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estcaligo · 3 months
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"Bad Dream"
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reo-55 · 12 days
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Maybe something silly I could do is dig up all the old sketches I've done for this story and try and redraw them (this one is from 2020)
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grey-viridian · 11 months
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alicura7 · 7 days
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witness The Blessed 4000 Defense aventurine with the shittiest kicks money can buy
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xebecdav · 1 year
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just for funsies, heres the original version of my piece for caroline appreciation day. i ended up not liking the colors and the shading so i redid it last minute.
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tm-trx · 10 months
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I used my Track 2 playlist and got The Wanted
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m3lssposts · 2 years
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old drawing made as a part of a common gift (they made a huge folder with fan works to celebrate her bd)  for Mochizuki Jun (望月 淳) from one cool community during the period when I was art-answering as Dante and Riche (yey ~~ Dante has caramel hair ~~!) 
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little-muses · 2 years
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An Elegy on the Death of A Child
There was a time where he laughed loudly, bright And unabashed there Roaming forests, voice alight Singing freely and passion flared
he grew in time with Spring’s green saplings Buds of selfhood blossoming How quickly he choked upon the frost How quickly that childhood spark was lost Voice breaking and song fracturing
The towering pines weep their needles falling on his little form blanketing his meek remains floating in his pooling pains Ice entrapping him - forlorn within his deep, forgotten tomb his tiny fingers clutch his soul
Before he crumpled under fear He cried and stumbled unafraid He made mistakes and shed his tears boldly, blissfully unashamed
When Spring still sang it's jaunty tune His voice was strong, unwavering Without worry that his words would turn and twist and make his stomach churn from Winter’s windy, roaring croon He could still trust himself to begin
For years his body sat and stewed in fear’s rancid and rotten broth he marinated in guilt’s sour brew Forgotten in some toxic trough
Murdered, silenced, beaten down Until his breath was soft and slight Unbridled joy that he had known Stifled under her icy fright
But now and then I hear his voice Whispering as wind through leaves I feel his small hand holding mine Telling me that I can shine Offering that fearless choice of blossoming through Winter’s freeze
I’m not yet strong enough to go and dig him from that darkened place But someday I’ll reach through the snow past the guilt and shame and blight to embrace myself and walk alight with His earnest smile on my face
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noelledeltarune · 8 months
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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
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artkaninchenbau · 4 months
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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)
It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.
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Bonus:
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cowardlycowboys · 5 months
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girl who needs to ask for reassurance would rather be stabbed than admit they have needs
GIRL GENDER FUNNY‼️ POST MADE BY MOST FEMININE HE/THEY SHUT UP‼️
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inkskinned · 10 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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the-nefarious-vampire · 3 months
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as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.
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ifartconfetti · 3 months
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Hello neurodivergent people. I was wondering if I'm just weird or it is common to not being able to learn certain motoric skills at the same time as my peers and learned them MUCH later
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kimdokjas · 1 month
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though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡
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catmask · 8 months
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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
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