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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #373 )✅️

I hope you'll let me tell you a little bit about my home🇵🇸, Gaza🍉. It's a place where we're living through some very challenging times💔🥹. We're under attack from bombs, explosives, and warplanes, and we've had to endure many nights of sleeplessness. It's a difficult situation💔, but we're trying to stay positive🖤. This war has really taken a toll on us. It's destroyed our bodies, our lives, and our souls. It has been so sad to see our homes destroyed, our belongings taken from us, and our beautiful places ruined. It has also changed our situation for the worse. We were living a pretty good life, you know? Peaceful, loving, and full of life. But then, we found ourselves in a really tough spot. Hunger, fear, and terror have become our new normal. My kids and I, along with my extended family, are struggling to make ends meet. We don't have the basic necessities of life, and our living situation is pretty rough. We're in these old, falling-apart tents. It's so hard to know what to do when winter comes. We'll be soaked in the rain and wind, and I'll be at a loss as to how to keep my family safe, from the bombing and from the winter.��

I'm really hoping you can help me and my family to live through this awful war.💔

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Adoptables on my ko-fi!

ALL SOLD EXCEPT DEINOCHEIRISUS!

KO-FI | TOYHOUSE

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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.

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I'm doing all of this for you; for your well being. Can't you see that? Can't you be grateful?

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Sock puppet with skull in it

worms eating worms

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Bombardier beetle (Mesosemia) has two separate chambers in its abdomen. One stores hydroquinone and the other stores hydrogen peroxide. When threatened, the beetle mixes these two chemicals in a third "reaction chamber" that also contains specific enzymes that heat up to around 212°F /100°C.

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was just thinking

"it's awfully silent in here, I wonder what she's doing."

and then I feel something wet on my foot

I'm being forced to constantly play with the devious creature

let me draw you devil

shes gonna meow me to death fr

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I'm being forced to constantly play with the devious creature

let me draw you devil

shes gonna meow me to death fr

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Caught Red Handed

“Why are you here?” Idun could barely register that he was talking, never mind addressing her. She struggled to respond, struck by fear and his heavy palm. Next to her face huge, ivory talons dug into the soil. She writhed, trying to lift his fingertip off of her chest to no avail.

“I don’t want any trouble,” she stuttered. 

“Then don’t go looking for it,”

He spoke loudly, but without the deep pitch she expected from a giant. Rather, it resembled a human voice, jostled through empty chambers, warped and hollow as if spoken into a tin can. His lips barely moved, save for a snarl to expose white fangs. She held onto his fingertip, harsh and calloused. So very capable of ending her fragile life right then and there.

A warm body as the world seemed to race past her.

The Jotun shifted his weight slightly, adding a painful pressure to her torso. Idun stared into his eye, unsure if she had blinked at all in these past minutes. Stray hairs tickled her face, moved by his steady breaths. A horizontal pupil glared at her. He blotted out the rest of the world. Scales. Fur. Fangs. Every horrid creature existed within him like a disorienting medley. He smelled of floral oils and musk. Thousands of facets glimmered in his jewellery. His whole being was a sensory assault.

“What were you trying to do?” he said. Her whole body went cold. 

“I’ll leave, I’m so sorry, it’s a beautiful garden, I didn’t know it belonged to you,” she stammered each word, but kept going, “it must be beneath such a regal, mighty being like you to quarrel with a frail, old lady. No?” She said. Each adjective felt greasier than the next, but it did seem to stupefy him for a minute. He moved his hand slightly, granting her room to breathe.

“How will you get home?” he asked, lifting it off of her entirely. She shook off, limbs stiff and sore. She slowly hoisted herself on weak legs. 

“I’ll walk back to where I came from, you won’t even know I was here. I promise,” she said. He nodded, moving from a hunched over position to resting on his belly, he put his hand against the side of his face. 

“Are you armed?” He asked. 

“I would never be so disrespectful as to hurt you in your own domain,” she said. 

“longbow? Knife? Musket?”

“What I have is for beasts and vermin, I won’t wield it at you,”

“Point in the direction you’re headed, then you’re free to go,” The Jotun said.

At first she didn’t catch it. 

