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[josegremarquez]

La propiedad display en CSS: Desde lo básico a los diseños más avanzados.

La propiedad display determina el tipo de caja que un elemento forma y cómo se comporta dentro del flujo del documento. En otras palabras, indica si un elemento se mostrará como un bloque, una línea o si se ocultará por completo. Valores de la propiedad display La propiedad display admite varios valores, cada uno con un comportamiento específico: Valores básicos: block: Crea un bloque que…

[akkivee]

i will miss the block party outfits for everyone tbh lol

[op3ra]

medic

[caryscat]

me when!!!....!!! me when i have so much fucking RAGE!!

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Pontiac Tempest LeMans Sport Coupe, 1962. The LeMans was created in late 1961 as a top trim package of the compact-sized Tempest. The Tempest shared its Y-body with other GM brands which meant it had a transaxle gearbox providing 50/50 weight distribution (see cutaway). It came with a 3.2 litre Trophy inline 4 cylinder that was created by halving a standard Pontiac V8 block. It was also available with Buick's aluminium 215ci V8 but very few Tempests were ordered with the V8 engine, around 1% of total sales.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1969 Chevy Camaro

The 1969 Chevy Camaro stands as one of the most iconic muscle cars ever produced. Its sharp styling, powerful engine options, and overall performance have cemented its legendary status.

* Distinctive Styling: The 1969 Camaro featured a redesigned body with sharper lines, a new grille, and updated taillights. The overall look was more aggressive and muscular than previous years.

* Performance Variants: Chevrolet offered a wide range of engines, from the base six-cylinder to high-performance V8s. The SS package, in particular, was highly sought after for its powerful engines and performance-oriented features.

* RS Appearance Package: The RS package added cosmetic enhancements like hidden headlights, black-out grille, and special badging, giving the car a sportier look.

* Z/28: This performance-focused model was designed for racing and featured a high-revving small-block V8 engine, along with other performance upgrades.

The 1969 Camaro offered a variety of engines to suit different preferences and budgets:

* Base engines: Inline-6 and small-block V8 options

* Performance-oriented engines: Larger V8s, including the legendary 396 cubic inch and 427 cubic inch big-blocks

The SS package elevated the Camaro to a higher level of performance. It typically included larger V8 engines, performance-tuned suspension, and visual cues to distinguish it from base models..

[plaidos]

Ugh. I just got in an argument with a detrans in a discord server over her wondering why one of my gfs blocked her. And i gave her the reason (militantly hating on couples and wishing theyd break up on valentines day like she was dumped becuse she hates the holiday (i do too but i dont do that shit)) and we got into a spat and she hit me with the classic "dude" even in her apology to the server she said "But you can see from previous messages I call everyone dude" even though she didn't dude once at me ever until she started getting mad. She asked for the reason why she was blocked and when it was given she got all indignant and defensive. Well now I have her blocked too. Ain't no time to deal with that shit.

it’s literally not worth arguing or engaging at all with anybody who identifies as “detrans” imo. like you can say you used to identify as trans, sure, but to identify specifically as “detrans” to me feels inline with people who identify specifically as “ex-gay” and their general politics. people who used to think they were gay don’t identify as “ex-gay” or wax poetic about how much they destroyed their own life by being allowed to be briefly gay, but that seems to be the entire conversation surrounding people who ID as “detrans”

[possiblylando]

So minecraft stuff for a minute; What are ghasts?? I always assumed they were some kind of amphibian or maybe just a literal spirit creature but they fact they have a baby form (one thats capable of long term hibernation noless) pretty directly implies they're an actual biological creature?? Theres no evidence of them laying eggs so are they mammals?? ARE THEY A TYPE OF FISH? In the minecraft universe fish don't lay eggs they reproduce like mammals (atleast vaguely because you can't directly breed them so they might still lay eggs just in that limbo zone of 'its happening but you're not seeing it happen cause we didn't add fish eggs as a block') which could potentially be inline with ghasts?

Anyway right now I'm gonna go with "Ghasts are actually Nether Fish" until theres more information because there are fish like the Pleco that can near completely dry out then come back to life once they're submerged in water again.

