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my first oc in like 10 years?

So, I participate in artfight on the crystal team, and I realized (before joining of course) that I didn't have a single damn OC, between high school and college I simply… stopped creating OCs? And the old ones were killed off over time, so yeah. Well, I love birds and here's Sely! A cross between a macaw and a Balaeniceps rex (yes, I say it as its species because it sounds cooler)

pls be nice with me :(

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free course animation sony & yelowbrick!

Yellowbrick and Sony have launched a free course with a certificate to learn about animation. It covers various animation topics, such as the animation process, world creation, character design, and more! It's free for a full year, ending in 2026. It also includes quizzes in each module.

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drawing inspired by fantasy and graffiti style.

NEO DRAGON NEO DRAGON

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make sense XD poor blonde guy

muscle memory kicking in

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gravity falls au

Does anyone else remember the gravity falls au called "monster falls" ?

where dipper was a cervitaur, mabel could be a unicorn or a mermaid, and everything mostly happened on a magic river, and of course bill chipper became human.

i spent all my high school reading fics, watching fanarts, and trying to copy and make some drawings on my own in school, oh what a good time.

but...thinking about it now, it was really weird when they put an underage dipper with bill chipper (hunter or not) i don't know, especially because they always did that. .weird. i know it's BILL but i don't know, underage?

even so, i've read stories where they are of age, and bill was never the radioactive yellow triangle, but a human since forever, so yeah, they knew each other since they were kids and became a couple eventually.

still, since I've seen what bill looks like canonically as a human...I don't know, it makes me laugh.

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lit me

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66541312/chapters/171629470

Original history! About angels and sinners. The earth as hell

chps: 1/??

resumen:

Everything started normally on earth, the place of sinners. They shopped, worked the few crops that grew on the muddy land and basically protected themselves from the intruders who came to steal what little they had, until one day, a light came down from the sky. Many screamed and ran to their homes, thinking that the end was near and they could finally rest, but no. It turned out to be just an angel blind to his surroundings, muttering nonsense that ended up in the main village of the northern hemisphere. muttering the typical phrase given to non-sinners (‘Fear not’) he stayed in the remains of the ancient tomb of celestia, the Human God that led us all to sin.

Could it mean that a new god of sin had been born? no one knew, but they were waiting for something to happen.

OFFICIAL ART:

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The angel, God of sin Chapter 1

NO FEED THE AI

mi ao3 account: Eon160

resume:

Everything started normally on earth, the place of sinners. They shopped, worked the few crops that grew on the muddy land and basically protected themselves from the intruders who came to steal what little they had, until one day, a light came down from the sky. Many screamed and ran to their homes, thinking that the end was near and they could finally rest, but no. It turned out to be just an angel blind to his surroundings, muttering nonsense that ended up in the main village of the northern hemisphere. muttering the typical phrase given to non-sinners (‘Fear not’) he stayed in the remains of the ancient tomb of celestia, the Human God that led us all to sin.

Could it mean that a new god of sin had been born? no one knew, but they were waiting for something to happen.

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No one saw the angel emerge from his situation. from his own illusion that he himself had created to fall into the lie that they were all alive and well, that his people had not been annihilated (even if those people he misses so much had never existed in the first place) but they did notice a series of clues, wings, or rather feathers, but there were so many of them that they might as well form new wings.

A policeman disguised as an assassin (or was it the other way?) went to find it, and what he saw surprised him, it was all human if you ignored the little wings that seem to disappear with each passing minute, merging with the angel's own body. Also the glow, and the skin tone. Though the only thing that made him seem human right now was the fact that he had human proportions, and his gaze. Embarrassed, corrupted with emotion, shame and sorrow, something unheard of in angels who come here every now and then to watch over them, but then again, it wasn't just a big winged eye with hundreds of eyes that once murmured decades ago "fear not" before hiding among the ruins of the ancient celestia.

At that time, everyone hesitated to see the angel approaching, being honest, what else would an angel do in a long village full of sinners, and not just the common sins, no, but the worst of their own existence, but in time, seeing that the angel only slept and muttered loose talk, about murder, illusions and deceit, they let him be. The other villages definitely didn't attack them for resources, not since the angel had arrived, so it started small, a rose here, a fruit there, and their resting place became the first temple among sinners. No one was sure what would happen when he awoke, but all were happy for his presence.

