mvbit42 · 2 months ago
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hi tumblr just popping in to say hi
actually no i'm not popping that would be painful...
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snailpass · 19 days ago
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they are both so stupid (neither one knows how to make the first move)
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picklesthenonbeanary · 3 months ago
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@certainlynotclock i drew your guy. was gonna post earlier but my phone isn't able to access tumblr rn so :/
anyway, here you go. good luck on your journey for salt!
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rayalitysaga · 2 months ago
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Steam commission for @.CRites900 on Discord 🌹
If you're curious about how my Steam commissions work or are interested in purchasing one! Feel free to DM me! <3
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limeishpingu · 1 year ago
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I can't believe no one has mentioned this yet but
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THEYRE HOLDING HANDS IN THE DAMN OPENING?????
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raventhewolf9 · 1 month ago
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Will Wood sketch!!! I plan to finish this sometime later today or maybe tomorrow idk, don't really feel like doing it now
I'm not really used to drawing humans and I much prefer drawing animals, so if it looks wonky or anything that's why (tips are appreciated!! /nf)
All that aside though, I'm pretty proud of this!! I think it looks good so far :3
(Reference photo under cut)
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skookathing · 2 months ago
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Made a walking sim game for gmtk jam
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WE ARE UNDER FUCKING ATTACK
play free
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t-cross-t · 2 years ago
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thegirlwholivesin-delusion · 8 months ago
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Ok crocheters (is that a word?) Of tumblr I need help ;-;
So I decided to just practice normal single stitch right?
But what happened was the edges were uneven (like one part was bigger than the others)
So to fix it I just did this.
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But now it looks like a purple rice ball and has a weird triangular shape.
So can you guys give me tips on how to makw the ends the same size?
Also how do I end off the project?
Like what's the stitch for that?
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fairytypingg · 18 days ago
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funky ass catgirl ig
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echopy · 1 year ago
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Surprise Hug!!!
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( @pansear-doodles​ hi hello how you doing have a nice day if u’re reading this) My overworked brain rembered to post this on discord but forgor to post this on tumblr so here i am posting this on da tumblr anyways DA BESTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!
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fire-mage-719 · 1 year ago
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So for context for the answers.
I love 4/5 but I really miss playing through the full game as just one character like you do in 1, 2, and 3. Though I agree that the story beats of 4/5 are really good with how they swap between characters, I want to be able to do the whole story as one character like you can with Vergil in DMC 5.
In my mind I think having a new Protag (or antagonist like character like Vergil was in DMC 3) would be very cool. New character to be introduced. I had this fun idea of a dual character: where you play as two characters at once, one long ranged and one melee ranged, button combos for both, but they fight together and do sick moves together or whatever. But ATL I think a new character would be cool.
More weapons for Dante don't necessarily have to be NEW weapons, but I think we should let the man go crazy. Let him have like 8 weapon options that all play differently. That way on the selection screen you can choose what 4 you'd like to use/load in with. That way the save areas would hold some more "importance" in late game, where you can switch out weapons that might do better in the first half of a level for weapons that'd do better in the latter half.
Where is my girl Kyrie. Let me see my girl Kyrie.
I want Mundus to come back and get his ass clapped. I want Dante to be like "oh you fucked with my brother for 20 plus years? Your ass is grass, son". I think it'd be fun. It might open up the opportunity for a new big bad too for future installments.
Playable Lady and Trish is just. YK. The next step. Let me play as Lady and Trish please.
New Evil Corpo to beat up just sounds fun. Instead of fighting Mundus, you'd get to fight some dumbfuck company who thought. Y'know. What if we try that summoning hell thing. For power, yk? And then you'd get three Sparda boys come in to kick their asses. I think it'd be great.
This is the one I want the most. I want them to all be a stupid little family together.
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cosmicphenix · 6 months ago
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A little bit of my art for ye? Yeah why not lol
IT ME! literally, I drew my persona finally lmao
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Thats it. That's the post.
