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sleepypandaarts · 2 months
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I’ve thought about this but in dreamworld if you pee there do you pee in real life?
In which case, that must’ve been awkward for Silver if he went to pee in his dreams.
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marblerose-rue · 8 months
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fire alone can save our clan. bye! *sound of lps feet clacking away*
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amelia-yap · 7 months
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beacon stuff
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harmonysixx · 2 months
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I don't really know what they're saying, just imagine something so nasty even the pirate is surprised af to hear an 11 year old talk like that
Based on @nell0-0's headcanon of Tatl teaching Time/Mask how to swear!
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cowboy-robooty · 2 months
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based on when i said "I dont really like dumbasses. i think being smart is one the things I desire most in people" and then was forced to realize almost everyone im super close to has a room temperature iq
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niirasri · 9 months
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When you're at a world meeting and you get this look from them is when you know you're REALLY doing something wrong.
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ego-meliorem-esse · 6 months
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Omg pls give some soft na bros playing as kids or something and Arthur being a good dad for once
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The boys know each other for a full 72 hours and already they are inseparable.
Matt may be a constant reminder of François to Arthur but even he has to admit that having Matthew around is the best decision he's made in the past 130 years. Just having someone else be on the receiving end of Alfreds shenanigans is giving saving Arthur from endless migraines and worries. Alfred is a wonderful and exceptionally intelligent boy, but having to answer unending questions about anything and everything is a job he doesn't mind sharing with the lads northern brother.
So off they go to the garden to read/draw with the setting sun watching over them <3
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royaltea000 · 1 month
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I saw a couple people say that they didn’t really like America’s gangstalia design so I was like hey why don’t I try redesigning it but I think I just ended up drawing an actual cowboy lmfao
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chaikajpeg · 1 month
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day two of "just a quick sketch and i'll do my assignments" (this took me 2h 45min so far)
photo reference: Bej48 - Hu XiaoHui & Qing Yuwen
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yorkistarbomb · 2 days
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I think he’s pretty nice or something *foaming at the mouth*
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wolfythewitch · 1 year
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My part of the animatic! it's a TLOU inspired animatic for finals
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Earth Ponies !!!
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sillybond · 8 months
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OH OH
You BET what I'm thinking of
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A redhead, green-eyed kid
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Could only come from...
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a red head, green eyed human version of a certain wizard hunter that we all know ;)
They just won't admit it, but I know I KNOW
Come on Muto just confirm finntress already or something :(
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fatuismooches · 7 months
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There's just something really cute about being the segments' firsts. Their first hand-holder, first kiss, first hug, first date. They all have memories of you from which their creator imbued into them, but they didn't actually do those things with you. It's not their specific memories. It was merely Prime's memories from that stage of his life with you. So, in reality, they're all kind of... sad little clones who haven't felt the touch of love in their entire lives. Solely fulfilling their duty as one of Prime's segments. The affection they remember never actually being experienced by them personally. The feelings never actually felt by them.
The younger segments especially get more worked up about it. Especially when they see you being so blatantly affectionate with Prime. Oh, how they wish that could be them. That you could give them the time of day too. It ends up frustrating them to the point where they nearly break equipment in the process. The older segments are more aware of their place, so they don't show their urges much outwardly, but that doesn't mean they aren't disappointed.
When you finally get comfortable enough around them, they're tripping over themselves to figure out how to persuade you best so that you'll spend them with them instead of the other segments. So that they'll receive lots of kisses and your attention will solely be on them, for the first time since their creation date. (Would you care to join me in dissecting a body, dearest? No, [Name] would much prefer to examine Ruin Guards with me! As if. They would much rather help me out in the lab instead.)
Once you give them a taste of what you have to give, there's no going back. Because the thing about being their firsts, is that they'll demand for you to be their seconds, thirds, and fourths as they truly can't be enough. They might suffocate you, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You have two hands, shoulders, a lap, a back, and more for a reason!
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haunted-xander · 8 months
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Redraw of the 2014 Rising artwork except I am physically incapable of making things easy for myself so I made one for each expac :)
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anna-scribbles · 3 months
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thirteen update 🌿👩🏼‍🌾🏚️🫢
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chapter 4: January
chapter summary:
He pictured her face the last time he’d seen it, cheekbones peeking through smooth skin, smile taut over bone-white teeth. They would tell him, right? If something happened?
excerpt:
The thing about haunted houses is that “haunted” is a really vague descriptor, and it’s passive, which is just bad writing, honestly. There’s no indicator as to who’s doing the haunting, and how often, and why. There’s no real criteria for what “haunting” even means. A person can be haunted by a ghost, or their past, or the memory of eating bad sushi. A house can’t remember its past. It certainly can’t eat sushi. And Adrien’s not even confident that ghosts are real. (If you’d asked him that question about ten years ago, he’d have said no. But finding out that magic is real—and that you’re not—has a way of dampening your certainty of such things.)
Anyway, haunted houses are stupidly and imprecisely named. And if Adrien wanted to use an edgy metaphor to conceptualize the way his past won’t un-sink its twelve-year-old-molars from his throat, he’d just go back to thinking about forced heirship again.
(“—it’s non-negotiable,” the woman from the city had explained. “Property is passed down automatically to biological offspring upon death. You have been the primary owner of the estate since the previous owner, Emilie Agreste, died in—”)
Mostly, the house is just damp and cold and musty. Mostly, it’s just a monument to how excessively wasteful one absurdly rich and evil family can be. No delusions of haunting can be blamed for that. Adrien doesn’t even want to guess at how much money was poured into this place, only for it to get dilapidated by years of moisture and infamy.
(Ten-year-old paintings shouldn’t be sticky when you touch them. Layers of finely-detailed brushstrokes shouldn’t flake off and smear away at the brush of your fingernails, especially when there isn’t even anything underneath.)
It was always a terrible place for art, this house. His parents were collectors more than appreciators of any of it, buying up pretty things just to own them. Hang them here, where no one else would see. And it seems now that water damage has picked up where his parents left off, ensuring that no one else will ever enjoy them again.
(Of course there was nothing underneath. There’s never anything underneath, no matter how deep he digs. He should know that by now.)
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