The assassin, worthy of his role as a policeman, asked in a strained voice: "So, you're leaving?

-Yes, or at least I think so.

-What did you do to fall here? Because of course, an angel didn't just become human, no, a sin must have been formed.

-I...I don't know, I don't remember much, nothing was real. Create a fantasy maybe? the angel shifted uncomfortably, looking at the horizon, the policeman knew there was nothing interesting to see, not really, this hell disguised as a habitable and dignified land was nothing more than a prison.

-That sounds harsh, though I don't recommend staying away if you are human, they will show no mercy or hesitation in killing you.

the angel laughed, and the last traces of angelic energy showed in his laughter as he heard bells, trumpets and choirs in it, but like everything else, they were just a breeze in this impossible biome. No one could fly without wind, not really, it was something they had designed to keep them out of the sky. Not again...

- Well, that wouldn't be bad. - And for a second, the killer saw the dead eyes of a breathing corpse, a zombie, wanting to finally finish his job. With that, the policeman stopped, and watched. There were no wounds, but angels didn't get hurt very often, but the eye, it showed many things, they were charged with human emotion that no other angel, fallen or otherwise, showed in their entire existence. It was almost ashamed to exist.

-Stop the bullshit, even if you die you come back here, there's no one upstairs waiting. As you told us when you arrived, don't be afraid. Come back with us.

The angel looked at him, blinked, and his face lit up with something, (distrust perhaps) and he tried to look bigger, not very well achieved considering his lack of clothes, and his poor wings. -And what do you want?

-Oh I don't know, a thing here, a thing there. I don't know, I guess your presence wouldn't be so scary once you lose your power, but it would definitely scare the other villages for several months, it would be win-win, wouldn't it. -

-Food...-

The assassin turned around, and with a "follow me" gesture, set out to walk back. -You'll have to eat anyway, there's work to be done here, don't be afraid. We won't make you work too hard around here. -

The angel followed him, because what else could he do? He was only sure of one thing, he still seemed to have a slight angelic power, he didn't know how and why, but it didn't come from heaven, but from the clandestine temple where he woke up, full of praise, gifts, lights and colours. It was beautiful, and then, he thought he was doing nothing wrong to stay, he couldn't sin twice, could he?

(The angel didn't know, but you definitely could, and more so on earth, the home, the prison of the last sinners known as...humanity).

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A wild parrot has appeared!

HE JUST WANTS SNAKCS (don't give him coffee) his name is...Stephy the parrot

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I'm just saying that all the alien names I create for my few stories (still) are pronounced in Spanish, so yes, not all of them will sound great in other languages, especially English. Thanks for understanding. There will be certain names that will be pronounced in a singular way, but they will follow the rules of Spanish, but YES, those names will be explained in the stories.

And part 2 of "Humans are world eaters" is near. I've been working on this for 6 months, and honestly, I'm disappointed because of how slow I'm going… the damned writer's curse is lurking… fear.

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(based of real life experiences)

(Dot is any pronouns is chaos :D)

Dot the clown of the group, (as the human called him when Dot left his work expression) an alien from planet xB70 was surprised as on a trip to earth to gather information, he found his human friend Roberto holding his obviously broken arm with a piece of cardboard and duct tape.

-Human, I didn't know they were so far behind in medicine. Do you need help?-

The human shifted uncomfortably and looked at his arm. -It's no big deal… or so the doctors said, I don't really know, they weren't available to do x-rays until after 4pm,’ he sighed, and sat down as best he could in his garden on the outskirts of the city, one of the reasons why Dot chose him to study the Latin American country called “Uruguay”. -And I told you I'm Roberto, don't just call me human. Individualism remember? -

Dot kept looking at the arm, questioning whether it would be worth calling the Knua't doctor to check the break, in her human biological disguise the sweat was noticeable, and the discomfort in body language, but if she removed her disguise her slimy mass that the hum- Roberto called slime would be twitching, shaking and releasing juice. While his species has no bones, or vital organs dangerously exposed, it was well known that the Klont-S1M allowed all aliens whether from the universal galactic stellar union of zone 0-b1 or any other sector, so they knew very well the dangers of the ruptures of the internal forms that allow the union of being. Whether calcium, magnesium, diamond, or stellar, they were almost all the same. They were difficult to heal properly without the right support, and some did not heal at all. Making a decision, because this great human had helped the crew a lot with his research, he decided to call Knua't. V-3 objective accomplished, but requested immediate medical union. - He ignored as Roberto startled, only to curse when one of the adhesive tapes broke and moved his arm.

