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#a rare sight
wehavekookies · 3 months
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Suddenly, a sketch of Vic being cute and smiling for once.
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lime202 · 8 months
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Sleepy Affection
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francrows · 7 months
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drama queen (king?)
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telling-tragedy · 11 months
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a/e + a little pda. as a treat.
never, ever let me try and draw background elements again
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whumpitisthen · 2 years
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Masterlist
"Have you ever cut your finger before?
It's such a small, insignificant wound, yet it bleeds so much and it burns. It burns for a good while, and accidents like that happen so fast, you barely register it before it's over. It's because the skin on your palm and fingers is a lot more sensitive than it is on the rest of your body. It makes sense if you think about it; you do use your hands to gather information about objects, so they have to be sensitive.
Injuries on your hands are annoying too. They constantly reopen, because you keep moving them around. They heal slower because of that.
I want you to imagine you cutting your hand while slicing some onions. It's a searing pain that will stay and bleed. You won't be able to forget about it, despite it being such a little cut, still bleeding and sending jolts up your tendons hours later, making your finger curl. You can cover it with a single bandage, yet you will constantly see and feel it getting irritated.
Now, I want you to imagine your hand cut to pieces, sliced open over and over, across each digit, each muscle. I want you to imagine a blade dividing your flesh slowly, meticulously. I want you to see white under all that blood in some places, see your muscles work uselessly, struggling to obey your instincts to tear away and hug your fist close to your chest. I want you to imagine what it would be like to experience that same accident slower and more, so much more. I want you to imagine what it would really feel like to watch your hand be dissected, twitching and ruined, never to heal right again.
Can you comprehend how much it would hurt? How desperately you would scream and wail? How badly you would want it to end barely two cuts in? How it would go on and on, until there is nothing left but a puddle of gore at the end of your arm?
...Do you see it all in front of you? Can you see your own hand being mutilated like that?
Good. I want you to do something else for me now.
I want you to give me your hand."
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nocturnalazure · 1 year
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sayonaramidnight · 1 year
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Send 🪷 to see them feeling peaceful or doing a peaceful activity.
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<3
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slytherinshua · 1 year
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in the rain is so good :( and i miss long songs like that in kpop
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malaky-nightm4r3 · 2 years
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Art dump
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I did some joke outfit swaps between Midnight and Garden sys (partner @garden-of-idiots )
One more outfit swap and more (actual and non-shitposty) art below:
Me and Chance outfit swap non-joking version (imsosorryformine)
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As well as (venty but not actually vent) dark art
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Also some of my markings ref!
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Interested in commissioning me? I can only do traditional, but can do (simple) colour now with a crayola pencil set lol
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oldtvlover · 1 year
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Hey guys,
so me again and a bit busy with the little stamps series, so to speak.
The station collects stamps for a barbeque grill and it’s best to say not to let Johnny take charge of trading it. The shock of all is priceless and Roy flees immediately. Ouch!
But in the end, all men melt away at a little baby! Aw.
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So, I lost my job today
I just wanted to let you guys know that I have lost my job of 3 years today. It is a proper gut punch, not gonna lie. Thankfully, the world has not ended for me. I am not depressed, I still have options and opportunities and I will find a new place eventually. Please do not worry about me. :)
I’m only writing this to let you guys know. So that, if for some reason the usual wait between TFS chapters drag on longer, you will know the reason. I am either recovering or job hunting, or settling into a new job. Then again, this means more free time, so who knows, I might be more prolific. I honestly have no idea.
If you’d like to help me out in some small way, check out my Ko-fi page! It  is only a one-time 2 dollars, and I would truly appreciate your support ^^
https://ko-fi.com/kenyizsu
Thank you guys so much! Auriel is still with us, fear not!
2022.12.07.
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“Where’s Birchsweet?”
Myrtlewing sniffed around the resting place where his… he supposed his friend would normally sleep during gatherings. Where he could keep an eye on her and occasionally soothe the little moments of confusion that gripped her.
He nosed the moss, trying to make sure it was soft. After all, her joints were fragile these days.
“Hey! You!” He paused, trying to remember the name of the warrior he was addressing.
“Sloehawk!”
The white molly turned, her battle roughened hackles raising.
“Oh. you. Myrtlewing. What do you want this time?”
The offense was almost enough to make him claw her a new face.
“Where’s Birchsweet?”
Her tail drooped, and she looked away.
“She’s gone.”
“Gone?” He restrained himself. This wasn’t the first time Birchsweet had wandered. It wouldn’t be the last time either, knowing how age had addled her mind, snagging at the fiber of her memories. He couldn’t kill anyone for his friend getting lost.
“Well then why isn’t anyone-”
“You don’t get it.” Sloehawk’s snarl made him jump.
“She’s gone to Starclan, Myrtlewing. She’s dead.”
Cold water seemed to rush through his ears, deafening him as he recalled, reasoned, and attempted to rationalize this impossible knowledge into something he could use.
“How.”
“Tallpaw said it was age.”
“Tallpaw still has the eyes of a kit!” He stepped forward, bristling, hurting in a way he could not quite name.
“She can’t be dead!”
“Well she is!”
Sloehawk vanished into the throng of bodies, leaving Myrtlewing to face the awful truth.
Birchsweet- the old dear- was dead.
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todaysbird · 5 months
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shoutout to this random-ass guy who had this incredibly rare bird sighting
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drawedherbarium · 1 year
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‼️TW graphic image of wound and blood‼️
wake up sweetie, a little of my OC's lore just dropped
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akanemnon · 1 year
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Welcome to the underground
FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT
MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)
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sopuu · 4 months
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guys you’d never guess who i just drew 🤯
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