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yuri in the dashcon ball pit

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the way you win at DnD is making your friends laugh

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'don't get inspired by my style' is such a funny thing to say. do NOT let any art i make have any lasting impression on you. only view my work if you are going to men in black mind wipe yourself later. the territorial defensiveness over "art styles" is a disease of the mind stg

#I have drawn inspiration from SO many talented friends or the media I consume #The way someone renders gemstones or implies a certain shape or colour-picks their palettes or designs a certain style of character #Or even just workflow tips!! #Please give me suggestions for how to spend less time doing tedious tasks so I can use that time to do the fun parts~ #If anything in my art style inspires you please take it and pass it on~

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really? another album? didn't she just make one??

#TAYLOR SWIFT IS THE MCU OF MUSIC!! 😂😂😂

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Hey btw, here's a piece of life advice:

If you know what you'd have to do to solve a problem, but you just don't want to do it, your main problem isn't the problem itself. Your problem is figuring out how to get yourself to do the solution.

If your problem is not eating enough vegetables, the problem you should be solving is "how do I make vegetables stop being yucky". If your problem is not getting enough exercise, the problem you should be solving is "how do I make exercise stop sucking ass". You're not supposed to just be doing things that are awful and suck all the time forever, you're supposed to figure out how to make it stop being so awful all the time.

I used to hate wearing sunscreen because it's sticky and slimy and disgusting and it feels bad and it smells bad, so I neglected to wear it even if I needed to. Then I found one that isn't like that, and doesn't smell and feel gross. Problem solved.

There is no correct way to live that's just supposed to suck and feel bad all the time. You're allowed to figure out how to make it not suck so bad.

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this image seriously makes me sick and ill and twisted HE WAS JUST TWELVE……… HE WAS JUST TWELVE HE WAS JUST A LITTLE BABY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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Yaaaaas 😍

#I'm now imagining a gnoll with the Letterkenny accent! #INCREDIBLE!!

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"Hmmm, I see, I see..." Q continues to putter, moving things around, but looks over her shoulder to her friend. "Well, then I shall leave it to you... Would you rather be a wolf or a rat or a boy? I am not sure you could sleep comfortably in here as a boy, but you are welcome to try."

She gives a grunt of satisfaction and gestures to the cart, a square barely more than a foot on any side having been cleared of belongings. It wouldn't necessarily be a comfortable fit for a person, but Lazarus was a spindly young thing, and if he wanted more space, he could put something in his lap or prop his legs up on top... Elevating wounds was supposed to help blood flow anyways, right?

21 for Lazarus? I’m not super picky about character, it just seems like a fun prompt given all the recent Whump Posting 👀

Micro fic prompts - 21. Collapse

Fuck.

Fucking stupid ass- shit-!

The gutter creaked, then jerked away from the building, sending the rat unlucky enough to be running along it tumbling into the alley below. Rats, generally, have a stunning talent for surviving falls. This rat hit the lid of a dumpster, bounced, and a distinctly humanoid form hit the wet pavement and rolled.

Fuck that hurt.

Hot, stabbing pain radiated from Lazarus' shoulder as he dragged himself up to a sitting position against the alley wall. It mingled with the now dulled throbbing from his side in an unpleasant I-had-more-blood-BEFORE-this-hunt sensation that made him feel cold and sluggish. Just what he needed after that shitshow of a fight. A hiss bubbled up out of his throat, turning into a snarl of frustration thinking about how fast it had gone south.

Idiot! Fucking WATCH where you hunt!

But how was he supposed to know the punk he'd followed would waltz onto the turf of a vampire infested gang? Or that the fuckin pigs who responded would be too? Damn spawn. Territorial as hell AND they're all on the same team. All bending the knee to the same stupid guy. Lazarus had, to his credit as a wiry bastard, held his own fine until he bit one of em. It didn't taste good, but it felt good. Stealing the blood they'd stolen first.

Then he got shot.

Voices behind him shouted. (Maybe if he hadn't been caught up in the fight, he might have realized most vampires don't bite other vampires.) He felt another bullet clip his leg. Shit-! Lazarus had let go of the throat he'd been clamped onto with a yelp, pushing the now more corpse-y corpse away. The cop cruiser's lights threw the building's shadows into sharp contrast, and he dove for one, slipping a block away before they could catch his scent. Adrenaline pounded in his ears as Laz stepped out of the last shadow, not breaking his stride from darkness to pavement. It felt like the roar of the wind between buildings on a particularly stormy day as he pulled himself up- onto a trash can, a dumpster, up the wall of the building and onto the roof. Stupid guns. Stupid spawn.

That's when he'd turned into a rat.

And now he was a boy again. Bleeding on the ground again. But at least he'd put some distance behind him. Hopefully.

Lazarus dug his claws into the wall, dragging himself up to standing- or he tried to. He got about halfway up before a wave of heat slammed into him. His knees buckled, suddenly feeling heavy. Shit. Shit, shit, shit- he didn't want to hide back at the shed (Eurydice didn't need more trouble. Not from him.) But was he out of their turf?

He pushed off the wall, took a step, and crashed into the dumpster with a flurry of curses. So.... maybe it didn't matter if he was or not. He wasn't out of this alley until at least the gunshots closed.

It took more effort than the vampire wanted to admit to pull himself towards and then behind the dumpster. It was cramped, but it was a shelter, and the trash and walls would hide him well enough. Better that way... He thought, pulling a dank, stained blanket up over himself. The smell of trash and mold would blend with his own... musk- maybe dampen the smell of blood, and the thick fabric would keep him from being toasted if the sun touched the alley.

Lazarus shuddered. The feverish heat and adrenaline had both left, leaving him bone tired and cold as he nursed his hurt pride. Undead regeneration or no, he was not going anywhere else tonight.

#Figured for this AU rather than just having NO information in her brain #Q just has a wide scattering of disorganized information

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Character design commission for @rawrgrl of their housecat who wandered into the feywild and gained sentience! SUCH a cute concept and SUCH a joy to work on!

#SO FLUFFY!!

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the science bitch urge to correct all common misinformation when it appears vs the knowledge that people hate that bitch actually

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This costume is SO nice 😩👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 THE DETAIL WORK (x)

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they should teach u how to use twin daggers in school

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Bless me with your smile

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pls reblog for sample size etc

#I have both a computer + tablet (no screen) and a Galaxy Tab S8 #The galaxy tablet is what I primarily use these days

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Good. 💜🧡

#What's sexier than wizards nothing