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synthshenanigans · 2 months
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something about three days till the blaze or smth
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yes I know the song isn't out yet but shush I love heal
[Lil extra stuff below :}]
Twas [mainly] based on the art for the 3DS release :D a more simple version of it yes but im not about to draw every character in the whole damn game but Jash-ified. However that would be really funny tho
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Also! I made a MM Jash guy like three months ago but now that the songs are relevant again I might redraw the guy if anyone wants it [or I get bored lol]
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yesloulou · 1 month
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Charles goes surfing in Melbourne | AusGP 2024 🇦🇺🌊 via ariannaoioli on tiktok
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acrowseye · 14 days
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part 2 of my experiment: what english-speaking country are you from, what region and what do you call the following images? if you don't know what the first image is please try to guess i'd love to see it
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embyrinitalics · 11 months
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Have a fun little prompt:
TP Zelda gets a dog. Link is unimpressed. She calls the dog Link. Chaos ensues.
That's it. That's the prompt.
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“What is that?”
“The latest taxation proposition for Lanayru province.”
“Not that. That.”
The queen set the top page of her report aside, not deigning to glance beneath her desk.
“It’s a dog.”
“Yes. But what is it doing here?”
“It’s mine.”
The captain of the guard waited a beat. She turned another page.
“You got a dog.”
“Yes.”
“May I ask why?”
“Dogs are good companion animals.”
He folded his arms, frowning at it. It laid down and folded its paws, unmoved.
“And why do you need a companion animal?”
“You seem needlessly fixated, Sir Link.”
“You’re avoiding the question, Your Majesty.”
“Why? Does it pose a threat to my security?”
“It’s unlike you.”
“Not so. I’ve always liked dogs. And companion animals can be very soothing.”
“You already have—”
Her eyes met his at the same time his teeth met each other. Her gaze lingered, and he strategically uncrossed his arms. Beneath the desk, the dog sniffed.
She turned another page.
“Did you have something for me?”
He did. He fished the envelope out of his breast pocket and stepped closer to hold it out to her across her workspace. She reached for her letter opener and sliced it neatly down the seam, and he let his eyes drift down near his boots and bared a tooth.
“Thank you,” she said, and leaned back in her chair to read.
It was as polite a dismissal as he was liable to get. He saw himself out, glancing back from the shadow of the door.
The dog looked smug.
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The delegation arriving that afternoon was large, and the staff had been agitated as a cucco swarm seeing to the last minute preparations. Fortunately, the captain had some experience with cuccos, and was adroit enough to stay out of the way as he oversaw the finishing touches on the security measures.
One of the kitchen maids, sheen on her forehead and pink on her cheeks, came out of the dining room with a platter big as a Hylian shield balanced against her shoulder. The frustration on her face melted a bit when she met his eyes, giving way to an exhausted half-smile.
“Hello, Captain,” she said, breathless, and he nodded.
“Miss Tilly.”
“No room for a fourth platter of bouchées,” she sighed, dragging her wrist against her brow. Her eyes sparkled beneath. “These’ll have to go back down.”
“Pity,” he said.
She plucked an hors d'oeuvres from the top of the arrangement and held it out for him.
“Care to lighten my load?”
The pastry hovered between them a moment—unassuming, bite sized, glistening with eggwash—before his fingers finally lifted along with the corners of her mouth.
If anyone knew how to tempt the otherwise impervious captain of the guard, it was the kitchen staff.
He was halfway to biting into it when the queen’s voice, raised, urgent, startled him so badly he pulled it out from under his teeth and whipped his head aside.
“Link, no!”
A blue-eyed shepherd bounded down the hallway like a shot and back up again, twirling a circle by the trailing queen’s skirts and hopping a bit until he pulled a smile out of her. He let his tongue loll out and pranced at her heel as she walked.
The captain’s teeth hadn’t quite found their way back to each other.
“You—” he started, and then closed his mouth at her sudden, innocent attention.
She waited, elegant. He tried again, off kilter.
“You named the dog Link?”
“It’s a heroic name,” she reasoned, fingers feathering the silky top of his head, and Link preened. “Don’t you agree?”
Miss Tilly ducked her head and scurried off, hiding her toothy smile very poorly.
The captain shoved the whole pastry in his mouth and stomped off.
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The queen brought Link to the reception.