[blufox234isadumbname]

what if minecraft mod/plugin/command block youtubers were cafe baristas? (because java joke haha)

fundy was my very first test of the concept a long while ago and hes kinda already perfect to design around because white streaked brown hari already got latte vibes, i made him more furry than i normally do though without long snoot so he kinda has miles tails prower if he was lanky energy (and tbf i want him to be like steampunky engineer design so ths kinda fits). the most prominentschanges is jsut to keep more inline with his skin and add drippy milk (latte compared to cappucino has more milk with little foam) i think my gooper influence is showing here but i digress

doctor4t was my actual second time designing for this concept, cappucino fit him very nice witht eh dress shape. he kinda has that maid cafe inspo behind it which fits. i kinda want to add more patters with hsi dress to be more fancy late table cloth like but this pass is so good and solid in terms of color adn shape

knarfy is my new one and i chose affogato for him, part of me want to give it to mysti instead because cat pun but i chose against cause i think the round shape kinda fits with knarfy's teddy bear thing. hsi outfit is mostly based on old timery ice parlour outfits with teh striped vest and hat, i mostly focused on drizzles and marbleing for that. also spoons, too much spoon dear god

also if youre wondering: mysti is instant coffee or coffee powder kinda based on american diner waitresses with the roller skates, systemzee will be tiramisu animal farmer (pitchfork included), unsure abt eightsidedsquare, MAYBE something like a cold brew idk what kind

[cmdrfupa]

Have my unedited Ino thoughts

You let out a sigh, trying to remind yourself that it wasn’t a big deal.

People flake, it happens. But damn, blocking you?

Stinging regret settled as you thought on your genius “date outside of your comfort zone” idea. This was suppose to be the year of no expectations just fun and now those no expectations had you sitting on a bench at a park, eating a sad ice cream cone after being stood up.

The night winds blew gently, and with that came the sounds of wheels gliding across the pavement coming from behind you.

One, two, three, four, five. Five guys skating up one by one. A pink haired one on inlines closely behind, recording the masked leader while blasting probably the last song you thought you’d hear at a skatepark.

He did what you knew to be a frontside flip thanks to your brother then proceeded with moving closer to the camera to lift his balaclava just enough to show his mouth.

Something shiny caught your attention and you cocked your head to the side as you he flicked his tongue out. A silver ball. A tongue ring.

“And that’s how you serve up. TakuDori skate team, ready to be the reigning street champs yet again. See you at the finals, baby boy.” He kissed the camera and you rolled your eyes with a laugh.

Licking your ice cream cone, you smiled as he pulled his mask off and all of a sudden you could sit for just a little longer. “Well..” light brown hair, stuck to his forehead and nape as he lifted his long sleeve over his head, white undershirt sticking to him. “Damn. Definitely a fuckboy.”

“Good shit Yu! Buzz for the next tourney is going to really bring in a huge crowd.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turning to give you a view of the probably the prettiest tattoo you’d ever seen on a person: Three dragons circled around a sea turtle. Vibrant with hues of red, green, yellow and browns that looked like water color.

Impressive.

He was tall, lean and effortless and he skated around twirling his shirt above his head. Weaving around the park like it was his personal playground with a physique that… well… it didn’t hurt that he was etched from marble.

You watched as he launched off a ramp, landing smoothly before skidding to a stop near the edge of the park— near you.

And then it happened. He tugged the undershirt off over his head, revealing toned abs and a much broader chest than you originally imagined, and used it to wipe sweat from his neck.

It was such a quick— natural— completely unintentional motion but it had you stuck. At least until he caught you staring.

“You enjoying the show?” He asked, his voice light and teasing. When your eyes snapped to meet his, you saw the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He definitely noticed.

“I wasn’t—“ you lied, stumbling over your words, heat rushing to you cheeks. “I wasn’t watching.”

“Mhmm.” He raised his eyebrow, clicking the metal ball against his teeth, clearly unconvinced while slinging the shirt over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I’d probably stare also if I saw someone pulling off the moves I just did.”

That earned an eyeroll. “Our humble king.”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Confidence is key.”

“Or annoying” you shot back, though the smile growing on your face betrayed your amusement. He caught it and leaned against his board, his grin now undeniable.

“I’m Ino,” he offered his hand. His tone had softened slightly the teasing still there but warmer now, more genuine.

You told him your name, and his eyes lit up like he'd just found something precious. "Nice to meet you. So, what brings you to the skate park? Don't tell me you're secretly a pro skater about to put us all to shame."

"Not likely," you replied with a laugh. "I was at that Thai restaurant across the street. Was supposed to meet someone. A date."

"A date?" He tilted his head, his interest clearly piqued. "Soooo… where are they?"

"They didn't show," you admitted, trying to keep your tone light. "Guess they had better things to do."

