Wyll the monster hunter, monster-fucker, monster :)
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One of the (many) things I love about Xie Lian is how artfully he combines old man and babygirl. I would give examples, but I don’t think I need to. We all know
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And for the holidays I give you memes! Memes everywhere!
I hope that all of you are having a wonderful time, but if not, I at least hope these silly doodles brought you a little joy!
I'm going to keep this short and sweet today, so to round this of: These doodles are based off of the fanfic Apex Polarity, which is written by the lovely @naffeclipse and Eclipse' design is based off of @themeeplord 's fantastic design!
And as a bonus, you will find an alteration and a bunch of Yeti slogans/puns under the cut:
and if you're wondering why I made so many gd yeti puns, it was for michael's mug. You gotta have some fitting and funny slogan for all mugs. Btw If any of you know some good yeti slogans and/or puns, please call me, I've been struggling.
Michael; local cryptid believer, but not cryptid enjoyer
Vanessa; POLAR BEARS
Eclipse; I'm having the best time of my life! :D
Y/n; I'm having A TIME :')
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Furby with dead battery: chirp chirp demonic wailing
Child Mallues: Ah yes, just like the inescapable cycle of live and death and watching loved ones depart
According to the Furbish language dictionary:
1. Sleep / 2. Good night
Someone help me name the Furby 🌻
First part
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"Wait, come'ere." Rhys says. Tim moves a bit closer but it's evidently not close enough because Rhys pulls at the front of his jacket until they're nearly toe-to-toe and presses his forehead to the glass front of Tim's helmet.
"What—"
"Yeah," Rhys breathes, fogging the glass, "I knew it'd be cool."
He's close enough that Tim could count his eyelashes, close enough he could kiss him if the glass wasn't there, close enough he can probably hear Tim's unsteady breathing—
Trade with @snailpdf 💖Did a scene from chapter 4 of his lovely fic 'The Devil Doesn't Bargain'
Check out the fic here 👉: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45903100
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how many of Temeraire’s crew can recite the Principia Mathematica from memory, do you think
I'm imagining this very much like the first ever text in my Latin textbook, the opening paragraph of which is so deeply carved into my brain that I remember it still 15 years later (hic forum est. populus properat. sed marcus stat et circumspectat) and also a video I once saw of former members of the Mary Poppins musical ensemble who still knew the choreography for supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, so I want to think that decades after Laurence and Temeraire retire, former crewmembers run into each other in the officer's mess and do the Spiderman pointy meme and intone "Cum Veteres Mechanicam (uti Author est Pappus) in verum Naturalium investigatione maximi fecerint" in perfect sync (because they're copying how Laurence always read it)
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Just thinking about Mark pawing at the glass when he’s first put into the coffin. Pls send help.
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I love that thing Ben has about saying “don’t you know who I am?” or “you’ve probably heard of me” or smth like everyone shut up it’s cute and idc what you say don't you know who he is
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