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nightzskii-archived · 6 months
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I wonder if he'll ever apologize to me?
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fence-time · 3 months
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Someone’s probably already done this…
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aromanthur-lester · 6 months
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I'm designing Arthur and Parker's office in 3d for a school project and look!
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I even included Parker!!!
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afterartist · 25 days
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Ahh yes
Best fanart I’ve ever drawn
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I hate this fandom
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fallenrain40 · 4 months
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MY NEW WEBKINZ I GOT THIS CHRISTMAS !!!!
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svnshine-bvnny · 1 year
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I dont post here often bvt I may start posting every few while so
Hi !! have I told yov how mvch I like drawing Glitchy Red and Steven !!! jwgdjsb
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Traditional doodles
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Yeah Im on a pokepasta hyperfixation rn shhh
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pxppet · 6 months
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Another self portrait of my inner world appearance, but I tried it out with this digital colouring style I'm starting to find very fun
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pianocat939 · 11 months
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Me trying to act completely innocent with my heinous green idea-
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hellotherediesel · 14 days
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y'know trying to figure out how to mod undertale is kinda annoying when the only resource for something you can find was posted right when the game released and isn't finished
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opbackgrounds · 1 year
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If you ever saw the show Bones, MC it's kinda how I imagine Robin as a kid. A genius and no social skills, which combined with the archeology background means she probably talked to kids about weird history or wars or just weird things like 'if lightning struck us now we'd die instantly' when it start raining. xD
I will never forget how the book series the show was based on helped me in my pharmacology class remember that the tetracycline has the potential side effect of staining children’s teeth
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hallothere · 8 months
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one shot. must... write.... angst
"I'm needed on the field."
Dagoras reached out a hand for the dozenth time in an hour. There was the damp towel, damp hair, damp forehead. His thumb poked a nose, and Golodir twitched away. Golodir had been twitching, mumbling, and tossing around for the better part of a day. Dagoras could only hold him here for so long. Sooner or later, Golodir would regain his strength or his wits and try to leave. And there'd be nothing he could do to stop him.
"We've been posted here, cousin." Dagoras opened with this one again. Golodir had simply rolled over and gone back to sleep last time. Though, there was no guarantee he'd do it again.
"There's too much to be done." Golodir wriggled and tried to swat Dagoras' hand away from where it remained childishly on his face. "I'm needed on the field. My captain--"
He'd faltered here before. Gone into a fit, once, in the earliest hours of it. Stopped with a knee on the cot and a hand resting full-weighted on Dagoras' collarbone. That was the one that had his heart pounding in his chest so hard he was sure Golodir could feel it. Looking up at his cousin, seeing the scrunch of his brows, his mouth half open just the same way he had at three learning eggs come from chickens.
But there'd been nothing in the eyes. He'd frowned and tilted his head and asked where they were. Dagoras explained, patiently, over the reopened gash in his side, that they were right where they were supposed to be. That Golodir really ought to sit down and wait. And that his Captain was coming to check on him in a little while.
Corunir would come. He would return eyes hot and throat dry and hands reaching haltingly out. The Captain. The voice when all else got dark. Corunir's gut would twist the same way Dagoras' did and they'd smile tight smiles and tell Golodir he was doing so well. Corunir would set a hand on a shoulder-sans-pauldron this time. Say it in the healing halls instead of the field of red. Say whatever Golodir wanted to hear.
Because it wasn't wearing off fast. It was wearing off but, oh, not fast. Dagoras barely had the strength now, at this- he turned his head a little and squinted, finding torchlight- odd time of night. No time for Golodir to finally get his legs back under him and run off. He moved his hand back down to Golodir's shoulder.
"He's busy, Golodir." Dagoras let the weariness show. "You know how hard he works. He ordered us to stay here. For you to keep an eye on me too, remember?" He patted the shoulder. "And I want to sleep. I'm sure you need rest too."
He'd do whatever the Captain said, as long as he could remember what that was. At least for a few more days, Aragorn had said. Maybe less if all went well... if all went well to the East. At least the Captain was Corunir now, and any rot in a phial that would try to tell him otherwise was far, far away. Small mercies.
"You're... tired?"
Dagoras blinked. He hadn't asked before. "I'm exhausted. And I'm still... a little sore. You probably are too." It was a kind lie, an understatement. Aragorn had swung at plate of black and red and hit grey linen. And pulled his killing blow, as Dagoras wasn't lying there cleaved in two. Even in the heat of battle had hadn't given that choice a second thought. His Chieftain would never strike him down, not even when he did. But it was a small price to pay between Andruil and Golodir's exposed back.
Golodir was sitting up and Dagoras couldn't keep his arm engaged. It fell between the cots. In the dim light, he could see the dark form of Golodir wavering. Upright. Not standing and running yet. Not reaching for his neck.
"Can you... Are you unable to sleep here?"
It still didn't sound like him. Wasn't a jibe in there, no smart remark. Nothing on the other side either, not so much as a false front or the surety he wasn't worried. Confusion. Golodir did not often find himself confused. He wasn't one to be of two minds about anything. On top of hardly being the type to follow orders, it was a clear sign the fog hadn't lifted.
"It's not very comfortable. And you keep moving around." He could barely keep his eyes open, but he needed to amend that quickly. "Part of my assignment is watching you. We're worried about you, Golodir."
The room was quiet again. He could work with quiet. It was likely as anything that Golodir would start flagging again soon and go back to sleep.
He didn't expect one arm under his shoulders and another under his legs.
"Bariel!" Dagoras couldn't stop this on his own, whatever it was. Whatever throes Golodir was in were strong enough to get him up and carry him... somewhere. The vertigo was already on him. He might not get a second chance to call out.
Golodir hadn't moved yet. "You're hurt." Dagoras felt a hand tighten on his arm. "You weren't going to tell me?"
That sounded so much like Golodir he almost laughed. Three. Asking what the chickens could possibly make the eggs from. Thirty, full of righteous indignation, asking him about his knee and if he was dumb enough to try to keep walking on it. Weeks ago, positive he'd heard wrong and that Dagoras hadn't been kidnapped by deserters.
He might've laughed. They were moving again and that was still bad news if he thought it was funny or not. His neck lost rigidity and when he tried to pick it back up he was leaned on something soft. Soft all around, unlike the cot. Bariel was somewhere above him, arguing. Golodir was practically perched at his hip, arguing back. Dagoras tipped his head back again. He was probably in the olia, getting blood all over it.
But Golodir...He smiled to himself. Even if it was backwards and upside down, Golodir was pushing through the fog. Fighting. Silly of him to think even this would go like he planned. Golodir never did exactly what anyone else wanted.
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imp-thing · 7 months
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thinking tangle tower thoughts and remembered the characters i am sad now for no reason
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trainer-blue · 8 months
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actually i think im gonna start killing games where the playable character is supposed to represent you / a general anonymous person & it's a white man. im so fucking sick to death of this it's literally every single game for no fucking reason. tears them apart
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cryptic-loser · 1 hour
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Guys what if I made a Happy Artists OC- 🧍‍♂️
I may or may not already have a slight idea-
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r0ttingsystem · 8 days
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"you don't even act like a child" jbwdjbfeehkcvkveckKHKCWBJKEKJHFEJKBFKHECHKJ
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gothicrainbowz · 10 months
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I FUCKING LOVE BARBIE PRINCESS CHARM SCHOOL !!
IT HAS PINK !! AND SPARKLES !! AND GLITTER !! AND POSITIVITY !!
I FUCKING LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH !!
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