He was bouncy and very good at manipulating his eyebrows to swindle the guests out of treats. He was light enough on his dainty paws that he stayed out from under the foot traffic, and small enough that he could slip under tables with ease. The Zora also found him novel and charming, which made absolutely no sense.
His good behavior did not keep the captain from glaring at him whenever they crossed paths.
After dinner the queen stayed up late entertaining and listening to informal presentations of the Zora’s concerns. Link laid at her feet, occasionally offering his chin and ears for scratches. The captain of her guard stood stationed at the far end of the room, where he could keep an eye on all the entrances and wouldn’t eavesdrop.
It was his usual spot at functions like these. But tonight he felt leashed up outside.
When the guests had finally gone to bed, the queen glided towards her chambers, trailed by two shadows. It was a sleepy procession. And as the delegation was staying for the better part of a week, there would be more of them. The dog whined.
“You poor thing,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke his chin. “You haven’t had your supper yet.”
Neither had the captain. But he refrained from whining about it.
They reached her room and the queen went inside. Link followed, nails dragging noisily on the carpet, but stopped wedged in the doorway to look pointedly over his shoulder. The captain felt his hackles raising.
“Was there something else?”
“Nothing else, Your Majesty. Get some rest.”
“You as well,” she nodded, swallowing a yawn. “Come to bed, Link.”
The dog trailed her inside, making a beeline for her mattress.
When the door closed, the captain bristled so hard he felt the need to shake down to his tail.
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The next few days were more of the same: crowded meals that lasted for hours, long walks through the castle grounds speckled with talks, and tired evenings brimming with wine. The queen’s captain and her dog liked each other less and less.
The last morning of the visit, nerves frayed, tension wound tight, Link growled when the captain wandered too close to the queen’s desk, and without thinking the captain bared his teeth.
“Link!” she scolded, and they both flinched, tails tucked.
The envoy met with her one last time for what was sure to be a long negotiation, and the captain took the opportunity to attend to some pressing business.
He snatched the dog by the collar and dragged him, nails scuffing everywhere, to a broom closet, and locked them both in. He changed, and the dog screamed.
“OH GODS! WOLF! WOLF! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!”
“Stop barking! Stop—shut up, shut up!”
Link hesitated from where he had reared back on his haunches, breath puffing and chest fluttering, before he took an uncertain sniff. The whites of his eyes receded a bit, his forepaw meeting the ground and his nose drifting closer as he investigated. And then his eyes—as much as a dog’s eyes can—rolled.
“Oh. It’s you.”
The wolf let his lip curl, and while Link’s ears drooped, he planted his paws and raised himself a little taller, not to be intimidated.
“Let’s have it out,” the captain growled, “before this becomes an issue for her.”
“Well I certainly have nothing to apologize for,” he snuffed. “I’ve been nothing but well behaved!”
“You took a snap at me under her desk this morning.”
“You were asking for it.”
If the captain had a palm to drag across his face, he would’ve. Instead he pinned his ears down and huffed, glowering, “The safety of the queen and her household are my responsibility. You don’t need to like me. I don’t need to like you. But I am going to protect her. So stay out of my way.”
Link snorted. “That’s what she keeps you around for? Protection?”
“At least she has use for me. I can’t fathom why she’s kept you as long as she has.”
“Because I am the best boy. And the goodest boy. And the prettiest boy—”
“All right, shut up, shut up.”
He planted his tail on the ground, trying to think. It swished like an irritated metronome.
Link’s ears perked, head tilting and eyes going horribly wide with realization.
“You’re jealous!”
The wolf sneered. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“It all makes sense now. You’ve been unwelcoming from the moment I arrived. And at first I thought, Perhaps he’s one of those unpleasant people who simply doesn’t like dogs—insufferable, yes, but mostly harmless. But it couldn’t be clearer now what this is about: territory.”
“The queen is not territory.”
“But the place beside her throne? At the foot of her bed? Those certainly are, and I’ve never seen you in any of them.”
Link put on his best smug face. The captain entertained thoughts of cleaving his head clean off his shoulders.
“So, what did you do to get yourself ousted?”
“I haven’t been ousted.”
“Fine. Replaced.”
“I haven’t been—!”
“Well you must’ve done something wrong. How else do you explain my arrival? Were you too noisy? Too big? Too intimidating? Do you give subpar cuddles?”