His expression shifted, the playful smirk giving way to something softer, more thoughtful. "Better things to do than hang out with you? Mmm, doubt."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "Flattery's not going to get you anywhere," you said, though your cheeks warmed at his words. “You just met me, Ino.”

"Oh, it's not flattery," he replied, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the fence. "It's just facts. Honestly, standing someone like you up? Tragic. But hey, their loss is my gain."

"Your gain?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "And what exactly are you gaining here?"

"The chance to make it up to you," he said without missing a beat. "How about this: one date. No standing you up, no awkward silences, just me, you, and a guarantee that I'm way more fun than whoever bailed on you."

You stared at him, torn between disbelief and amusement. He was bold, that was for sure, but there was something disarming about his confidence-like it wasn't just an act. "You're really not shy, are you?"

"Life's too short to be shy, pretty girl. " he said, flashing you a grin so genuine it made your heart skip. "So? What do you say?"

You hesitated, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him shift his weight, his grin faltering ever so slightly. Then you smiled. "Alright, Ino. You've got yourself a date."

His grin returned full force “"Perfect. You won't regret it, I promise."

“And if I do?”

“I’ll give you my right eye to wear as a charm,” He put his hand up. “Scouts honor.”

“That’s so extreme. I’d just let you have another date, dumbass.”

It was like his eyes turned into hearts. “Yes ma’am.”

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[josegremarquez]

Propiedades CSS para dar ay una apariencia similar a etiquetas semánticas

Propiedades CSS para dar a <div> y <section> una apariencia similar a etiquetas semánticas Si bien las etiquetas semánticas como <header>, <section>, <aside>, y <footer> ofrecen un significado inherente a su contenido, las etiquetas <div> y <section> son más genéricas y requieren de estilos CSS para definir su apariencia y comportamiento. A continuación, te presento algunas propiedades CSS que…

[changes]

Friday, September 8th, 2023

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🛠 Fixed

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[janokenmun]

ye!! its p neat :3 its become my favorite language for those reasons (i love returning multiple values). notably it's still a low-level language, it has a lot of the user-friendliness of higher-level ones but also offers a lot of control if you need it id say

If any Haskell and or Rust fans follow me, give me 1 good reason to learn them

[intubatedangel]

Pageant Fever : Chapter 5

As promised :)

Story Index    

Pageant Fever: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

* * *

Tilly ignored the water splashing across the front of her scrubs as she reached in deeper to get both hands under Zara's shoulders, using her forearms to support the beauty's head as her whole body convulsed wildly in the ice bath. Alarms began to chorus from the monitors in a cacophony of tones and chimes.

"Get her back on the bed!" Carl's voice cut through the commotion of alarms, as other nurses rushed to help. Tilly continued to support Zara's head as the sling whirred and lifted her out of the churning water. Her limbs twitched and shook, muscles driven by random and chaotic electrical signals cascading through her nervous system. The other nurses helped to protect the lines and contain the worst of the thrashing to keep her in the sling. Meanwhile Carl had dragged the crash cart right up next to the bed and was drawing some drugs into a syringe. He grabbed the IV even as Zara was being carefully swung over the bed, fingers slipping along its length to find the inline port. "Pushing diazepam, 10mg."

The sling lowered Zara's naked body onto the trauma bed. As soon as it went slack, the bands were unhooked and left to fall loose over the sides of the bed, ignored. With Zara's body twitching madly, trying to remove the sling from beneath her would be impractical.

Tilly remained at the head of the bed, following her training. Her hands cradled Zara's head gently. She didn't hold tightly, or try to fight Zara's convulsive movements. Her hands merely offered a cushion for Zara's head to bounce off, keeping it contained and protecting the ventilator hose. The integrated bite block of the tube holder also proved its worth, as even from this angle Tilly could see how tightly Zara's jaw was clenched.

She spared a glance at the monitor, but the chaos of the seizure produced enough artefacting that the ECG reading was a garbled mess matching the strident alarms. The diazepam began to take effect, the seizure slowing, becoming less intense. Then in a split second it stopped completely, Zara falling totally limp on the bed.

But the monitor continued its alarming. Tilly shifted her fingers to the carotid pulse point. After a few seconds she looked up at Carl and shook her head. He sighed. "Pulseless V-tach. Someone get on her chest and ready the defib."

* * *

As Anna walked back to the relatives room, she tried to quell the unease boiling inside her. This was going to be a difficult conversation. Not just because Jaya's daughter was in such a precarious condition, but also because Anna was about to accuse her of causing Zara's potentially lethal predicament. She stopped outside the door and took a deep breath, steeling herself, then opened the door.