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end3rboy · 2 years ago
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Crossover of the century
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rayalitysaga · 2 months ago
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Upgraded from Sai v.1 to Sai v.2 a while ago and sketched Elorey to test things out! He came out very well and I uncovered a new sketching style I enjoy using too ♥️
(Elorey goes by he/him)
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lilacdreamerart · 10 months ago
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Not All That Glitters Is Gold
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Summary: A retelling of the 'Fern Flower' legend (a story widely known in slavic countries - or at least it used to be when I was a child) in the James Cameron's Avatar setting.
Word count: 1475
Warnings: death mention, environmental destruction
Author's Note: Please bear with me, as it's the first written work I've ever published to tumblr and I have no idea what I should put here. I haven't written fanfics a lot either. Written originally around ~1yr ago, but I don't think any new lore made it even less canon than it already was - if anything the opposite, as Onutxe is now implied to be Sarentu (which probably doesn't make sense in the timeline, but shh), even though she wasn't originally.
The fire was getting dimmer and flickered, moved by the subtle gusts of wind traveling through the trees. Onutxe was sitting right next to it, watching the flames dance, as she gathered her thoughts. In front of her, on the opposite side, three smaller figures looked at her, eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.
Finally, she looked at the Na’vi youth gathered around and spoke:
“I hope you’re comfortable and warm, as this will be a long story…”
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…Ages ago, around the time of The First Songs, there used to be a Clan living nearby. They shared the same Wilderness as the one you call your home, but were also bound to the plains on its border, using the best of both worlds to their advantage.
And in that Clan, there was a boy. Young hunter, not much older than some of you. They called him Atawi. Atawi was well-known for his skills, but was also very curious, sometimes a bit too much for his own good. He often got himself into trouble, but he was good-intentioned. But above all, he was also known to believe in everything he heard, regardless of how abstract that could be. That’s why, when he heard about Brightflower, it was not a surprise to anyone that he decided he will be the one to find it. Now, a Brightflower was an old story even then. It was said that on the ‘shortest night’  of the year, during a Festival of Broken Lights, a mysterious flower blooms deep in the Wilderness. And whoever finds it and bonds with it will be gifted a forbidden knowledge that could change our world forever.
You would think that one would wonder if maybe there was a reason why the knowledge was forbidden. But curiosity sometimes gets the best of us. And none of the Clan elders really believed Brightflower could be real, so no one tried to stop Atawi from searching for it.
Atawi himself got very excited about the idea. So when the Festival time came, he went into the Wilderness with a clear goal in mind.
He wandered around the forest for hours, surrounded by natural wonders. Hundreds of plants glowing with all colors imaginable, filling the space with light so bright as if it wasn’t an eclipse time at all. Animal chatter filled the air; short barks of the nantang pack hunting somewhere nearby; ikran calling each other in the trees. But it was as if Atawi was blind to it all, so focused on his one objective.
Finally, when the eclipse was coming to an end, he saw it. A weird, plant-like being, unlike any he has seen before. It indeed looked like a blooming flower, with big but delicate, strongly glowing gold petals. Fiery, flame-looking Kuru tendrils were sprouting from its middle. Atawi almost tripped, running towards it. But there he was, standing in front of his long-sought-after goal.
He hesitated for a second. Maybe that was Eywa trying to change his mind, knowing the future results of his decisions. Or maybe that was his own subconsciousness pointing out that if he goes too far there won’t be a way back.
Regardless, the sun was slowly coming from behind the Polyphemus and there wasn’t much time to think it over. Atawi knew if he didn’t do it now, he would regret it for the whole next year, if not his whole life. And besides, getting knowledge doesn't equal using it, right?
Young hunter took his own Kuru and lifted it to the flower. Orange tendrils met him quickly, hungrily, bonding both beings together.
