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#ask an recieve!!
notdysfunk · 2 months
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Someone asked me to draw him with EVEN MORE WINGS!!!! 💥💥💕💞
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lomlompurim · 5 months
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respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made
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And a little extra of my own
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little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!
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bamsara · 6 months
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Hey
is solar lunacy discontinued?
Nah I just stopped sharing the chapters publicly because people were being weirdly hostile about my update schedule, so rn the only people who's seen the updates is myself plus one other person. I'll prob continue to wait to share the writing tbh until I feel like its chilled out more
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alienlover23 · 23 days
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smiling chics the sequel
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mindie-arts · 2 days
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More cod ponies✨
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With pony ghost lore drop🫡✨ + Laswell
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cowardlykrow · 3 months
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Hi! I know you probably don't want art requests, but I absolutely LOVE your art and would love to see Richie in your style if possible <3
You’re wrong anon I’m very happy to do art requests hehE
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Here is my best attempt at the baby boy
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lemmegettamcpictwo · 1 month
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The way Tumblr destiny fans portrays Eris Morn is so exquisite. The artists paint her as Michelangelo sculpted with such care, attention to the vertebrae upon her spine, the curls upon her head; the writers mutter the words upon their lips as they write with inkstained fingertips, telling her tale of woe so eloquently; and everyone else agrees that she's balling extremely hard because she deserves to
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theminecraftbee · 9 months
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'The name "crayfish" comes from the Old French word escrevisse (Modern French écrevisse). The word has been modified to "crayfish" by association with "fish" (folk etymology). The largely American variant "crawfish" is similarly derived.
Some kinds of crayfish are known locally as lobsters, crawdads, mudbugs, and yabbies. In the Eastern United States, "crayfish" is more common in the north, while "crawdad" is heard more in central and southwestern regions, and "crawfish" farther south, although considerable overlaps exist.'
This is why!!!!
IT IS NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE '''''GRAY FISH''''''!!!!!!!!!!!
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no no. keep talking. I’m fascinated by what argument even lead to this ask,
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nartothelar · 1 month
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they're here !!!
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i love them i love them nart you are amazing
they're squishy !! waaaaa
WAH!! I'm glad they arrives safely! ;w; I hope you like the backing cards too; I designed both and I'm so happy they turned out so cute! :D Thank you for supporting the project!
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daily-basil · 4 months
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Could you please draw Basil holding Sunny? That would also be so adorable.
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Absolutely adorable :)
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actual-arrrchie · 2 months
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if ur still taking drawing reqs..... evan and mike again.... pwease
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fconvicted · 11 months
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YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DRAW SPIDER PUNK AND INDIA SPIDERMAN THEY'RE MY FAVORITES
ask and you shall receive!
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txttletale · 1 year
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every girl (who is not already paired with at least one positive identical twin) has a distinct antigirl hidden somewhere else in the world, born at the same time from decomposers in the soil; most people do not know anything about this. despite her feral upbringing, the antigirl blends in well enough in a crowd, but being of inverted ordinality, she is incapable of forming strong social bonds and does not need food or air to live. her only goal in life is to hunt down her corresponding girl and touch her, erasing them both from the record of memory in a searing blaze of art and music and nausea. it is disputed whether this interaction is lesbian in nature, as the severe psychic detritus of the annihilation renders direct observation impossible; although competing theories exist, the consensus of the girlologist community is that no sapphic phenomena could survive in the inhospitably pained conditions following girl-antigirl contact, and if any somehow did, they would be hopelessly problematic. whenever a girl outlives her antigirl, the world as a whole gets very slightly tangibly nicer; whenever an antigirl outlives her girl, the world as a whole gets very slightly tangibly worse. it is estimated that about 22% of girls outlive their antigirls, plus or minus 4%. this is ignoring the proportion of girl-antigirl pairs who ultimately annihilate; this number is unknown, but is generally assumed to be so small as to be statistically trivial.
there is no such thing as an antiboy (outside of theoretical lab conditions). the equivalent phenomenon for boys is the universal boy field that suffuses all boys and stores all information about every single thing that every boy has ever done or experienced. this information is very rarely accessible in any useful form, but does literally exist and can be demonstrated through such phenomena as the testogram (a device that allows men to perceive ghosts of one another's emissions) and the multiboy (a phenomenon resulting from sudden cootie transfer in which a man can be duplicated, though the "split" selves are erratic and collapse back to one if they become consciously aware of one another). interpretations of the universal boy field include the serano-kline model which suggests that the field is a shared mythology tapped into by natively genderless humanoids to allow them to function in the world at all without antigirl-like counterparts, the chocolate pudding model in which the universal boy field actually applies in the same way to both boys and girls but girls are simply occluded from it by their powerful cooties, and the uniboy model which posits a single boy existing throughout the entirety of history unwittingly undergoing a multiboy-like phenomenon to reproduce with the universal boy field simply being his resulting aura. none of these models accounts for all known enbies, who collectively pose centuries worth of headaches for any attempt at a grand unifying theory on the matter
the world your mind weaves entrances me.....
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whump-in-the-closet · 4 months
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“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”
Field Whump Time >:)
Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.
His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.
His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.
"Hero?"
"Are you alright?"
"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"
Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.
The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.
"Are you sure?" asked Leader.
Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.
Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.
Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.
Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.
Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.
Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."
Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.
The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.
"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"
"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."
Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.
Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.
Hero blinked.
He was back.
Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--
No, no, no, n--no
"Keep begging like the dog you are."
The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--
Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.
He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.
Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.
Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.
Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.
He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--
"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”
Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.
Medic dug deeper.
He screamed into the gag.
"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."
Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.
Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."
Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.
Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.
The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.
He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.
He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.
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salemontrial · 6 months
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I hc MK is really bad with cold after LBD. Good thing Red's hair is always warm💫
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vyladromeave · 6 months
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