On the other side the head guard answered - Azlp here, what's the problem. -

-Roberto is injured, apparently he doesn't have the means to… repair a broken bone, a body builder for us. - he said as he slurred the word ‘bone’.

The boy tried to stop him when he wanted to take the communicator from him -Wait friend, I'll be fine, it's 1pm, only 3 hours left, well, maybe they'll take longer to attend me, but come on, it's not serious. -

Dot looked at him, and dropped his disguise. -Human, Roberto. Aren't we friends? You invited us to a… barbecue on Sunday, you offered us your drink called mate, and you accepted us into your space. Even if you don't want to be healed for some reason, consider that this is paying a debt.

A tear fell from the human's eye, and he sat back down, muttering things that even Dot did not know the meaning of. He returned to his disguise, and adjusted his communicator. -Are you still there?

-I am, the doctor's on his way, he'll be here soon.

Two minutes later Knua't arrived in his ship disguised as an ASSE ambulance. As he looked at his arm he was horrified, not because it was so badly broken, but because of the poor job of keeping it immobilised.

-But, it's not possible, we thought humans were more advanced than this. - She said as she gave the human anaesthesia, ‘Haven't you talked to the human about his medicine?

Dot paused from her work as a medical assistant, and simply looked up at the sky. -I tried, but he always evades the subject, several subjects in fact, basic things like education, medicine, water and food. - He shook his head, and handed Knua't an analyser. -The truth is, he looked down, though thinking about what his jobs are like, you'd think they'd be better than this. -

-Yeah, you're right. Well, it's just a tear, though because of the bad support we'll have to make a sharp movement to align it, and then heal it. - Knua't parted the human's wavy black hair, and noted his features. Dark circles under his tanned skin, signs of nutrient malnutrition, and some mild dehydration. He could work with this. -He's going to wake up soon, bring me some water. The human has a duct that flushes it out. -

Dot simply walked out almost running, after a few minutes he returned with a confused look on his face. -There's a problem.’ She handed the glass of water to the doctor. - It contains Ca, and a dangerous degree of NaCIO.

-There is nothing drinkable?

-There are plastic bottles, but they were all contaminated with microplastics from the same bottle. He seems to have refused many times.

-Hm, well, we'll see what we can do. What about food? Taking advantage of the fact that the anaesthetic was still working, he carried the human and laid him down on the couch. - There must be something rich in water.

After some searching they found an electric freezer full of pre-prepared food, frozen meat, and some processed foods, and a cooler with only a yellow citrus fruit, some tubers, which Dot recognized as ‘potato’ and ‘carrot dwarf’ and about 100grs (0.22lb) of what looked like low quality beef because of the level of fat in it. Nothing very nutritious, or anything to add hydration.

-This is bad,’ said the doctor as he closed the electrical device.

A murmur filled the air. ‘What's bad? -

The human sat up confused and uncomprehending, waking up suddenly when he noticed that his arm didn't hurt. - What the hell,’ he raised his arm in confusion.

Knua't stepped forward before he could move it any further. -It's still healing, the process seems to be slow since we did it at the level of your biology, we weren't sure if your species had the physiological pattern to remake parts of you,’ he said.

Roberto tried to get up -Eh, yes. no, wait. - He touched his head, and sat back down. He felt dizzy.

-Are you all right?

Knua't looked at Dot as he attended to the human, then looked around again. -You do not feed well,’ he said at last. -That must change.

It began slowly, a repetitive motion, and light chuckles as the human tried not to laugh, then broke loose and laughed loudly. A loud, bitter, desperate sound echoed through the small empty house. -Oh dear. Funny, I don't mean to not eat well, trust me, but nourishment costs. -

-But, with what you've told us about your job, you should be able to live well. A job with so much physical exhaustion should be rewarded. -

-I'm a garbage man, I work for the city administration. -Believe me, they don't care about me. Believe me, they don't care about me. Besides, everything is shit here. If I work overtime and the government decides I'm earning too much they take more than 50% of my salary, and tell you to deal with it, in turn paying too much for a house that is missing the roof of the room and was replaced with just a sheet of metal. Of course I could live in a flat, as I did in my youth, but that is no longer an option. -

Dot analysed everything, but Knua't didn't keep quiet. -Is it expensive?

