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minyamotoo 2 days ago
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strawpage request doodle 馃幐 x 馃帴
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lovenaiu 2 days ago
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Average Dragons Rising plot
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halokarii 2 days ago
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Redraw of my favourite scene from One Piece Movie 2!!
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Original:
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Bonus (totally canon) interpretation of this scene:
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foopsie-daisy 3 days ago
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When you sneeze while you鈥檙e on your period. Or whatever.
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letyhide 17 hours ago
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something something.... Mapicc helped Zam fix her metal arm when it malfuncioned once....
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p1astri-driver1 2 days ago
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George's nephew wanting a picture with Oscar and then specifying he doesn't want one with Lando... he's so wise beyond his years
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roborain 2 days ago
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Steppenwolf in a nutshell
okay i lied put your clothes back on we're not having sex i'm fundamentally evil and i need you to kill me
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pesky--dust 2 days ago
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Abigail comes from the Biblical Hebrew: 讗植讘执讬讙址讬执诇 / 讗植讘执讬讙指讬执诇 示膫岣嚹浮ay墨l, meaning my father's joy.
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spexirou 10 hours ago
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I DORGOT TO POST THIS
I did a piece for the @spamtonzine ages ago! Enjoy! I鈥檓 still v haply with it :p
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rhapsoddity 2 days ago
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My Misadventures smp Sona!!
theyre a travelling painter mostly based in Meriport, looking for inspiration to paint! Theyre a pretty nervous guy,, he just wants to be left to draw but they're so many interesting characters afoot-
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spookyboogieanarchist 1 day ago
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I thought my friend had done this bc she has this my little pony ass name, something like Verity Apple-Orchard. Which I thought was very cool. And then I met her dad and he was like Hi I'm Mr. Apple-Orchard, and then behind him was her grandad like Hi I'm Old Man Apple-Orchard
big shoutout to trans people that decide to change their last name too. sometimes you鈥檝e just gotta throw the whole name out and start from the beginning.
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void-bitten-ghost 1 day ago
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On the reverse of that one sleep deprived Lucanis post... Rook being dead on their feet, night terrors of that day in the ritual grounds keeping them on the edge of something. A breakdown? A panic attack? Maybe accidentally accepting the next spirit's deal just to get it to leave them the fuck alone in the fade--
Good job Spite doesn't let anything near them. Just like Lucanis, Spite has chosen Rook as one of his, and his are off limits.
Anyway. They're struggling, scavenging in the kitchen for something to chew on, Lucanis oddly nowhere to be seen. Usually he'd hear them scuttling around and jump at the chance to offer something. Food, or drink, or even just his company. But the pantry door remains still, slightly ajar.
They take a peek inside. Empty. No one. Not a soul amongst the hanging herbs and onion sacks. Was it groceries day? Probably. Rook isn't too sure what day it is, but looking at the pantry they deduced that they could all use a few things. He's so good like that. He just, takes care of them all, makes sure theyre all fed...
Counting hurts. Light hurts. Sound hurts. Even the idea of the bright wall of water in their supposed 'room' makes their head throb. So they close the pantry door from the inside, snuffing out any candles or lanterns on the way to sit gently on the cot. The stillness helps. The dark, closed space soaked in the smell of blade oil and well worn leather feels safe.
They lean back against the wall, cool and grounding, and just breathe, eventually listing to the side and curling up around the threadbare blanket. The oil smell is stronger there, and so is some sort of floral spice. Hot, but also light, like a good meal in the summer.
They don't even remember deciding to lay down, let alone falling asleep there.
But that's how Lucanis finds them, hand fisted in his sheets and shaking from what he can only discern is a terrible nightmare.
'Not how you wanted that to happen...' Spite is a fly in his peripheral. A nuisance. Not now, he wants to shout, but then Rook is crying and nope. Not on his watch. Not if he can stop it.
His hands hover over them, not knowing what to do.
"Rook...?" He calls, but there's no answer. Only hears them groan and flushes in embarrassment.
"Rook? I'm here," he says, sitting delicately on the edge. He drums up the nerve to place a hand on their shoulder, hoping it somehow grounds them in reality. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Now, when Rook wakes to an arm around them... that's a little unexpected by both parties
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ludicleaf 7 hours ago
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bested
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girldriveroscar 2 days ago
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