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not-a-workin-boy · 1 year
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At the time of writing, it’s February 26, 11pm, EST. I’m scheduling this to post on December 24, 9pm, EST.
From here on in, I shoot without a script-
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millificent · 4 months
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Every Nico Di Angelo fan focusing more on the background of the episode than the actual plot
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thruflames · 3 months
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the ineffable husbands as that meme
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zookie-art · 25 days
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Shadows and light ~
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danielcalmdown · 3 months
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early morning, on the way to Martinaise
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noodles-and-tea · 2 months
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Back at it with my enchanted merthur shenanigans
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eriochromatic · 7 months
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Certain speculations on Crocodile's 14 year stay in Alabasta
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I truly, TRULY do not know how to say this, because the fact that I have to say it makes me feel like I am losing my grip on reality. But no, in the post-capitalistic anarchist utopia, I will not be relying on “autistic minecraft girlies” to be building inspectors because - and this may shock you - one of those occupations takes years of education in how to read and interpret hundreds of thousands of lines of regulations based on complicated math and physics that were the result of decades of tragedy and death, and the other one involves playing a children’s video game.
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isjasz · 7 days
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[Day 302]
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
DAY 300 SPECIAL TWO DAYS LATE!! and I thought I can make this into a DTIYS for the special too so rules below :D
RULES:
You have two choices for the coloring!
Keep the pose/general composition and color it however u want OR
Keep OR change the composition and just keep the general motifs BUT keep the colors muted/grayscaleish/color paletted as a fun challenge >:D
More general rules:
Feel free to use ur own designs
NO TIME LIMIT!!! I totally didn't forget to say this
Keep the same characters ofc
No AI/ tracing and all that, you know the drill
Vaguely keep the night and dancing themes but feel free to play around with it!
Use # Isjasz Darkless DTIYS and @ me :D
Last thing, not a rule but pspsppsp if u stare at the stars long enough you might find something :3
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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the machine.
a comic about being a 'creator' online.
creative notes:
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inkskinned · 1 year
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i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i'm in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.
i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i'm 30, and i'm having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.
what they don't tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don't know what i'm fucking doing, because i always assumed i'd just go ahead and die. i didn't die, and i'm grateful for that, and i'm very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that's my roommate, adhd. ignore the glass, bytheway, that's ocd.
so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you're, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don't have any sick days left, and a job's not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it's also like - it's yours, so you're fond of it.
and it's like - you're real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you're not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you're not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you've learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and yeah sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you're trying. even if you're never gonna be normal, you have something... close enough.
and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it's saying i trust you now. you won't give me up.
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delicourse · 3 months
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i miss them a little if im gonna be honest
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choccy-milky · 3 months
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older seb and clora on a job as curse-breakers💖 seb likes working with clora bc it means he can always spend time with her & keep her close, but it also still stresses him out bc of how dangerous it can be LOL. and i love worried + overprotective seb, so ofc i had to draw one of their close calls 🥺💖💖
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spinaart · 10 months
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hey leader!!!
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kuradex · 3 months
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day 260 Swampert
buy stickers, commission a pokemon, or support me on kofi!
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lunaicfantastic · 6 months
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fav part of gideon the ninth is for the first pre-canaan house chunk of the book, she's all "ugh I'm so normal surrounded by all these weirdo goth freaks when I blow this popsicle stand everyone will see how cool and normal and charming I am" and then she gets to canaan house and realizes that while she might have been a normie jock in the ninth house she is not exempt from being a goth weirdo who hides important doors behind tapestries and sneaks around in the dark so she doesn't have to talk to people. like we talk about her being a jock forced to be goth but nature v nurture babey she's not shedding that bone freak skin anytime soon
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