-Oh no, well yes, one way or the other, the pay would still be barely enough, but nobody wants a worker like me around, even if you clean yourself up, have good hygiene, everyone recognises you as the one who collects rubbish and gets scared off. Something happens, a bad smell, a mess and everyone blames you, or expects you to fix it because ‘you live collecting rubbish, which is a bit more’ - but… the collection of rubbish is not enough.

-But… litter picking is essential for the cleanliness and harmony of the city.

-They don't care, man. Everything in this country is horrible when it comes to quality of life, and harmony between jobs. - He left the room in frustration, going to his room to lie down on the bed. Recognising what it took to leave his previous flat, what led him to this dilapidated place full of leaks, and other ills put a bad taste in his mouth. He heard a noise, and looked at Dot who stood against the door, unsure.

-Come in if you like.

Dot did, all right.

-That… rejection is often? -No, well, I don't know. It's the fault of several factors, many can't, or don't want to change on the way out, smelling of filth all the way. Others don't even have hygiene, they're drunk, and they just don't care. We're not all like that, we're just people who want to work, but even the cleaning staff take a large percentage of our salary.

-Dot finally sat up in bed, and looked at Roberto.

-It's not that bad, but they take a lot more than 20,000 pesos from us. It's something nobody recognises because they don't want to fight for it, but it's still shit. Food is expensive, rent is expensive, people reject us because of how we dress, where we work. For them we are just a… oh I won't even say it, it's an insult to poor people, but it's still indecent for those people. -

-Remember how old you are? -

-23, I've been working as a rubbish collector for two years. You get in by contacts under the table, or competitions. I got in through competitions, out of 5 qualified I came in 4th.

Dot blinked and wrote down the answer, Roberto didn't care if the aliens knew how bad the world was.

-And studies?

-And studies? -Well, it's funny, to study you have to go to the capital if you want to go to university. You know, we don't all have the money to go there, the trip, the tickets, the materials, the time, even though there is a public university, the expenses are horrible. Not everyone can afford it. On the other hand, I went to technical school, I did mechanics, thinking that I would have a quick job, but in itself, we only have four places to repair motorbikes and cars, plus one or two rubber shops. We are a small town 2km x 2km (1.24 mi x 1.24 mi) We don't have much to offer, you would think I should have studied gastronomy, but my friends who did that still can't get jobs, we are small, there are places where 2 or 3 people in charge are already full and they don't want anyone else, and even the family restaurants have queues full of people. - He paused, not noticing how short of breath he was, he had anxiety, he knew it, but he still couldn't get the right medicine… it wasn't in stock. - We have no tourism, no high season, it's always the same. Everything is concentrated in the capital, we don't even have a Mcdonalds and the traffic lights are less than 5 years old here, and only in the two main streets of the town a few blocks from the main square. We don't have a cinema, let alone something as lively as an amusement park, the other nearby towns are not much better off, maybe they have tourism but to go to the doctor they come to this town to get fixed up. Haya doesn't usually have something as basic as a dentist, but here we went without a paediatrician for more than a year, and I've even heard how they operate on people without anaesthesia - He covered his face, wanting to stop the screams that came to his mind. He could no longer, he could not breathe. He felt a pinch.

-It's all right, you're all right. When the Galactic Union arrives, everything will be all right, we came here to see what we can offer humanity. -

Roberto laughed in tears, ‘Probably most of the world will let them rule the earth.

-Sleep, we'll take care of the food and water. I'll be here when you wake up. -

Roberto felt heavy, had he been drugged again? He barely felt it in his panic?

Dot brought her hand to the communicator, and called not her shift leader, but KOplt, the leader of this main mission. He spoke only a code, to let him know that at least in this section of the world, quick action and improvements were required. -Code break. The answer was clear: ‘Understood, you are not the only one of the investigators to ask us for progress, a large percentage of the rest have analysed that quick action is needed in most of the world, we will do something soon. The earth will not go on like this for much longer.

