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Some Boxtroll faces from a little while ago when I only wanted to draw Boxtrolls

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My cat at varying levels of "cartoon surprised face"

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I dont want bethesda to ever get rid of how fo4 does cutscenes because there is just something special about talking to someone and having a vertibird kill you both in the middle of it

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reblog to pet prev

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if you collect zero shards in tfd you get the secret ending where liza falls off the balancing act shit shes doing and fucking dies. mr animal jam told me this and then she wont appear in any of the adventures shes in anymore (new awful creepypasta)

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Caves are weirder and more varied than you think

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The other day my bf and I were playing Spore in the civilization stage a city generated with the name "Memes"

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How *exactly* did Mufasa die? Was he trampled to death? Was the fall itself lethal, the impact with the ground? Was his body stabbed by antelope horns as he fell on them?

there was a quick pressure, then a flash of light, then nothing. one of his eyes had been crushed in its socket, the "pop" drowned out by the deafening sound of the thundering herd.

the raw, cutting, burning rupturing of his liver and kidneys was unignorably all-encompassing to the point of being oxymoronically distant, for it was so unreal in its magnitude; he had been gored, and the site of the wound had been ripped open further, each stabbing hoof forcibly peeling back more and more of his hide from the mouth of the gash.

he tried over and over to move his legs, any of his legs, but each was broken so profoundly, shattered and splintered and stabbed in between so many muscles, that they didn't even twitch. he tried to move them despite knowing full well that he couldn't feel them anymore.

he could barely even feel the blood clinging to his fur, or on his whiskers and his skin.

it was surreal to him in the same way as seeing a mushroom cloud in the distance would be to you or i, knowing the pyroclastic flow was seconds away but being unable to do anything but watch in awe. he knew he was dying. how could he not?

time slowed as the shock began setting in. a unique rush of chemicals began filling his brain, though being an animal he couldn't understand what was happening. to him, time was not dilated. to him, he was not hallucinating. to him, he was living.

he was caressing the tiny body of his 2 day old son as his beloved wife cooed from over his shoulder. he was being granted position of king of the pridelands by his dearest friend, who whooped and cheered for this as any baboon would. he was sitting under the stars with his kid brother, taking turns pointing out constellations, images formed by the great kings of the past so as to tell mortal leonines of their futures.

taka's small red foot raised and pointed at two particularly bright, white stars.

"just like us, huh?" he'd said.

two days prior, back in the present and away from these looping memories, mufasa had been sitting under the stars with simba, pointing out the same constellations, elaborating on the same stories. simba had been enraptured with them, as all cubs are at such a tender age. the lad had tugged on mufasa's ear, his own little gold paw jutting out towards two more stars, one very large and one very small.

"look, look!" his boy had said. "just like us, huh?"

the pain was soon over, soon too foreign and physical and alive for him to understand. it simply could not register any longer. everything seemed so distant now, and so obvious besides. had he always been warned? lord, had he always known something like this would happen? had this been planned from the beginning, since their adolescent days of bonding and fighting and supporting and hating? and had it been his imagination, or had the larger of the two stars blinked out of existence that other night?

mufasa's throat spasmed and closed in a painful seize, forcing a thick, wet wad of something warm and foul smelling from his esophagus. out wheezed the death rattle, his collapsed lungs bidding goodbye to their utility.

it mattered not, for by now he could not see or hear. by now the left side of his face had been all but caved in, and by now he understood the greatest fear, the greatest of agonies. and it was not because his heart had stopped beating. it was much simpler then that.

his son had no one to protect him now.

and then mufasa died.

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NOW THEY ARE BOTH COMPLETE

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Oh yea I forgot to mention I GOT A NEW GRAPHICS TABLET!!!! WE ARE SO BACK!!!!

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Ever since we watched that episode he's been an inside joke between me and my bf. We make so many jokes and the only punchline is that it's Tahno. Why did the chicken cross the road? Wouldn't you like Tahno.

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THANK 👏YOU 👏FOR 👏FINALLY 👏PUTTING 👏IT 👏INTO 👏WORDS

hand to god when i realized why sketches always look "better" then finished lineart my life changed irreparably

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Thank you to all the blogs who post a lot of Legend of Korra content that liked my fanart BTW ♡

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OH FCUK