Jaya was still sat on the couch staring at the floor, statuesque, her arms still wrapped protectively around the handbag. She didn't even look up as Anna entered the room.

"Mrs. Chamarthi." Anna said as she stepped over to the couch opposite Jaya, a squat coffee table separating the two. "Mrs. Chamarthi." Anna repeated, slightly sterner, finally forcing the older woman to look up at her. "Zara is in a very critical condition. We need to know if she has taken anything. Anything at all. I'm not talking about party drugs." Anna drew in another breath, studying Jaya intently. "Has she ever used anything she might have bought online? Something for weight loss?"

When Jaya's arms tensed around the handbag, Anna froze, feeling her stomach drop. She was right. She took a moment to settle herself, cutting off a flare of anger before it could build. It was clear that Jaya had seen the realisation on Anna's face when her eye's flicked back to the floor and stayed there.

"Mrs Chamarthi." Anna's voice softened. "If you know anything. You need to tell us. I'm sure you didn't mean for any of this to happen. The criminals who sell these drugs never mention the side effects. But you need to understand." She paused, picturing her own daughter, imagining the effects her next word would have on herself. "Zara is very ill. It is likely that even with the right treatments, she won't survive. The only chance she has is if we know what she took, and every second matters right now."

For the longest moment, Jaya remained stoney faced and silent, then she cracked. Her face crumpled and she let out a sob. "I'm so sorry. I didn't..." Her words chocked off, but her arms released the tight grip on the hand bag and her hand reached inside, pulling out a cardboard box, the same kind you'd have for any over the counter medicine. She dropped it on the table as she buried her face in her hands.

Anna pushed herself to her feet, picking up the box on the way and made for the door. As she headed towards Resus 3 she examined the box closer. It was obviously not a real product. The cardboard was flimsy, the artwork upon it clearly printed on an old domestic printer, complete with streaky lines and a strange colour shift where one of the colour cartridges had run out. It also lacked any of the information you'd find on a real pharmaceutical product. No ingredients list, no dosage, no side effects. She opened it up carefully, almost surprised to see that the pills were at least in a blister pack instead of completely loose. They were small and yellow, with no identifying markings, but they matched the description of dangerous black market 2,4-DNP pills that had been on the database. Her heart sank as she reached Resus 3 and looked through the doors to see Zara's body shaking rhythmically as her chest was brutally compressed.

* * *

Jamie took up the first round of compressions, his huge hands making Zara look small on the trauma bed. There was so much power in his frame that it looked to Tilly as if he was barely making any effort. Tilly herself had detached the ventilator and fixed the yellow ambu bag to Zara's ET tube, pumping the bag steadily every few seconds. Trish was managing the drugs, drawing the first round to be ready for Carl's order, while Kirstie had taken up the chart to record the details. Marie had set the defib to charge, before she grabbed a towel and did her best to dry off Zara's chest, careful to avoid dislodging any electrodes. She dropped the towel behind her without ceremony, quickly checking that the still attached Combo Pads had stayed firmly secured. She gave a Carl a nod as she retreated, his finger hovering over the shock button on the defibrillator.

A few moments later the machine let out the double bleep of a readied charge. "Everyone clear." Carl said, waiting a moment as Tilly plucked off the ambu bag and Jamie held up his hands, leaning back slightly on the step that stuck out from the trauma beds bottom rail. "Shocking." He said, finger twitching against the button. The machine delivered the shock, Zara's body giving a sharp spasm on the bed. Everyone's gaze turned to the monitor, watching the momentary chaos of the shock return to the sawtooth of V-tach.  "No response, resume compressions and bagging, give her one of adrenaline and a round of atropine. We'll shock again in 1 minute."

The jumped back into action, Trish reaching for the IV with the already prepared drugs in hand. Jamie was already back in position, tilting his weight into Zara's chest before Tilly had even picked the up the bag again. She almost had to snatch the end of the tube as Jamie's compressions forced Zara's entire body to rock in rhythm on the bed. The bed itself rattled as the force translated into the frame. Tilly was aware of all the motion around her, perfectly alert to everything, including the slight squeak of the door as it opened, as Anna returned. Tilly looked over her shoulder, still squeezing the bag. The expression on Anna's face was a grim one, and in her hand was a small box.

Carl let out a sigh. "Trish." He said, nodding at the defib as she finished inserting the ALS drugs. He stepped out of the group around the bed, heading around to Anna. Anna flashed Tilly a sad smile before turning to her husband.