“You’re letting me leave?” She asked, taking a cautious step towards freedom. 

“Yes. Go now,”

Idun begun to walk. As she turned her back on him she felt a tingle up her spine. She took a deep breath, reluctantly trusting that he would keep his word. After a minute she turned around. The Jotun watched with mellow curiosity. She lowered her shoulders a little, picking up pace. As she ventured further into the woods, she heard rustling and shifting. He stood up, looming over her.

Idun sprinted as fast as she could, disappearing into the underbrush. She dodged branches and rocks, only slowing down when she could no longer sense his eyes on her neck, and only stopping when her body faltered. She sat down under a tree, heaving for air. Her head pounded as she clutched around herself, mouth dry with thirst. She collapsed.

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Inclement Weather

Idun wrestled the sleigh over rocks and roots. She tugged and dragged, but the only thing that seemed to move were the crates of produce precariously balanced atop each other.

The Jotun strolled past her. With each step he took she would have to dash to keep up. She pulled the rope harder, grumbling.

“Do you need help?” He asked, looking back at her. She slouched.

“Ground’s a bit uneven..” she said. He turned around, lowering his hand towards her. Idun grasped around a claw. She pushed her weight down on it.

“To the tundra. Like last time,” he said. She leaned her torso over his palm. Warm, leathery. Surprisingly dry. She took a deep breath and climbed onto it. His fingers curved slightly. She flinched. He slowly closed his fist. Five huge daggers towards her. Idun laid still, letting each one of them come just short of grazing her.

She clung to a finger. Her stomach fluttered as he stood to his full height. She dug her nails into his skin. His steps swayed, she opened her eyes. Trees rushing past her. A fifty feet drop, her lower body entirely obscured by thick talons. She glanced upwards. At the meticulously crafted pendants dangling from his neck, at the stubble under his jaw. Were someone out there whetting giant razors for him? Did he forge everything he owned by hand? And if not, from who and from what did he gather yarn to spin?

“Have you ever gone past the low forest?” She asked. His ears flattened.

“That’s human territory. I’m not some intruder,” he said.

“Oh, but we enter the Deep Forest all the time,”

“I know.” He said dryly. “But beyond that, Jotun must never seek out humans. The ones that do all end up cowed or killed.”

“Oh… Thats a shame,” she said, feeling a twinge of guilt, “Will you be safe? I didn’t mean to meddle in your business,”

“We have a truce. Just keep your word. That way neither of us will end up in an early grave,” as he spoke, his wrist twitched slightly.

There was a fifteen meter gap between her and the ground. She writhed, testing her strength against his grip. No use. She might as well have asked a mountain to yield. He could cave in her body in an instant. Dead before she even had time to close her eyes. Idun trembled, jaw clenched. Wolves could be scared off with a good shot, with bears you would at least register the fangs lunging for you.

She forced her breath steady, tracing a finger over his iridescent scales. Each large like a dinner plate. They were smooth to the touch and shiny enough that she could glean her faint reflection. His hand was dry, with hairs that resembled everything from bristle to fine down. Faint scars and all over. She refrained from pondering.

“It’s a pity that our species don’t get along. I’ve met reputable folk less decent than you,” she said.

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” the Jotun answered, “how come nobody cares to help you, anyway?”

“they assume I brought it upon myself. A curse, or something akin to it,”

“A curse. Fascinating.”

“Would you know anything about that?”

“Nope,”

They wandered further. The forest opened up, until he stepped over misty birches. Chills went through her body as the fog enclosed them. Small droplets fell from the sky. Idun shivered. He brought her closer to his chest, sheltering her head with his other palm. It radiated heat and kept the worst winds at bay. He kept on walking, looking right ahead. Rain pattered.

They arrived by the edge. The jotun lowered her onto the ground. Small trees rustled. She got out, taking a wobbly step towards freedom as he readied the sleigh. She made it a few yards before she sat down again. The Jotun looked at her. Idun grumbled and got up again. Long strides on trembling legs. Her knee buckled. His ear twitched.

“You don’t seem well. Will you be able to walk home?”

“Nothing I can’t deal with,” she said, moving her now wet hair out of her face. She grabbed the sleigh and wandered off. Determined. Heaving for air. The Jotun grabbed a canteen off of his hip.

