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𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵, 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓪

I'm thinking of getting back into aesthetic editing thanks to a recent creative drive, something that has phased out in me during the past two years. I might make a separate account for it, as well as all the artsy stuffs that may potentially pour in. Before (re)embarking on this journey, I want to shout out to Al Ka on Facebook, someone who has taught and inspired me so much in retouching and editing pictures, especially in how I use and place the pretty stickers within my photos (something I'm notably obsessed with). This post, first and foremost, is an appreciation post for you. 💐

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Edited with PicsArt. Specimens at the Oxford University Museum of Natural History.

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Dear Humans Are Space Orcs Writers: I found Crew Roles.

I found this and I believe it could be useful. 

I found it on Google, whoever made it is great. 

Enjoy!

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For the palette challenge, can you do SuNor with "Incinerated" please? 😁

Here you go :) 

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“Give me a hug!“

SLAP

Sweden being silly in an attempt to cheer Norway up using a teddy bear. 1h challenge that might have taken slightly longer but thanks to copy-paste not as long as one might think. :D

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aph rarepair week day five: soulmates

some indochu for today! based on the red strings of fate trope. for reference, adhiyan is the only one who can see the string.

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hi yeah i found out recently that the popular caramelldansen (you know. the one you know.) is actually a fucking nightcore remix and this is the original

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so sad since im slipping into insanity again and i have a small problem with nightmares now and i had a crisis last night where I really acted like an asshole and now im waiting for the clinic near my old house to open so i can dash to the psychiatrist real quick and

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𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖓𝕹𝖔𝖗

https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/59539011?asc=u

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Matthias, gay germanic knight

Danemark x Hetalia

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I am just messing around, enjoy some free wallpapers~

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💖 💖💖 Thank you!

A3 for anon and @ensemla !!

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Norway: I have two moods.

Norway, to the rest of the world: Fuck you.

Norway, to Denmark: Fuck me.

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the coolest thing happens when you see a post in a language you stopped studying and you understand some of it… it’s when you realize that’s why i always loved this language. it’s when you realize that all of the seemingly pointless hard work paid off. it may be a small thing: a sign, a tweet… but those are still triumphs to be celebrated. i think we forget as a community to celebrate the small things along with the large. it’s okay to not understand an entire song, but to grasp one new word out of what used to be gibberish… now that’s good shit 

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Nostalgia-related breakdown is weirdly pleasant and super sad at the same time.

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The Nøkken

There are dozens of trails along the lake, and for all intents and purposes, you could have easily chosen a popular one. Instead, you just had to select the oldest trail in the entire park with only a thin strip of dirt signifying the path. You found it by accident, looking over a decades-old map in the park’s museum, quickly deciding to give it a try. After all, you know the other trails well enough to walk them blindfolded, might as well give something new a go. The sun is high in the sky as you find the entrance, tucked in between cypress trees, utterly invisible to anyone who wouldn’t know to look for it. The humidity is a little extra thick today, though since it’s still early spring, it doesn’t come with the smothering heat that chokes your throat with every breath.

You are slathered in a shiny layer of bug spray and armed with a walking stick to test out any suspicious looking ground. This may be a large tourist location with plenty of good walking trails, but it still is a wetland and needs not to be underestimated. The sounds of cicadas roar dully in your ears as you begin to walk down the sliver of dirt, the vegetation steadily growing thicker the deeper you wander. Though the dirt path is several paces away from the water, you keep a sharp eye out for any gators who might want to make you their midmorning snack. The unmistakable smell of the swamp fills your lungs, a scent of mud and green and sickly sweet rot.

It must have only been twenty minutes into the walk when you hear it. It’s a melody that halts your body like a spell, a voice so inhumanely flawless it brings tears to your eyes, coming from the water. Fear and adrenaline fail to develop, and so you feel nothing but calm as you turn to face the source of the song. The words are ancient, their power resonating into your very bones, tangled with desperation and promise. A man, half inside the water, back and head covered in the green moss that clings against the rocks and trees holds out his hand to you, mouth quirked into a lusty half smile. His eyes shimmer different colors like opals, shifting from green to blue to violet by the slightest twist of your neck.

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