Glittering rock broken apart by a crude tool. Molten substance flowing through a carved tunnel. Weapons shining in the sun, so sharp they could cut through any animal’s skin. Iridescent trinkets adorned with silver and golden pieces. Light dancing on tools, weapons and jewelry made with materials never before seen.
Atawi’s eyes were open wide as he took in the vision given to him by the Brightflower. At the very end a message shaped into words appeared in his mind. “You can have it all, but be warned - not all that glitters is gold”.
The next day Atawi gathered all people in his Clan and talked in detail about what he saw. He insisted they should try following the vision, as it would make them the best hunters and warriors among the Na’vi Clans. And the only thing they should be worried about was the use of the right materials, as that was the warning he got, right?
The Clan’s elders were skeptical. While they lived their whole lives not believing in Brightflower, they didn’t think Atawi could come up with these ideas by himself. On the other hand a lot of younger members were very enthusiastic about the whole thing. The Clan was getting somewhat torn by the discussion and it looked like the final decision was to be made by the tsahík. But the Clan’s spiritual leader was relatively young and inexperienced, so instead of searching for guidance within Eywa, under the pressure of majority, she decided to embrace the vision Atawi received, regardless of its source.
And so the Clan started to mine rocks in the mountains, brought them home and melted them until they became liquid and could be easily reshaped into a variety of things. They built structures, ‘furnaces’ as they were called, to make that work more effective.
And they indeed gained better weapons that made hunting and skinning animals easier. Their adornments were the most unique among the nearby Clans, catching attention and bringing some jealousy, that made them all the more attractive to wear. And the new tools they were able to make helped them create clothes, houses and other objects much faster and with less effort.
On the surface it seemed that the Clan was never better and it truly was a good decision to follow the vision. But what they didn’t notice themselves was that all these changes slowly made them less and less connected to the Wilderness and even to the Great Mother herself. They no longer felt the need to thank for every hunt, now that they were almost effortless. They started to cut parts of the forest to feed the ‘furnaces’. They were focused on what they could gain and use for themselves, with no thought left about giving back.
And finally the inevitable happened. The mining parties were less and less careful about where they mine and how much they take. They made it dangerously close to one of the sacred sites, where the Spirit Tree was located. On that day, someone made a mistake, a wrong rock was struck and a mass of rocks cascaded down, burying the Tree. When they finally managed to uncover it, it was broken and lifeless, and they were to blame.
The news traveled fast and the whole Clan turned to chaos. Some blamed the miners for direct action, others blamed the tsahík for allowing the whole operation. And to protect his mate, the olo’eyktan put the blame on Atawi’s shoulders. It wasn’t hard to convince others, after all he was the one that came up with the whole idea or bonded with Brightflower as he claimed.
Atawi became an outcast by the Clan’s decision, but it wasn’t the end of this tragedy. While destroying the ‘furnaces’ they created, flames from one of them jumped to the forest floor and started spreading rapidly. Despite everyone’s best efforts, the fire swallowed not only the Clan’s home, but all of the Clan’s members with it. Atawi was the only survivor, cursed with the weight of what happened until his death.
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Onutxe looked at the youth’s faces, their emotions painted over them clearly.
“As is the case with every story, this one too teaches us an important lesson.” She spoke once again, now her eyes focused on the fire in front of her. “Not every opportunity is worth taking. Not every gift should be accepted. As the flower itself said, not all that glitters is gold. Remember that.”
Kids nodded, clearly moved by the story. She smiled at them kindly.
“And now, I believe it’s time for you to sleep.” She stood up and made a shooing gesture towards them. “Come on, we don’t want your parents to be worried about you!”
“Buuut-” A choir of voices tried to protest.
“No buts if you want more stories in the future!”
She kept smiling as young Na’vi slowly moved towards their marui. She hoped they would take this story to heart. She wasn’t particularly worried about any of them finding Brightflower, regardless if it was real or not, but with Sky People trying to claim more and more of their world for themselves and sending Dreamwalkers to scout around, it was crucial to know not everyone could be trusted.
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