His eyes narrowed. “The queen and I have never cuddled.”
Link looked mortified. “How can you even be a lapdog and not give cuddles?”
“I was never her lapdog! I’m her head of security!”
He hesitated.
“She does… know you’re a dog, yes?”
The wolf huffed again. “Yes, she knows.”
“Because I’ve never seen you like this in front of her before. And we’re mostly inseparable.”
“It’s been a while,” he grumbled.
“But you used to.”
One of his ears went sideways.
“And you liked it.”
Both of his ears went sideways.
Link beamed. “Doesn’t she give just the best scratches?”
“Listen, lapdog,” the wolf snapped, teeth meeting loudly, and Link shrank back against the wall. “The point is we’re stuck working together, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it. Deal with it.”
“You could ask for reassignment.”
He snarled, “Excuse me?”
“You can talk to her,” he explained, reaching with his back paw to scratch an itch. It made his collar twirl. “Tell her things. I envy you that, though I do a fairly good job of getting what I want besides. But you could tell her you don’t want to be her head of security anymore. Tell her you’d rather be a lapdog instead.”
“I don’t want to be her lapdog!”
“You just want to be closer to her.”
The wolf’s ears pinned back and his lips curled. “Why am I even having this conversation with you?”
“Because you locked us in a closet!”
His growl rumbled so low the brooms rattled.
He waited.
So did Link.
Finally, he murmured, “I can’t tell her that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s complicated.”
Link tilted his head at him again.
“Is that common among humans? They can’t say what they want?”
“I’d say so.”
He considered that a moment. Then he glanced up at him, eyebrows quirked.
“I think you’re dense.”
The wolf looked suddenly ravenous, but Link was unbothered.
“You’ve been outside wolfshape for too long, Captain. What do your senses tell you?”
That made him hesitate. He sniffed reflexively. “I don’t follow.”
“She got a dog to keep her company. With blue eyes. She named me after you. And you think you’re the only one who isn’t saying what he wants?” Link did his dog impression of an eye roll again. “Let me out of here. Your stupid might be contagious.”
The wolf blinked at him. “I’m going to let that go.”
“Well you know what else I think—”
The captain shifted, fur and teeth and claws melting back into softer shapes. The dog in the broom closet with him yapped incomprehensibly for another five seconds.
He smirked, “I think I like you better like this.”
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That night, when the door to her boudoir opened, the wrong sort of animal stepped through.
The queen looked up from her book from her seat on the couch. A wolf stared back.
After a beat he set his jaw, crossed the room with purpose, and dropped his snout into her lap.
Her lips twitched. The weight of his head didn’t let up in the slightest; if anything, her hesitation only made him sag harder.
“Link,” she murmured, carefully lifting one hand to trace a slow line from between his eyes to between his ears. “What have you done with my dog?”
I ate him, he thought smugly.
Her fingers dug a little deeper, and he leaned shamelessly into it. Because she gave excellent scratches.
“It’s not really appropriate for me to be overly familiar with my staff,” she mused, fingers sliding down, down, toward that spot behind his jaw. He stretched his neck to help her reach. Her smile turned pensive, and then faded just a little. “And even if I wanted to, that’s a lot of pressure to put on someone. It isn’t easy to say no to the queen.”
That’s sweet, Your Majesty, but I can handle myself.
She smoothed the fur around his ears, as though she’d mussed it. The wolf looked up at her out of fluted blue eyes, waiting. Expectant, more than hesitant. It made a smirk twist at her lips.
“It does get lonely, though,” she admitted. “Which is why I got myself a dog.”
Right. Because you didn’t already have one.
The wolf sniffed. He lifted his head from her lap and circled the couch, calculating, and then leapt onto the cushion beside hers with great care and laid down, tucking his legs so he’d fit. He plopped his head meaningfully on her shoulder.
“I can’t very well get rid of him now,” she argued.
He pushed his nose into her neck, and then wriggled to press in with his chest, encroaching as much as possible.
“Link,” she complained, puffing fur away from her mouth. “You’re too big.”
He only had two shapes to choose from, and wasn’t sure she’d be much happier with the other one. But neither was he about to call off his offensive after he’d come this far.
