not pictured: biracial black american women meeting with demons who drive hellcats to determine what vector of art they are going to box dark skinned black women out of this year. they are ordered from lightest to whitest.
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Still thinking about the conversation I had with my roommate’s bf like two weeks ago where he said he was scared of furries but also didn’t even know enough about furries to know they were called furries I had to figure out wtf he was talking about. The urge to become a full blown furry now. Despite having all the makings of a furry I for some reason have never ended up enthusiastically becoming one despite my best efforts. Well. With spite as my motivator here we are. Where are the furry artists, I’m commissioning both my tentative ideas for my fursonas. I’m inviting all my friends who are furries over and we’re gonna work on making fursuits. I will also make this a hostile living situation for you AND I will get the added bonus of doing fun furry stuff
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I finished dead souls the other day and man. unironically one of the most innocently satisfying endings of any yakuza game ive played thus far. it was sweet and silly and a little sentimental and idk maybe it was just refreshing to end a yakuza game and not feel totally miserable. all the important characters lived and had nice, but simple endings. kiryu and haruka stop by ryuji’s takoyaki stand and ryuji makes haruka a special takoyaki plate just for her. majima construction’s doin their thing rebuilding the city and shit. akiyama has hana back and she lightheartedly nags him about collections as per usual. it’s just. it’s nice. thank u dead souls i am at peace
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just got out of a meeting and this next project seems way too. like. idk too demanding to finish in the the time frame we have but. idk how to tell the board that 🥹
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thinking about pk and radi. these two bitches are two examples of how people act when they’re desperate.
radi realised she was in danger of being forgotten and potentially deleted from existence since most of the moths had forgotten her. so she lashed out in an attempt to be remembered.
pk realised Oh Shit I Just Invoked A Goddess’s Wrath and was put in a situation where he was doomed to lose his kingdom. while usually people don’t super go and have hundreds of kids to prevent the sun from destroying their kingdom, he also didn’t really have much of a choice. he thought void creatures were completely empty and without mind or will—even if we know they aren’t, even the kingsmould—so obviously they would be the only thing that could contain the radiance. but to contain something, you need to put it inside something, which.. the kingsmoulds aren’t exactly a good way to contain it, considering it’s all just exposed void with some armor thrown on. pk had a solution and was desperate to save his kingdom.
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Now why tf am I seeing this goddamn website participate in group slandering again bc of a fucking stupid shitpost like y’all haven’t seen other users doing the same goddamn thing and lying about that user. Like do y’all have anything better to do than to make up lies to push something 😐. Also once more how tf did individual artists/content creators and more get lumped into “eat the rich”. Like do the ppl on this site think that they just make this stuff from yachts or mansions or something y’all are out of your rabid ass minds sometimes.
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LAY ME DOWN. chapter thirteen excerpt. 293 words. unedited. featuring: fiver, meaning well, tries to talk to pallas about [REDACTED SPOILERS REDACTED] and it going… poorly. some very mild violence. pallas being possibly the most maladjusted person under the sun.
“Are you trying to say,” they make their voice as cold as possible. Clench their fists to hide the shaking. “That it wasn’t my fault?”
Fiver blinks. Once. Twice. “Oh. Oh god no. Nothing like that.”
He takes a step forward. Pallas takes a step back and curses themself for allowing the weakness, for the fear bubbling like black tar in their throat.
Fiver's voice is low and gentle and exhausted, like he’s trying to coax an injured animal, hissing and spitting, from under a cabinet. Every cell in their body sparks with buzzing fight-or-flight warning. Danger! Danger! Trap!
“I’m saying that you’re a kid, and it was horrible,” in this light more than ever it’s clear just how much older he is. Pallas had never quite comprehended it before now. It had never mattered before now. “And I am so, so sorry.”
Twenty-five is a whole universe away from seventeen. They hate him hate him hate him. They’re going to melt his eyes in their sockets. They’re going to make him bleed.
Fiver takes another careful step forward, pausing to see whether Pallas flinches back or not. When they don’t his hand moves slowly through the air, as if to touch them. Pallas promptly bites it. Hard. When he starts backwards, swearing, they don’t even feel a flash of satisfaction.
Why did I do that? They could’ve just moved away. They could’ve just burst his heart and killed him here and now. But he’s torn something loose in them, something feral and small and scared. The space behind their eyes is burning and there’s no hiding the trembling now, the heart hammering frantically in their chest. They need to get out of here. They need to get out of here right now.
short little thing from a scene i just finished! pour one out for fiver my man is trying SO fucking hard.
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Teaser for rewritten “The Ballad of Cold Island”!
I always wanted it to be a comic, honestly, even down to the way I initially wrote it. Now with only a faint memory of those original scripts, the 10 documents I made relating to it that all inevitably talk about the same 8 year old, and several pages of drawings, that dream is finally coming true!
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