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mangostar · 2 hours
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snake-ish pokemon i all drew yesterday ahah
Shylock loves his snakes and reptiles haha
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mangostar · 4 hours
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got my nails done and. yeah it does make me feel good 💅
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mangostar · 6 hours
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mangostar · 6 hours
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MAGNAMALO SO SORRY
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mangostar · 9 hours
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I think they'd get along well,,,,
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mangostar · 1 day
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decided to go to my local library for the first time and ngl it kinda sucks
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mangostar · 3 days
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willie wagtails r so funny becuz they love picking fights with birds bigger than them
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mangostar · 3 days
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Dragon bust, quick lil hour sketch
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mangostar · 3 days
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When Frecklewish followed Mapleshade and her kittens out of that camp, I like to think it wasn't on orders. She just followed, quietly.
If you asked her why, she wouldn't be able to tell you. She was burning with fury, and the cold didn't douse it. The rain washed the blood off her claws, but not the itch in her quicks. She hated Mapleshade. She hated the kits. She hated what they did to her.
The fierce warrior would make sure they leave-- by force, if necessary.
Yet, when little Petalkit tripped and scraped herself, Frecklewish's heart luched. She had to prevent her body from springing out.
She let go of the tension in her muscles and her chest, and continued stalking them through the undergrowth. All the way to the riverbank.
When Mapleshade ushered the kits into the swollen river, Frecklewish didn't stop them. Just watched. RiverClan kits can swim, they were doing just fine, even with the current being so strong. ThunderClan kittens would have been swept away by now.
If they float they're RiverClan. If they sink they're ThunderClan. She's assured in her feelings-- until the rumble of the upcoming wave floods her thoughts.
Those kits were swept away in the blink of an eye, under the froth and debris, screams drowning under the roar of the river and the rain. If she knew about the patrol on the other side of the river, she HAD to have chased them.
But why bother? If she didn't care at all? And more importantly, why didn't she stay?
I think when the "halfclan mistakes" were washed off the stones, she heard the children she raised crying for help. The phrase "love is stronger than hate" downplays its sharp agony; reality is colder than malice. All her "justifications" shattered like ice, for that brief, painful moment.
She didn't stay because she couldn't. Her heart knew the only thing that they were going to pull out of the water was corpses... but as long as she didn't see it, her brain could believe that there was a chance they survived.
She loved those kits and told herself she hated them. Lied to herself that this was okay, that it was going to turn out all right. Saw them marching right into their watery graves, and convinced herself she wasn't part of the procession.
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mangostar · 3 days
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i think… i will save for one…!!!
kinda want to get into bird photography but cameras are….so so expensive
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mangostar · 3 days
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kinda want to get into bird photography but cameras are….so so expensive
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mangostar · 3 days
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Saw a sibling poll and needed to expand it because I fit, like. Mid youngest, youngest in theory only child in practice, and adopted. And I think they all have their own unique parts in the sibling ecosystem.
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mangostar · 4 days
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I haven't fought Malzeno yet but she sure is a pretty lady.
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mangostar · 4 days
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blood moon 🩸 🌙
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mangostar · 4 days
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Kɪɴɢsʟᴀʏᴇʀ.
Startlingly wine-red blood thickly drips down the kingslayer's sullied breast, as he languidly rises his arrowed head. Several bands of gilded light dancing over his arcing horns betray a heraldic beauty, amongst such visual, visceral carnage. The aftermath of an indifferent, impartial massacre.
↠ A faster sketch of Malzeno between Re4 Remake pieces, since I've been wanting to try and tackle the design for some time. I'm pretty unconfident in the background, since they're my biggest weakness, but hopefully it looks alright.
I really admire the intricacy of Malzeno's design, but absolutely despise fighting them, as a Dual Blades user. The combat is unbelievably clunky and frustrating- I still haven't beaten the Primordial form.
That being said, on my first try- after three carts- I did get its mantle as a consolation prize. Which still feels like an insult, somehow.
GʟᴀsGᴀʟᴀʜᴀᴅ 2024 | Mᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ/ʀᴇᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ.
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mangostar · 4 days
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🧛🏼🪱
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