He shifted in a flurry of shadows. His elbow was planted on the camelback behind her shoulder, his temple planted on his fist. He was still very much in her personal space.
She arched an eyebrow, but made no move to pull away. He tested the waters, drifting closer. Her eyes twinkled, the way only hers could, and the grin that spread over his lips was probably too wolfish.
“I know a ranch in Ordona that would love a shepherd.”
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sainzinnorris · 1 month
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CARLANDO AUSTRALIA GP 2024 EDITION !
1. 22nd March 24': new carlando video challenge is being filmed, carlando having breakfast together yesterday, lando hanging out with carlos³. lando being carlos's first choice, lando wearing a carlando bracelet. ln⁴ shipping carlando. heart eyes mfs. carlando drought is over!!! ♥️🧡. lando predicting a "leclerc" pole or a carlos pole position for quali. lando calling carlos “carlitos”
2. 23rd March 24': carlos takes p2 in quali, lando p3 in quali after checo gets a grid penalty of 3 places.
3. 24th March 24':
• carlando subtle fist bumping. way too subtle but on point. (ref: carlando fist bump)
• carlando 1-3!! first carlando podium of 2024! and podium celebrations!
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• another cinematic hug. they're incapable of hugging like normal people.
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• carlos's hand on the back of lando's head even after he pulled away from the hug.
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• adam and zak congratulating carlos.
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• lando literally dragging his chair to sit closer to carlos in the cooldown room.
• lando helping him onto the podium
• lando's smile when carlos lifts his trophy.
• lando calling their shared podium as “...ehh romantic?” aha! it is. (i am not making this up. 😭)
• lando telling everyone how he knows carlos and understands what he's capable of putting forth and thereby doesn't think carlos is a underrated irrespective of how it looks from the outside of the sport. there's charles's answer in this too, but this clip is truly the highlight of my day. (ref: this clip) .
• lando and papa sainz (im also pretty sure there's two other pictures, but I'm just keeping the photo limit in mind) and also this clip (lando being an honourary sainz member part 554! 😌)
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• papa norris reposting the hug in his stories. (ref: clip. )
• joint posts return! lando calling carlos “carlitos”. carlos reshares it in his story with #CARLANDOOO (which is ironically the way he calls lando..the triple O's). lando liking caco's comment. lando's song choice is quite... interesting 👁️👁️ (song: prove it; 21 savage feat summer walker)
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monpalace · 1 year
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LEGEND
Legend is reasonable, he’d consider, just not when he's presented with (almost) constant questions and concerns regarding his relationship status with his closest friend.
Any question along the lines of “so when’d you two start dating,” are quickly met with a snappy response with little second thought. “I saw you with your significant other not too long ago,” and any further ramblings are quickly put to an end when he sends a withering gaze their way.
At some point, Legend becomes tired of comments regarding his relationship with you. If it weren't for his aversion to dark magic, he’d drown himself in a curse of some sort that stopped any related questions entirely.
He’s never turned down acts of reassurance from your side. Whether they are words of affirmation or acts of affection, he never fails to be less inconvenienced about the event when you intervene.
Legend tends to hold his sharp tongue when you're around. He’s never rude to you, or (sometimes) to the other Links, when you're around because he always wants to be a better version of himself when you're around.
That doesn't mean he's good at biting his tongue.
He’s very much susceptible to rolling his eyes, groaning, and telling someone to shut up with a scoff. Legend might wind it down even further with a “please leave us alone,” or “can you just drop it,” if you don't seem pleased by his responses.
Despite his very obvious annoyance when it comes to misinterpretations of his relationship, Legend is quick to dispel any doubts you may have in your mind.
“Would you rather I tone down on the affection? I—” Absolutely not. You’re the only person he feels comfortable with when it comes to anything tactile; he's so used to it now, he’d rather die than lose it all because of some stupid rumor.
“Maybe we shouldn't share food or drinks anymore. It sends the wrong idea.” Okay? Who cares about an indirect kiss? What even is it? You either kiss or you don't. Besides, you have food that he wants to steal (or, he has food he wants you to try), where's the issue with that? Is sharing not caring?
One way or another, Legend is one of the less tolerant Links when it comes to his platonic relationship being taken the wrong way, only being rivaled by Wind and Four’s Blue.
