A coyote who aspires to be a voice actor and likes Star Fox a little too much. Feel free to talk to me anytime. Taken by the lovely Chel.
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I can hear this cover (Alan Craddock, Imagine #26, TSR UK, May 1985)
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A wizard examines a windmill, but the closer one looks the more the implications of the scene change -- The windmill has butterfly or faerie wings but the structure is made of rusty steel, and the wizard may be wearing a motorcycle helmet. Many fantasy settings are built upon the postapocalyptic ruins of a previous civilization, whether the ancient catastrophe was magical or high tech. (Pete Knifton cover art for Imagine magazine 11, TSR UK, February 1984)
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i think we can all agree it's a bit of a missed opportunity electronics don't have a "milk socket" you could plug some sort of milk battery into, which would slowly disperse milk into the body of the machine, possibly ruining it.
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Ethiopian wolf (Canis simensis) by Will Burrard-Lucas
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i ain't single i had like three dates this valentine's day (me and the voices)
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The two flavors of teto currently microwaving in my mind
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Been playing a lot of Atlyss! Made a pixel of my Atlyss sona for funsies :3c
Normally I would gravitate towards the kubolds because lizard brain, but man playing as a big hammer swinging rodent thing is really fun LOL
I’m open for pixel art commissions on Ko-fi
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💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.


Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #537 )✅️
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L.U.V on X: "#frieren #フリーレン 「寒い…」 https://t.co/oTLukwGsof" / X
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