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#its like looking at the fucking sun
ghost-inthe-hall · 11 months
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Ummmmmmm exCUSE ME 🥺🥺
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cacaocheri · 8 months
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this was supposed to be one drawing!! ONE DRAWING!!!!!!!!! but every time i draw them i can't stop i need to keep going
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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months
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2011 Monza Fernando's curly hair comp for Cofi (@sweatyflytrap) <3
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feengoid · 4 months
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scraps
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sergle · 1 year
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nailposting time: i’ve been fiending for a goldenrod color, but i also can’t be spending money right now, so i mixed one up custom. and she is beautiful
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suntails · 1 year
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got carried away with a sketch and now i dont feel like finishing it properly <3
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vilelittlecritter · 8 months
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"YoU cAnT liKe ThAt ChArAcTeR tHeY [bad action which is integral to the story and why the story is so good in the first place]"
My brother in Christ,
They are not real.
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copepods · 6 months
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i love suns and pebbles canon dynamic in my head its kind of weird and fucked up and i wish more people depicted it as that (tag ramble incoming)
#i have a lot of thoughts about suns as a character#since theres not much from them in the story its mostly headcanon though#i think suns is someone who desperately wants to be liked and admired#like maybe theyre one of the youngest in their local group (i think theyre in a separate neighboring group to moons)#and they're not really used to being looked up to in any capacity#so pebbles is the first person who really respects them in that way and because of that they have this weird contradictory relationship#where sometimes suns relishes in that dynamic a little too much and holds the power over pebbles head and gets a little mean#and sometimes because suns still wants pebbles to keep liking and admiring them they can get a little too indulgent of him#hence the gold pearl. i think suns gave it to him bc they wanted him to find some kind of happiness but there was also a selfish element#'if i give this to him he'll like me more' etc#i dont think suns is intentionally cruel i just think they had never had that kind of relationship before and fucked a lot of things up#after spearmaster they start to get better at it esp since spearmaster is kind of a second chance for them. so suns learns to be kinder#on pebbles' end. i like to think pebbles was a lil infatuated with them. esp because he felt like they were the only one who understood him#unreciprocated tho. suns cared about him but more from a mentorly point of view than anything#kind of a weird thing where he looked up to them as an authority figure but also really kind of wanted them to be on the same level#in conclusion: toxic robot yuri can be cool sometimes#text#rain world
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spotsupstuff · 9 months
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"Can off the string puppets get sick from viral or bacterial infections since they no longer have a whole can to give them immunity?"
i swear to god anon, when i read "can off the string" i immediately thought of iterator cans walking around
horrifying suicidal kaiju
there Was some iterator design out there with some kind of walking can so like...
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starheirxero · 28 days
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I saw what you said about Jack and Bloodmoon👀 I SEE YOU ARE TRYING TO BREAK MY HEART-
WE'LL IT'S WORKING- But it also got me thinking👀
There's something so deeply unsettling about Bloodmoon's situation. It's an inner, deep rooted horror!
They have always been two, working as one. And despite their hunger, despite their violence, they worked in perfect harmony, never fighting for control. Or anything, for that matter.
Imagine: You wake up. You are surrounded by the abyss, and your body is aching.
You are hungry, so hungry, it drives you to insanity. So hungry, you want to claw off your skin. So hungry, you want to rip out your insides.
But then there is someone else. They are inside of you. A part of you, yet someone else.
And they understand. They feel the same hunger. Their body aches the same, for theirs is yours, and yours is theirs. You are the same.
You are one. You can hear their voice inside your head, and feel their presence tingle underneath your skin. There is a presence inside of you, and it turns your insides warm. It eases the hunger, eases the pain, just enough to make it bearable.
There is a constant presence inside of you, and your head is never quiet. It is always filled with thoughts, some from you, some from them. Sometimes, they will respond to an idea of yours. Sometimes, you tease them for thinking something silly.
Sometimes your body is heavy, and they will gently tug you back. Their presence is no longer beneath your skin. Instead, it surrounds you, their warmth swallowing you whole. They will think of something to make you laugh, because they are a part of you, and know you better than you know yourself. And when you laugh, you feel their lips, yet your own as well, quirk up into a smirk.
You are never trapped, because you're always free to take control, and they will let you, because they trust you, and you are as much a part of them as they are of you.
You are still hungry, but you are not alone in this hunger. Instead, together, you do anything to fill it, hunting down prey. And when you are unsuccessful, they will simply tug you back, and reassure you, telling you you'll catch it next time.
This is your whole life. From the moment, that you first opened your eyes in the abyss, they were with you.
You do not know loneliness, for they are a part of you. Even as you are used and betrayed, time and time again, you do not learn the meaning of loneliness. Because they are right there with you, feeling the same pain. You can hear their thoughts, their anger, their wrath, yet they never lash out at you, rather killing a rat you've stumbled across. Likewise, you're own thoughts are leaping waves, crashing against your skull and leaving you two with a numb ache. But you are not alone, there is a buzzing beneath your skin, and you find them pulling you in. They do not come out, leaving your shared body leaning against a wall, as their warmth surrounds you. "I am here." they tell you. "I'm not leaving." you reassure. You will never know loneliness.
Except then you do.
You are separated. At first, you do not notice the silence, still high on adrenaline and bloodlust, high on seeing you sibling, your other half, face to face. But then you lose you fight, and there is no one to reassure you, to tell you "good job", or take over and finish it for you.
Suddenly, you become aware of the emptiness. The presence underneath your skin is gone, leaving you freezing. You feel your stomach rumble, but no one notices, no one shares it.
Your head is silent. Their voice is gone. Their presence is gone. You can only hear yourself, and you are left reeling. You feel like a stranger in your own skin, a husk who has lost it's soul.
Then you are told, they won't come back.
The buzzing in your flesh will not return. The warmth inside of you will never save you from the cold again. The voices inside your head are gone for eternity.
The presence inside and around you has left. For the first time in your life, you are truly, and utterly alone.
And you are left feeling like nothing but a parasite in your own shell, for there are meant to be two, not one.
Just imagine: there is a constant weight on top and inside of you, like a weighted blanket, and a voice filling your head. And one day, the weight is gone, and your head is quiet, for the first time since you can remember.
But it's not a relief. The weight was a comfort, and the voice was your friend. They were familiar, and all you've ever known. There was never an existence without either.
-Stardust
HELLO STARDUST ANON HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME I AM IN SHAMBLES
I don't even have any additional thoughts you literally worded this all spectacularly. The second Bloodmoon wasn't even technically supposed to be there, but they latched onto each other all the same and worked their existence around each other. They were comfortable and they were familiar and they were happy :(((
UGH THATS SO FUCKED UP. I'M GUNNA BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOREVER NO ONE TOUCH ME
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emmamushi · 9 months
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Throwback to that time I got drunk and absolutely lost my mind over the dinosaurs dying (ft. Douglas Henderson's paleoart)
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hiero-green · 5 days
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Can any biology people explain to me (extremely heat-sensitive autistic) why I feel like I can't breathe when I overheat when it's not even that hot
(for context I'm Irish it's only 14°C out but it is sunny)
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skelelephant · 3 months
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hello can anybody hear me hello. for the love of god hello
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bitchfitch · 5 months
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I did some lino outfits bc I like dressing him up. Please ignore the fact that he should have 2 flesh legs in two of these.
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rebornrosess · 1 year
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i think there is something to be said about queer subtext in glass animals songs almost always being likened to obscurity and murkiness throughout zaba vs explicit queer text being likened to the sun in helium as in…literally coming out into the light.
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citrusinicake · 8 months
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i dont even know what this is
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