“My Great Goddesses,” Legend groans under his breath. He folds his hands on the side of his temple, the beginnings of a headache working its way into his mind the longer he (forcibly) hears the group of older women coo over his supposed relationship. “Make them stop.”
A swift kick under the tavern table makes Legend’s complaints come to an end. The sharp glance you sent him reels him back in like a dog on a leash.
“Sorry,” he mutters just barely under his breath.
You laugh quietly, just barely audible over the afternoon rush. “I was trying to tell you to go after them,” you hum in an equally low voice. “I’m honestly a little tired of it too.”
“Seriously?”
“Naturally.”
There's a giddy feeling that fills Legend as he stands. It might have been the slight buzz that came with his drinks, or the more natural feeling that was released when he realized he wouldn't have to be nice anymore, but the feeling is there nevertheless.
“Will you cover my part of the bill if I manage to do it without making them leave?”
“Half.”
“Three-quarters.”
“Twenty-five percent.”
“You don’t love me anymore?”
Taking out your wallet, you shake your head at his antics while putting rupees on the table. “You forget the last time you pulled something like this; but I do love you, yes.”
“I love you too, then,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a pat on your arm. “I’ll be sure to pay you back— eventually.”
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TWILIGHT
This is not the first time he's been in a situation like this, shockingly. He and Ilia went through this same scenario with the villagers of Ordon, but it's the same twenty people with the same two rumors, so everything was squashed between them rather quickly.
But this isn't Ordon. It’s not the same twenty people; it’s everyone in different eras revolving endlessly.
Yet, Twilight doesn't mind.
Every question and comment is easily passed off with “oh, we’re just friends,” or “oh, no! I don’t see them that way,” with a light laugh.
Tactile responses such as hugs, kisses (to the forehead, cheek, hand, wrist), and hand holding are natural to Twilight. He never oversteps his boundaries (whether they're set or not), so his old habits are always fitted for them.
Being called your boyfriend be damned, Twilight is clingy. He's a wolf at heart, so being around those he considers to be a part of his clan. He gently pulls you out of the way from oncoming carriages with an arm around your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder or head while listening to whatever you’re rambling on about, and presses a kiss on your cheek in greeting and goodbye— but it's still strictly platonic.
Twilight holds more than enough respect to shut down anything like “I bet your wedding will be so beautiful,” and “your children will be the prettiest,” for the both of you. “We already agreed we’d be each other's mate of honor,” and “I already told them they’d be the godparent for my kids if I have any,” are almost always his responses.
Unlike Legend, Twilight genuinely finds it amusing everytime someone gets the wrong idea. He finds it easy to joke about when the person is gone or hours after the fact, but he will stop if he finds you don't find it as funny as him.
If, on the off-chance, you both visit Ordon (assuming you aren't from there), more rumors would pop up once more. Are you another Ilia? How long have you known Link? Do you treat him well, at least? Is that a ring on your finger? Are you wearing his pelt? When's the wedding?
Twilight is quicker to cut those off at the source before they spiral. No, he's known you as a friend for a long while (at least to him) and you’ve just so happened to grow close, he’d like to think you do, it's a family heirloom, and you just wanted to see the appeal in why he wore it all the time— now, please. Stop.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s not?”
“No..”
“Yeah, alright.”
Twilight hides from the barely cracked door, hands cupped over the lower half of his face to muffle his laughter.
He can understand where the inn owner might have gotten the idea that the two of you were an item.
Upon first entering the establishment, he was pushing himself against you as though you shared the same body (the result of paranoia following a run-in with a particularly strong group of poes). He had insisted you get one room instead of two before you claimed one bed was fine when told there was no room available with two.
He supposes the final nail in the coffin would’ve been when he dropped his wallet on the counter when you started rummaging to get out your own, dragging you up their stairs once the key was dropped into his hand.
Twilight can see the beginnings of your laughter work its way through your body and face as you close the door. The owner’s inconvenienced “try not to be too loud; I’d like to not lose any more customers because of pairs like you,” rattling around in your minds when he stopped by to return Twilight's large pouch.
“It’s still not funny,” you say, trying to steal yourself as you stumble back to the bed. “It— it won’t. It’s mean.”
Denial and the urge to be the bigger person was slowly diminishing within you. It was undeniable.
Twilight joins you on the bed, shifting and ignoring the burning pain from his scrapes as you both become comfortable. The cramping he’d feel during the night was inevitable, but he could withstand it knowing he was right.
