#A TAB TO ERASE

[banditblvd]

onemotion.com’s sketch pad thing was so unbearably laggy

[drawn-corrosion]

i got stuff coming up but in the meantime here are two sylvie sketches I made at very different times of the day!

[merri-berri]

The snow has finally melted in my hometown, and I could finally begin picking up trash again! I'm always kind of nervous in the beginning because the most littered spots are also the ones with the most passersbys. To combat this nervousness, started telling myself that Giovanni Potage would think that trash picking is cool, and therefore I too am cool for doing it. This has genuinely helped me continue a hobby I genuinely enjoy, and also got me inspired to doodle these:

My headcannon is that he would totally try to bedazzle his trashpicker (and use it as a weapon)

The first comment I've gotten this year while picking up trash:

Bonus: my friend @Ollivelli's version!

[warpolomewdarkmatter]

cumbersome and heavy body

[mellowthorn]

the absolute horror of going to edit one little thing in a fully drafted chapter only to find the file completely blank. and then discovering that none of the 5(!!!!) backups have the contents either???

thankfully dropbox has a file-specific version history so after five minutes of panicking i managed to restore it through that, but dear lord. that was scary.

[whosname]

Our favourite school girl bully.

[Id. Paako, wearing a sailor school uniform, squatting on the floor with her elbows on her legs and her chin resting on her hands. She's chewing bubblegum. End Id.]

[vaedar]

𝐎𝐎𝐂; Finally sat down to do some edits of the rumored Aegon ( the Conqueror ) cast to make him more 'Aegon' ( clean-shaven as Aegon is described in the books, and 27 year old looking, because for some reason fandom loves to put him with beard and older ). I can say it's pretty close to how I envision him, especially with his hair like that because it's exactly how I go with his hairstyle being for my portrayal ( his blog is over here @cxnqueror but inactive for now ).

[nickbutnodick]

i want a binder so bad im on the verge of breaking TWO of my security rules for this shit i mean come ON why can't this be EASIER

[phyre-anon]

Question- if you say no thats ok- but could you continue this story?

Or if you have, can you let me know where I can find the continuation?

I just- I love it so much. So so much. I think I've reread this at least 3 times, I just cant- too good, love it :)

Gon' b honest, I like. Completely forgot I wrote that and continuously forget it exists since I made it. From what I remember, it was based off an episode in the show so I just assumed it would proceed like the ep did

If you got ideas, though, feel free to hit me with em. Little drabbles like that are perfectly within my power.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

sometimes I hate this fucking art program (if the tablet gets really worked up it will randomly erase layers) but I paid for a year of the special version or whatever and I WILL keep using this until that year is up

also hate it because shortly after I paid for it they added a dumb fucking ai thing and, like, if I had known I wouldn't have given them money, ya know?

[unknownfrom34]

Prelude

Another special for the lovely @muzzleroars and a prequel to here. So I'll try to match what they describe on God first created Lucifer and hopefully get it right. I had accidentally resetted this post, effectively erasing all of my progress in the process. I hate my life. TT⁔TT

Enjoy my retake please.

Another star had exploded. He couldn't be surprised.

God stood outside of His humble home, sitting ontop of a planet He had made a month ago now.

He had been alone in his dimension he made for quite some time now, after He had left His family in His home realm in a quest to best everyone and make their own universes look pathetic.

In fact, He has forgotten how many spheres He had created so far?

He mindlessly began to count each one. Two... Six... Oh!

Nine. Nine Spheres of His own personal Heaven he had created so far. He took pride in it but then... That feeling of loneliness returns. How long was He been here? The thoughts of a time past him by has once again flooded His mind.

The memory of hurryingly leaving in anger with the intent of surpassing his father and mother in many ways than one. Every last one of His people will be watching and crying out of despair and every ounce of satisfaction will taste much sweeter then a piece of baked good and a jar of honey.

Yet... How come creating a universe of His own is a price to pay?

God sat down onto the stairs and rested His face onto His fist as he further sinks into his own parade of depression. His thoughts absently wandered across the cosmos of His own creation. It would be nice to have company by his side to talk to...

Company...

To talk to...

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He stood upright with a new idea in mind and its not going to be a Sphere. He is new to it however, no experience to making one but by the Great Being; He has to try.

