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belphegor1982 · 5 months
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"Everyone matters, but you know, only for a short amount of time. In a way, I fall in love with everybody, but I just fall out of love too easily."
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shrikeicee · 10 months
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oc time (far left is Smokey, middle is Earnest, far right is Huron)
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i printed earnest posters to stick around my school 😭😭 one is in the girls toilets one is on my wall where do i put le last one 🤔🤔
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ociel-namesuggestions · 7 months
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Today's Terrible OCiel Name Suggestion is...
Gerald Earnest Feodore Phantomhive
Submitted by @truedarkhunter
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downydig · 1 year
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They love each other <: - )
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firlachieldraws · 4 months
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@sugarcoatedrainbows introduced a side character in one (1) flashback chapter and naturally I latched onto him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
His name is Earnest, was once chosen husband for the future queen, his one job was to produce an heir and things went a bit off track ever since. He's handling it great.
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tisbore · 3 months
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Earnest making his own doorway. I need to draw him more.
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sugaryspirits · 2 months
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So many things happened during the last 5 mins
One of the bards cast Silence to surprise our targets
Jumps on the table to use a notepad to arrest them
Our Tanuki bard (who had turned themselves into clip to spy on the targets) goes berserk
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roughridingrednecks · 5 months
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Earnest
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Reginald ‘Regi’ Earnest is a middle aged cat who is an investor who also is a part of a mafia gang. He works under Marigold (insignia red flower pin) with Nico and the crew. His walking cane acts as weapon not only to bonk disobedient younglings with, but also has a hidden blade when handle is unscrewed.
Don’t mess with Earnest. He’s a force to be reckoned with.
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whats-in-a-sentence · 7 months
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At this moment the Beaver again popped it's head out from behind the tree and beckoned earnestly to them.
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"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis
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dk-thrive · 1 year
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I often find myself embarrassingly earnest as a person – it’s not very cool.’
Xiaolu Guo: ‘It would be tacky to ask: can you forgive me for writing this?’ Interview by Hephzibah Anderson in The Guardian, April 8, 2023.
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circusballoon · 2 months
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And I think this is the end of my queue (on Jan 19th when I added this, anyway)! I've been trying to remember that putting random colors in the background makes me enjoy my experience more when sketching because it just ... makes it a little more visually interesting and gives me some pre-existing colors to play with.
I want to make more of a point of starting with colored backgrounds when I'm sketching. It's nice.
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xenodidelphis · 5 months
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Cherry - Has watery coffee every morning, but by lunch expects a much stronger brew available that has just as much creamy alcohol as coffee in it. Likes that chilled to sip throughout the day.
Roy - Says black, but actually really likes very flavorful and rich coffee lightly sweetened with agave, and mixed with dried herbs and flower petals for the taste and smell.  Will mix in healing powder because the coffee covers the taste and it can take on the added flavor.
Ves - Black coffee with nothing, maybe double brewed.  Not used to anything gentle or sweet, or stimulants period, so the bitter taste might be more palatable.  However, then he is give  some with radhorner milk, and it changes everything.  Still can't stand anything sweet in the coffee, but will put more milk than coffee in the cup.
Frankie - Everytime their coffee gets more elaborate and sweet. Experimenting is the name of the game, to sometimes interesting and horrifying results.  Canabis infused milk stirred in quickly became a Goodneighbor luxury down in the Third Rail.  Loves boozey coffee.
Earnest - Had to get used to sweetener made from mutfruit... Or go out on the life-threatening mission of getting honey from spitter bees.  Two spoonfuls of either dried and ground mutfruit or honey, and a dash of whatever milk they have on hand.  Milk optional, sugar not.
Bonus never before posted of oc! Birdie - Warm mulled fruits.  Won't touch coffee with a ten foot pole. 
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shrikeicee · 11 months
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so wait does anything happen to marcie? because you talked about how earnest adopts smokey and huron but what about marcie?
rocky and smoky are in two completely separate universes !
rocky and marcie are in one universe (i call it rockyverse cause i made an au of them) and smokey, huron, and earnest are in separate one
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Today my mum came to hug me. I reacted, as always, with a flinch and a curled lip and a grunt of distaste. In my mind, I said, "you haven't earned this."
Today, a voice in the back of my head told me to give it a chance. To let her rest her head on my lap and smile at me, to press pause for a moment on the speaker that listed her crimes on loop twenty four hours a day. I played pretend that I was 12 and nothing bad had ever happened to me. It was nice, and we laughed, and we talked like we hadn't in a long time.
Afterwards, I felt guilty. I felt like I had betrayed myself, as if I had forgone justice for a momentary reprieve. After all, she hadn't actually redeemed herself. Was that all the suffering of my childhood would amount to? Where was the reckoning? If I couldn't have justice, why not exact revenge?
I felt perhaps for the first time the temptation to forgive, to abandon the slate of her sin, crudely tied to my back with twine and digging in between my shoulders as I carried it around waiting for her to acknowledge it.
But then what? Who was I without the slate? She wouldn't clean the wounds where it had rubbed away thin skin and pressed into flesh; if I brought it up she'd deny that I had carried it at all. Surely, someone had to remember. If I let it fall to the ground, the pieces shattering across the floor, would my history disintegrate with it?
Today, I realised that almost all of my childhood has been soaked up by this slate. Specks of blood along its edges contain memories of day trips. Sweat from the effort of holding it up pours down my forehead, infused with the scent of family dinner in front of the TV. Maybe carrying the slate in order to honour my past had tainted everything else. Maybe if I let it go, I could raise my shoulders and learn to walk unburdened.
I am not 12 years old, and bad things have happened. I am not 12 years old, the bad things aren't still happening. I am 19, I am allowed to acknowledge the good. I must.
Inspired by a post by @inanotherunivrse
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