“Drink.” He said, pouring water into it’s lid. “and rest. At least until the sky clears up.”

Idun wanted to argue, but her limbs were heavy and his mind seemed set. She took a sip, which soon turned into greedy gulps. The Jotun settled down.

“It’s better for me to get going now, rather than wait around in this weather,” she said. He laid on his belly, digging a small depression just where his chest met the ground. He pointed at it.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll sit by you, rest against me and you will stay both warm and dry,”

Idun’s mind went blank. She stared at the small dent between his pecs. Then up at him. Then back at the huge, spiky arms that encased the spot like a fortress.

“I’d prefer to make my own bed,” she stammered.

“Fine by me, should I gather straw?”

“It’s all wet regardless,” she said. Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t mind me asking, but why are you doing all of this?”

“Your kind has a tendency to die rather easily,” he said.

“And how come you care if I live or not? Haven’t you seen a dozen humans die before me?” She said, surveying the rocky landscape for an appropriately sized nook.

“You’ve made me a promise. How will you be able to see it through if you simply expire on the way back?” He said, a bit too matter-of-factly for her liking. She glanced up at him again. He had tucked his limbs close to his belly. The rain had soaked his long thick hair. It concealed most of his face, save one huge, tired eye. His quills all laid flat as he accepted the torrent upon him.

She gave his talons a second look, and went back to searching for a good spot. Eventually she found two large rocks. The gap between could fit no more than a single person. Idun wrapped her woollen coat tightly and cleaved herself between them.

“Would that be comfortable?” the Jotun asked.

“Why? It can’t be too different from what you guys do,” she answered.

“Hm. We do appreciate a little bedding. That seems terribly rough to lay upon,”

“This suits my needs. We can be hardy creatures. Silks and linens are merely a privilege,”

“Oh. Alright,” he mumbled. Idun jammed her arm into whatever crease seemed to fit it. The rock dug into her shoulder. Cold. Wet. Suffocating. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Pill bugs and spiders might have shared estate with her, but at least he would have to dig around for her in a cumbersome fashion instead of snatching her right up. She even had a small gap she could view him though. However she soon realised she was better off trying to ignore the monster in front of her. His noises, his occasional glances, his ability to devour her in one piece should the urge strike. She shut her eyes and tried to sleep. To her surprise her body readily obliged, and she drifted off. Not in a comfortable manner, but rather she was dragged in and out of her dreams. Heavy droplets would wake her, but exhaustion would keep her in place.

She trudged through it, when suddenly she felt a tickle on her back. She jolted awake. The Jotun had placed the flat end of his tail tip over her.

“What are you doing!?” She asked, climbing out in a daze. He flinched, grabbing hold of his tail as if he didn’t know what to do with it nor himself.

“You were shivering something terrible. Without cover you’d easily get sick,”

“It disturbed me.” She said. His ears drooped.

“Would you prefer to be left alone?” He asked. Idun narrowed her eyes. She stared at the dry spot right under his head. She cringed.

“Actually, if you could help me assemble some bedding, I would really appreciate it,” she said, “and if you could place it right here,”

She walked over to a cleave that at the very least blocked out the wind. The Jotun dug up the soil underneath him and ripped out some heather. Idun dodged his wrist as he placed it onto the spot. When he was at a reasonable distance she laid upon it. It kept her off the ground, and the tangled branches seemed to provide some form of insulation. She went to nap again, the thick coat did some to keep the rain from being unbearable, but she still felt cold water run down her neck. Then, all of a sudden the rain ceased. A green glow surrounded her. She looked up, and found herself staring at a huge leaf.

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been repeating this in my head all day

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When I'm done with these big arts and work. I'm gonna do small art. But I also wanna do big art. I wanna do so much.

And my game. My epic game that I idk how to make cause I never made a game.

How to make game?

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New brush pack up on my gumroad!! reallyyyyyyy excited about these

pay what you want $0 minimum as usual

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Elder Dragons

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ETCETERA (v0.02) is HERE!

I updated my Yume Nikki Fangame for Dream Diary Jam 9!

You are “Innard” and there is more of “Etcetera” to see!