* * *

"It was these." She said, handing over the box. "The pills match the description." She sighed as Carl opened the box and tipped the blister of pills into his hand. "Just one. Just one pill did this to her." Anna voice was filled with her melancholy and second-hand regret. Carl looked them over, then put them back in the box. He took a couple of steps away, to place the box by the computer, making sure it was out of the way and wouldn't accidently get cleaned away. "Is there anything more we can do?"

Carl looked over at Zara and gave a half shrug. "A hemoperfusion machine is on its way down. We'll give it a try, but once things have progressed this far..." He blew out a breath. "It's already in her cells. There won't be much in her blood stream to filter out." Anna's head dropped and she leaned into him slightly. He gave her a short embrace. "We'll still give her every chance we can."

"I know you will." Anna whispered, before easing back from him, letting him get back to work. She crossed her arms, holding herself tightly as she leaned back against the desk watching the team do their best.

"Marie, can you get hemoperfusion access in one of her legs, just like lines for dialysis?" Carl asked over the sounds of the attempts to save Zara. She nodded and paused for just a moment as she counted off cupboards, then headed directly to the correct one. Anna was mildly impressed by that. A lot of agency nurses could struggle with the location of various items, especially those that were rarely used. Anna herself couldn't remember the last time she'd needed to be in that cupboard while a patient was in the room. Marie was coming back with the wrapped-up tray when the telltale bleeps of the defib rang out.

Trish ordered the team to pause once again, and Anna watched on as Zara's entire body twitched savagely as the shock jolted through her. A shiver ran down Anna's spine, one of her hands drifting down to the scars on her abdomen. This was the same room where the battle for her own life had almost been lost. She still had real no memory of that day. By the time she was in this room her heart had already stopped. But even before that, there was little more than flashes, and the almost certainly imagined formless void where she had fought against the encroaching darkness. She steeled herself. She was coming back to work here. She had to face it head on.

The mood in the room dropped a notch, as the ringing alarm of the monitor persisted, but the trace on the screen changed, the high peaked saw teeth giving way to the more randomly shivering chaos of ventricular fibrillation. Zara's heart was now shuddering within her chest, desperately trying to beat, but unable to do so.

* * *

"Ok, she's in VF. Tilly, can you take over compressions?" Carl asked as he held out a hand for the ambu bag.

"Yeah." She replied, moving around as Jamie stepped back. She climbed up, weaving her fingers together as she did, bringing them to rest on Zara's sternum. She could feel the heat of the young woman's skin. Even though she had lost circulation, the fire inside her was still burning, consuming the energy of her cells, turning it into the heat that was destroying her. She took a split second to adjust the position of her hands, unnoticeable to any of the others, lining them up perfectly the deliver the best chest compressions she could. This was only the second time she had done them on a real living person. Or real dying person, she considered, her hands plunging down two inches, forcing down Zara's ribs and crushing her heart against her spine to artificially pump blood through her body.

"Good." Carl encouraged her. "Kneel on the bed if you need more leverage." He advised. Tilly simply nodded, recognising the benefits of the suggestion, but not wanting to break the rhythm she had already found. It was such a repetitive motion, she was able to keep track of what was going around her. Marie had gotten the large double lumen catheter unpacked and had pulled Zara's leg to one side, taking a stance looking towards Zara's gently waving feet. She used one arm to restrain the leg and find the spot, as she deftly lined up the catheter itself for insertion.

Behind Tilly the door squeaked again, a technician entering with the hemoperfusion machine. It was similar to a dialysis machine, in form as well as function. The key difference was the precise form of filtration. Unlike the standard dialysis machine, the one for hemoperfusion used a cartridge containing either activated charcoal, or in this case, a special resin that would bind toxins without affecting the primary blood cells.

"Over there, get it ready please." Carl told the technician, who look somewhat incredulous at the scene before him. Hemoperfusion was occasionally brought down to the trauma rooms on an emergency basis, but not during active resuscitation measures. Tilly could almost see him thinking You're closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. But, he clearly wasn't paid enough to contradict one of the most notable doctors working at the hospital. He rolled the machine to the bottom of the bed, assisting Marie with getting it setup. They quickly primed the lines, flushing them of air and ensuring the connection to the filtering column was secure. The input and output lines from the machine were attached to the respective ports on the catheter and moments later Zara's blood was being pumped through the circuit, where the biochemical resin in the column leached out toxins.

