camila’s smile faded at the thought of Luz’s words to her. She planned to leave the Isles forever. Camila knew that was the promise she’d asked for in a fit of desperation, to stay in the human realm, but if she could take those words back, she would do it again and again and again. Sure, the Isles were dangerous, and strange, and if you’d asked Camila a few months ago when Luz had first come home, she would have said that she never wanted her daughter stepping foot here ever again.

But that would have been months ago.

Camila had seen Luz’s friends, had been living with them for the last few months. They were dangerous, she couldn’t deny that. Anyone who could do the things those kids could was dangerous. But they were also kind, and funny, and smart, and god, they were kids. Camila could picture them going to a regular school in the human realm as easily as she could imagine Luz, and it made her heart hurt to think of what could have been had Luz found kids like them sooner.

So, yes. She thought her daughter deserved to stay with her friends. But even if they built a portal that her friends could come through and visit every day, even if every single one of Luz’s friends decided to move permanently into the human realm, Camila would still want to take back her promise.

Belos had seemed to scrape the light from her daughter’s eyes. She’d seen it the moment Luz had come home. At first, she’d told herself it was nothing, that she was just tired from her ordeal. But that light didn’t come back, not really. She saw the heavy ache lift from Luz, the way she sometimes felt the heavy ache of Manny’s absence lift when she saw Luz smile, but it never left completely.

Coming here… despite the mess, despite the danger, Camila saw a little light return to Luz. Everything she met, Camila saw some of that weight disappear, like every eyeball and strange creature was a friend she got to meet after a long time apart. Belos had told her some terrible things, had blamed her for so much. But the Isles seemed to soothe some of that pain. Even as Luz told Camila that she was leaving the demon realm behind forever, her eyes drank in every detail, begging it not to go.

And when Camila looked at the Isles through those eyes, through her daughter’s eyes…

It was beautiful.

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I haven’t been drawing NEARLY as much as I’d like to, I just keep procrastinating.

I was thinking like, I’m never going to improve at this rate. So I did what I always do when I feel horrible about the status of my art, I drew hunter.

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"She never did anything wrong in her life!" No, she did (a lot), she does, she'll keep doing, but imma keep loving her regardless

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old au thing.... dw pv is not mad or evil

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I WENT SILLY. BEHOLD A BUG.

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I need more Hollow pics more Hollow content please please please

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the thing is the king charles portrait is genuinely incredible and exactly how I would execute a portrait of a member of the british royal family but also I literally cannot fathom why the british royal family would have it made

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2 Mar 2024, Filipinos 4 Palestine contingent in the Millions March for Palestine NYC, New York City, NY 

From BAYAN USA Northeast: "Filipinos stand resolutely with Palestine: End the Genocide! No invasion of Rafah!"

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before you respond to anon hate resend it to yourself with a carefully placed typo that you can then mock at their expense

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there is something horrifically grim to it, but illustrations for gaza and palestinians tend to catch more mass attention that actual photos of people. this made me feel incredibly helpless for a long while, seeing both how people would rather look at a neat drawing of red black green and white than look a human in the eyes, and how online platforms would rather push a viral drawing while suppressing those begging for help at the same time.

a way to cope with this feeling has been taking advantage of it to directly guide people to helping palestinians.

if art gets better traction, then there’s an incredible amount of good that can be done by creating art that immediately links to fundraisers. creating art of the many images of those who are asking for help.

within hours of posting my drawing, there has been jumps in the thousands for bashar from gaza’s fundraiser. it’s a small effort in the grand scheme of things. it’s not a fix it. but it’s something good. please take care of each other and do what you can. i think this could help a lot of people if a lot of people did it.

here is bashar. i’ve drawn him, spoken to him, and known him now for a few months. any shares help, any art helps. draw who you see, draw what you see. thanks all

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leader of a trio of college kids waking past me at walmart: okay. mission number two, finding where the popcorn is.

his friend: wait, what was mission number one?

leader: fucking getting here, travis.

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Great! I was fired from my job in Germany today because I am Palestinian. :)

Hi, I'm Amal, a Palestinian architect from Gaza! I traveled to Germany two years ago to support my family back in Gaza. Since we lost our house, shops, and all our sources of income, I've had to shoulder the financial burden alone. It's been incredibly tough for me in the last eight months to send money to my family weekly, especially with the ongoing war destroying our income and causing prices in Gaza to skyrocket. There were days when I had zero money for days on end. I even had to downgrade from an apartment to a single room to cover my expenses and rent. I also lost my company; yes, I had a small architectural firm in Gaza. I had dreams of seeing it grow, but everything crumbled.

Now, both my family and I are without homes and jobs. This is unbearable! Is being Palestinian a curse, or what?

I really can't bear it anymore. Isn't it enough that our photos are all over social media platforms, appealing for donations on GoFundMe? What bothers me the most is that the innocent people who donate to us are just like us, struggling to pay rent and taxes, already burdened with their own hard lives. On top of that, I feel like a burden to them. Why should nations pay for the consequences of the stupidity and brutality of their leaders? They might start World War III instead of stopping genocide!

Four months ago, I fell victim to someone in a high position in Egypt who pretended they would evacuate my family for 20k, instead of the 40k. To some of you, this might seem like a small amount, but for me, it was all I had. Why does the world agree to suffocate us? Why do we have to pay money for our lives at all?

I feel daily ashamed for not joining the protesters; I keep asking myself if I get arrested, they'll kick me out. But to where? I am completely without a home to shelter me if I was kicked out! What will happen to my family? Who will support them? Why are we being exterminated, and our children slaughtered?

Why was I fired? 💔

Why is this world so cruel? 💔

A Thousand Whys and Whys!

I needed to vent my anger. Thank you to everyone who read this.

Title: A Normal Day for a Palestinian Abroad

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i really believe that discussing the character with someone who shares ur interpretation is the closest u can get to modern day philosophy. we are like plato and aristotle but talking about a fictional guys trauma