-Good…

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my abuser, that man. I really, really hope you're having as good a time as in the drawing :D the gods have told me things idk

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From my perspective, this is what obsessive, intense love looks like, hiding envy and hatred behind it.

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Crookshanks in drogs (book 3)

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https://www.tumblr.com/gaienlefty/773756748119064576/los-humanos-son-devoradores-de-mundos?source=share

Spanish version

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"The human body is subjected to an exchange of electric potential difference between the atmosphere and the Earth. That is, it is constantly traversed by electric charges that it absorbs and later expels." —University of Valencia

Humans manage to establish contact with the Galactic Union, and as proof of their first encounter, they take their newfound allies to the world of young scientist Kluk, an expert on humans (because before contact, they had secretly spied on them). Their destination was the planet Kovit-02. Everything went well during the humans’ visit—except for certain incidents that Kluk noted with concern. He was right—oh, he was very right. Humans and the beings from their world were devourers of worlds, and everyone was in danger.

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Humans are devourers of worlds. Kluk was certain that all beings from their terrifying planet were the same. Not only did they eat significantly larger quantities of food than the average villager of Kovit-02, but their mere presence seemed to consume ambient electricity—and even that of certain mechanisms in the kingdom. He had read about this in human research papers, but none of the data indicated it was so potent. Of course, devourers of worlds wouldn’t consume their own planet, not with their unique needs: a constant, distant sun, an abundance of water, and—God help us—other species they could feed on. Even plants, living beings with a kind of consciousness and energy for reproduction and consumption, weren’t spared. While members of the Galactic Union and many other worlds sustained themselves on lifeless products like rocks or metals, humans consumed anything that had once lived, absorbing its essence to continue their own lives. They even absorbed energy from their star —or from each other—through proximity or touch.

Before the encounter, Kluk had warned his people not to host the humans, knowing they would become the first intergalactic victims. And he certainly didn’t want to be on the menu, thank you very much. Yet, even with evidence, they mocked him, saying it made no sense. A devourer of worlds wouldn’t attempt to join the Galactic Union, let alone bring peace among worlds. And if humans truly were devourers of worlds, as Kluk claimed, wouldn’t they have already consumed everything on their planet—including the planet itself?

“They’re a new species,” Kluk had told them. “You must believe me; I’ve studied them my whole life. You know devourers of worlds are my primary focus.” His warnings were dismissed. And, in some ways, even Kluk had his doubts at first. A devourer that couldn’t survive in space or travel freely? A devourer living in communities, peacefully coexisting with other seemingly devourer species? He considered the possibility of a strict hierarchy on Earth, where only the strongest consumed the most, leaving others behind. He imagined humans as hungry beings, searching for new life to consume—only to find themselves in worlds of lifeless creatures, which Kluk initially thought they couldn’t feed on. But the humans proved him wrong.

He observed the first human emissary and secretary of their leaders upon arrival. Many of his colleagues reported feeling tired and sleepy just from talking to the human. Machines lost battery power or malfunctioned entirely, rendered lifeless and useless forever. These mechanisms, designed to last over 300 Kluktian years, shouldn’t have failed so abruptly. Kluk also remembered how, after the much-anticipated meeting, their queen fell ill for days. The humans, thinking they had contracted a disease, locked themselves away. But all medical tests came back negative. The queen had been consumed—almost to the point of death.

“Damn,” he muttered.

A celestial colleague from another galaxy, named Rosvel, mocked him. “Still believing the humans are going to eat us?”

Kluk poured himself a drink—“petroleum,” the humans called it, he recalled coldly—and sat beside her. He knew he looked like a madman, pacing with his thoughts, but he was right. “They consume energy. They’ve admitted it. Their world is full of devourers. They’re a new species, Rosvel, trust me.”

“And so what? I’ve spent time with them. Yes, they can make you feel tired, but the humans say it’s because we’re ‘too calm’ and unaccustomed to the stimuli they produce.”

Lies, Kluk thought, staring at Rosvel’s tired form. Her antennae no longer glowed, her skin had dulled, and the stars and constellations that once adorned her were barely visible. “Just wait. They’ll kill us.”

“We’ll see, my friend. We’ll see.”