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medlilove · 7 months
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Another little redraw, went a bit more shojo with this one, which outfit should I redraw next?
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pie-bean · 6 months
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Meeting myself from another dimension!
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theass-inassassin · 2 years
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bitter exes (landlord and con artist) who would throw hands are both father figures to the same person that is just being empathetic towards them (running the island in every conceivable way by herself)
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kyokittymeow · 2 years
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It's gettin hot outside ☀️
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Some Lucifer for your soul
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wildingacnh · 2 years
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Some pictures of my bathroom
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ynassociates · 2 years
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Long distance letters
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mayoriel · 2 years
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Even if stuff has been a bit chaotic, life continues in hallownest
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eclemon · 3 months
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Me, realizing that with this last Buster Call, the World Government has effectively erased the island of the past (Ohara) and the island of the future (Egghead). Both of which were actively looking to better the lives of the people through knowledge.
So, they effectively tried to eliminate the real past and a hopeful future for the world.
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w1f1n1ghtm4r3 · 3 months
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intruder:R+hacker:N
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rosefires20 · 10 months
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God.
I love the QSMP so damn much.
All of the individual storylines, main plot points, and small interactions give me so much life.
It's just this close-knit community of characters that have come to love each other and become fast friends and family.
There's angst and drama and horror and mystery and just about everything else but there is always this core feeling of community and care that has been created.
It's not even exclusive to the server itself either. Seeing all of these different communities come together and get to know each other and become more comfortable with themselves has been so incredible. The streamers themselves have become such good friends they are all planning when they can next meet everyone or travel to someone's home country. It's just incredible.
The world feels so damn negative these days, but here is this Minecraft server actively standing a bright beacon of light. Yes. It's not perfect, but it's incredibly human and very enjoyable to be able to see and interact with.
Every admin and player who has even remotely had a hand in the QSMP has made something truly incredible, and we are shown that every day.
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books-apples-socks · 4 months
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(...) Silver had terrible hard work getting up the knoll. What with the steepness of the incline, the thick tree stumps, and the soft sand, he and his crutch were as helpless as a ship in stays. But he stuck to it like a man in silence, and at last arrived before the captain, whom he saluted in the handsomest style. He was tricked out in his best; an immense blue coat, thick with brass buttons, hung as low as to his knees, and a fine laced hat was set on the back of his head. “Here you are, my man,” said the captain, raising his head. “You had better sit down.” “You ain’t a-going to let me inside, cap’n?” complained Long John. “It’s a main cold morning, to be sure, sir, to sit outside upon the sand.” “Why, Silver,” said the captain, “if you had pleased to be an honest man, you might have been sitting in your galley. It’s your own doing. You’re either my ship’s cook—and then you were treated handsome—or Cap’n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!” “Well, well, cap’n,” returned the sea-cook, sitting down as he was bidden on the sand, “you’ll have to give me a hand up again, that’s all.” (...) Silver’s face was a picture; his eyes started in his head with wrath. He shook the fire out of his pipe. “Give me a hand up!” he cried. “Not I,” returned the captain. “Who’ll give me a hand up?” he roared. Not a man among us moved. Growling the foulest imprecations, he crawled along the sand till he got hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch. Then he spat into the spring. “There!” he cried. “That’s what I think of ye. Before an hour’s out, I’ll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon. Laugh, by thunder, laugh! Before an hour’s out, ye’ll laugh upon the other side. Them that die’ll be the lucky ones.” And with a dreadful oath he stumbled off, ploughed down the sand, was helped across the stockade, after four or five failures, by the man with the flag of truce, and disappeared in an instant afterwards among the trees.
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medlilove · 8 months
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🍎 🍏 apple girly
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pie-bean · 3 months
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Some silly self portraits 🌌
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theass-inassassin · 2 years
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what is she if not cursed
(original: snapcube dub)
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mayorwhisper · 1 month
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When you successfully buy a real painting from the crazy guy who sells forgeries 😂😂
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n1ghtlux · 2 years
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"We'll remember each other forever at this rate."
"I'm counting on it, trouble."
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I would die for the Corinthian and Wanderer. No questions asked. Thank you Kat for all these hours spent writing and creating this story <3
@the-darklings , today I bury you in me; Maria Petrovykh, "Love me. I am pitch black"; Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo; Natalie wee, "least of all"; art by me
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