He turn on His heel and walked back inside the building and walked quickly across the hallways of His humble home. His feet echoed across the vaulted walls as God rushed across them as he radiant light from his glowing form.

A light in the darkness as He reached the end of the hall and into a chamber as He looked ahead, nowhere else but ahead with the inspiration He has in mind. He finally stops once he reaches near the center of the chamber itself. God breathes deeply as He closed his eyes and extends His hands outward as he focused on signaling deep onto his energy within Him; at first, nothing is happening but a groan left Him as His legs under him shook a little. The feeling began to overtaking Him as He focused on it further and further no matter how deep of agony He can feel.

A small dot on His ever-glowing white chest as appeared, right where the heart should be. It stayed the same size but it slowly started to grow. And grow. Grow. grow. And grow until a ball of pastel burning light was extracted from Himself as He lets out a painful yell.

He shook but he ordered Himself to stay standing up to deal with the pain as a piece of His soul floated away from God until it reaches the center of the chamber just a mere ten feet away.

This act was unheard of amongst His people, no one has done this in over ten eons of their existence. He has committed the banned act of actually creating life.

He will worry about judgement of others later, His energy is focused on what matters right now. If God had teeth, He would grind them so hard that they will chip as He is deeply focused onto his ability into the fire but a few things that He did not account for in doing so of putting all of His strength and magic into; A beam of light flickered to life from the ceiling above, stardust and tiny sparkling stars appeared with a strong gust of wind, fire from the tiny sphere flew away and the inferno soon came, lit all around the chamber as bits of it reached every surface, lightning and thunder boomed and cracked and danced in the air. One of them grazed His left side of waist and hip.

Pain shot through but He bared through it to stay straight at the task in hand.

Wishing to be loved and adored is his greatest desire, and that will come from his creation born with life of its own.

Using His fathers words of disappointment to fuel it, using His mother's words of disgrace to fan it, using his siblings', aunts', uncles', teachers'-

EVERYONE-

He finally screams as the room was being flooded with too much power of the light, the chamber roared that shook the very foundations of the building itself yet He could've swore that he heard something else screaming-

Then everything went black.

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..."Father?" ... ... ... ...

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..."Father, are you well?" ... ... ... ...

"Father."

The first words He barely could hear when He opened his eyes slightly to see a pair of feet in front of him. He briefly closed them for a moment but that voice came once again.

"Father, at least let me help you."

He opened them back up slowly to see a blacken hand with golden finger nails reaching out to Him, its wrist was eloped with pastel-colored flames of Love and Adoration. Puzzled and shocked, he complied to taking it and subconsciously amazed at how easily it could pull him back on his feet with such ease and strength.

He noticed that it- That he is much shorter than him, just inches reaching past the first row of rips in his chest. but his wings can.

Unfurled and burning with fire as well, his darken visage looked up to him with only visible eye present as a halo with crosses and a face of His floated, surpassing gravity in all ways than one.

His body was nearly engulf in the fire of love yet he does not show no signs of pain or smelling any flesh burning so far. His creation's chest was littered with a pure white mark with golden outlines encasing around it.

The most beautiful angel God has ever created since his very first creation of this lonely universe and the start of it.

The most radiant creation tilted his head to the left, wings gently ever-so slightly down. It didn't take the Father a minute to guess what he silently asked. He wants a name for himself. Well, God had created this seraph after all, he could give him a name that he had quickly think of.

He spoke in tonuges quickly before the angel repeats after him.

"You are Lucifer." "I am Lucifer." "You will assist me in bringing light to all." "I will assist you in bringing light to all."

He lightly chuckled in this predicament. So, God has decided in the foreseeable future in case he does something like this again but putting a little tad energy into it in that time. He has gotten a new helping hand in the endless primordial chaos.

[thegreatimpersonator]

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[i-can-even-burn-salad]

And since I am tired of pissing on the poor:

It was never about the link to the current post. Yes yes, you can click the empty space in the blog header, yadda yadda.

It was always about the previous post in the chain.

[supercantaloupe]

very satisfying for once having a part book for a musical that not only allows but encourages you to mark it up however you damn please. i'm coloring in this bitch with highlighters like a five year old

[quitedisastrous]

me, on my work desktop since i'm in class: scary! sorry. (deletes all of the tabs with somewhat important things open instead of just. shifting to my normal desktop)

[twansgendew]

target="blank" is my fave part of html btw. shes like a wife 2 me