"Right, that's almost 2 minutes since the last shock." Carl announced, foregoing the interim minute so that the hemoperfuser could be sorted. Trish set the defib to charge, while Tilly maintained her compressions. She was beginning to feel the strain in her back, and when the defib was ready and Carl ordered the team to clear Zara's body, she was grateful to lean back and stretch it out. The shock jolted Zara's body, her arm flicking out to the edge of the bed, her fingers falling just over the side, nails clinking against the lowered rail almost imperceptibly.

"No change." Trish told the team, even though they were all looking at the monitor.

"Let's keep it going." Carl said, "Give her another round of drugs. If we get a pulse back she might have a chance." His tone gave away his lack of confidence in even that first step. But Tilly caught the way his eyes glanced over at Anna. He'd seen what some would call a miracle before.

* * *

Anna looked into Carl's eyes during that short glance. He wasn't in too deep. There were times he would throw his entire sense of self into his work, fighting against the grimmest odds to the point of sacrificing a part of himself. She knew she was included in that data set, and was eternally thankful. But that wasn't what she saw when their eyes met. He was looking to her for direction. Submitting to her emotional involvement in this case. As a mother. Anna gave the tiniest smile, recognising his belief in her, but she shook her head ever so slightly as she dropped her gaze. She'd seen the database results about the chemical, she knew how bad this was. Her heart ached for the girl on the bed, and that girl's mother, who Anna desperately hoped had only the best intentions. But this wasn't a time to go all-in. Play it out, give it the best shot you had, but no one would argue with the outcome in this situation.

Anna watched as Tilly clambered onto the gurney, kneeling beside Zara to gain the better leverage as her hands landed on the young woman's chest, glistening as sweat continued to well out of every pore. Zara's chest collapsed inwards and sprung back with each compression, an artificial beating her of heart that showed on the monitor beneath the chaotic electrical activity. The room had gone quiet, settling into that grim routine when there was little else to do but persist with their current interventions. The bed clinked, wires and tubes rattling against the frame, while the hemoperfusion machine hummed. The ice bath, almost forgotten, gurgled as it's water circulated needlessly. The monitor's alarms continued to ring, but faded into the background for the team. They'd be aware of any change in the tones, but otherwise it was simply ignored.

A glance at the clock told Anna that it had been around five minutes since Zara's heart had lost it's rhythm. There was still time. Still a sliver of hope. But both were trickling away.

[the-whispers-of-death]

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My asks are open, so feel free to say hi or request a Drabble for a Reader I’ve already done or one you want to see!

Taken anon emojis: 🫧 anon,🐈‍⬛ anon, Freezer anon, Jester anon, 🎰 anon, 🍙 anon, 🪮 anon, 🍅 anon, 🥀 anon, 🥜 anon, 🔮 anon, 🩸anon, Lawyer anon, Rusty anon, Appletun anon, 🧼 anon, 💬 anon, 💫 anon, Hypeman anon, 🧃anon, Lurker anon

Masterlists:

First things first, I had to redo my masterlists because I had too many inline links. So, this had to be separated into individual masterlists.

COD OC "Stone" with the 141 Masterlist COD OC "Stone" x Male!Reader Masterlist COD OC "Kali" (Only Kali stuff) Masterlist COD OC "Stone" x COD OC "Kali" Masterlist COD OCs "The Lions" Masterlist COD OC "Sarabi" x Reader Masterlist COD OC "Kali" x Reader Masterlist COD OC "Simba" x Reader Masterlist COD OC "Ladder" with the 141 Masterlist Mr. Silent & Mr. Grumpy AU Masterlist The Iriecester Realm Masterlist Bear!Reader Masterlist COD OC "Python" Masterlist Red String AU Masterlist Ranch AU Masterlist One-Shots

And here are the gender identities and sexualities of my OCs. And here is the masterlist for every other COD OC not listed above. Here is the list of Stone Variants.

This is not a complete list! It will be updated as time goes on!

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[Image Description: A commission sheet on a pale blue background made up of three images. The first is labelled "full body" in block caps written in the top left and has three examples of full body illustrations The second image says "Moving Sale" in slightly more decorative lettering with hearts around it. Underneath "All commissions £50". The third image says "tarot card" in block caps in the bottom right corner with three examples of tarot card illustrations above, inline with the images in the first image. End ID.]

I’m moving countries this year and that process is simply so expensive so while i do some initial bits im running a moving sale! for the time being either commission style is only £50

moving sale commissions available here <33