eeeyyy got a new cam :D
i'm making lil outfits for the mini huggies, starting with our gurl talkie:>
next up is driver
I'M SCREAMING. LOOK AT HER? SHE LOOKS SO CUTE - and fashionable!!!!! I love her outfit sosososo much!!!!!!
You made me remember that I need to do references for all the mini wuggies + the cultists as well! So many little guys, oh my God-
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If you're still taking art requests:
What about Chuchu and Susie hanging out? They're both cute pink girls and I think they deserve to be friends.
im not actually doing official requests right now but i got the exact same anon months ago so. this one goes out to all the Pink Girl Enjoyers out there 👉👉
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WISH YOU HELL IS SUCH A BANGER, ANOTHER W FROM THE VOCAL QUEENNNN
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alright. i made Actual fanart instead of just evil moustache rutherford. i’m unsure if i like it, i had a different vision going in, but its nice drawing again! 🐊🐊🐊 i hope you enjoy, mate.
AH! thank you so much she looks so so so good I love how her fur looks shes so fluffy and her tortie stripes!! also is that the same green you used for evil rutherford im connecting the dots here
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Finals (Run-off): Pretty Birds
Purple Honeycreeper vs Pink Robin
Sources under the cut
Images: Honeycreeper (male & female - Mike Hudson); Robin (male & female - David Adam)
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OKAYYYY I THINK I FIXED THE PROBLEMATIC HALLOWED BODIES CHAPTER AND ALSO MADE SOME REALIZATIONS
And there she is. Standing behind the counter. For a brief second, she’s no one else but herself—someone new to this city but not to him, the bravest parts of him even braver in her. Where has she been? He doesn’t care what he came here for—his sister’s here, hair braying in a tabletop fan, but the rest of her unmoving, unchanged. He can’t remember the last time he saw her. When she’d said goodbye to Harrison at their tent, he hadn’t actually looked at her. So the final memory of her face is filmy, barely clinging to the edges. But even before that, she’s a phantom. If she’d been reading Plath on the cabin’s two-seater, taking breaks only to reheat her stale coffee. If she’d gone swimming in the lake, her hair silverish in the moonlight. If she’d reached over him at dinner for another helping of potato salad or asked him to pass the salt. If she’d been voicing her plans to move into a Midwest bungalow to no one in particular. If she asked him to come with her. If he was even listening. The truth becomes very clear: he does not need a god, or cigarettes, but a sister.
and a feeding habits excerpt as contrast (harrison's pov):
“Where is he?” she asks, fluttering her lashes when Suz pats her arm. If Harrison is right, Reeve hasn’t seen her brother since she peered in on him in the tent, pearled a few smoke rings from Harrison’s cigar, and left for the east. Foster filled him in on the details of her eventual cross-country desertion, though there wasn’t much to say. How he’d last seen her at the motel, a margarita wobbling in her palm, what she’d said to him, to stay special, that there weren’t many people like him left, and how she had vanished like vapour by the time they realized to check. While Reeve hiked across the country by herself, Harrison and Lonan swam through nighttide and badly waltzed in a four-by-four bathroom. She made an anonymous life in New York City, hailing cabs with just her eyes, and learning the easiest cosmetics to shoplift. Alone. Her last memory of Lonan one where he pretended to sleep so he didn’t have to say goodbye to her.
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To «Πάρε, πασά μου, την οδοντόβουρτσά μου» είναι ένα τραγούδι για την εποχή του HIV/AIDS
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