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nortoncampbell · 1 year
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LAIKA X CONVERSE
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mingmingbats · 1 year
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Some more Disney dog Steve ft. The Absent Parents/Neglectful Owners. I see him as an Australian Shepard for their affectionate/protective nature, athleticism, and steady loyalty.
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hanlight · 1 month
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F1 Feature: 5 Winners And 5 Losers From Australia
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kaitlynx2x0 · 10 months
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celluloidrainbow · 1 year
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MY FIRST SUMMER (2020) dir. Katie Found 16-year-old Claudia has grown up in isolation from the outside world. Stranded on a remote property after her mother's death, she is shocked when Grace, a spirited local teen, appears in the garden like a mirage, a breath of fresh, sugary air. The pair find in each other the support, love and intimacy they need, and teach each other the restorative power of human connection. But their idyllic peace is a fragile one as the adult world closes in and threatens their secret summer love. (link in title)
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nerdybluephoenix · 2 years
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I saw other writers do something similiar. Here's an index for those of you following me for short stories. I'm giving simple descriptions since titles alone wouldn't help most of these
They're not in any particular order.
Updated: October 18th, 2023. Not all my comics are on this yet.
//free icons//
Stabby, ufo, and haso planet
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Aliens are Not a Deer - uncanny valley story
Horrible Earth Creature - Aliens travel a long distance with a friend
You, Humanity - your species, your rules
Planet Crossing - 1904 Olympics was just so fun the first time. Prompt answer
Plastic Lizards - Humans share a traditional holiday
Why Aliens Hate Smiles - fake analysis on the human smile
Mushrooms - quite literally the title. An alien learns about mushrooms in general
Space Lottery - humans travel through space then reflect on their collective guilt as a whole
Funky Post About Water Bears - Alien rescuers investigate a crash site for the survivors
I Read Plane as Planet - Humans eat something they shouldn't
Service Dogs - Alien meets a service dog. Prompt answer
And They'll React... - Aliens and Autism. Prompt answer
True Center of the Universe - Egotistical alien feels no existential crisis. I'm not op
Humans and Spiders - Sometimes aliens look similar to Earth creatures. What bad luck
Gen Z - Aliens learn of how generations think they're superior to other generations.
Surveys - Human emotions aren't permanent
Cold - Alien meets one of Those Guys who never feel cold. Prompt answer
Red - Color looks different to different species. Sometimes the difference is more extreme
Dietary Lack of Restrictions - humans can eat nearly anything
Rain - Human inconveniences that they are used to is considered hazardous to others.
//Comics//
Notes on a Weird Travel Companion (remastered) - Originally titled "A Few Ways Humans are Weird"
The Human Smile (remastered) - Fake analysis to inform aliens
The Human Smile (original) - like above, but worse
Getting along - my ocs argue
Scary Movies - younger humans watch a movie. Prompt answer
Old Joke - my ocs play a prank
In My Nature - my ocs face a dilemma they both fail
Language - while I experiment with my comic style, my ocs argue
Addressing the Humans - fan comic for a cute post. I'm not op
Meaning of Everything - my alien oc read a human book about space
I'm not Touching You - fan comic for a cute post. Also my first comic of my ocs
A Few Ways Humans are Weird - incomplete comic I gave up on. Remastered version at top
Retired Roomba - two panel fan comic of the beloved mascot
Crewmate Dynamics - doodles of how my crew feels towards one another
Sibling Rivalry - two panels showing a brother and sister getting older + extra art of my oc
Sleepy Evek - My oc falls asleep at the wheel after parking the ship, and other oc finds them there
Drunk Constance - my oc drinks, then probably should go to bed
Art Collection - Experimental art of my ocs being themselves
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Posting one Murder Drones meme a day until Episode 5 drops, Day Eight.
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spinstadium · 1 month
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Ed, Edd n Eddy "Merry Christmas!" holiday Flash eCard from the Cartoon Network India website, circa 2004.
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chipped-chimera · 3 months
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Australian Marsupials - Tiger Quoll / Spotted Tail Quoll Dasyurus maculatus
Status: Near Threatened Range: Eastern Australia and Tasmania Diet: Carnivorous
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frostbytemyrik · 6 months
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Land back is literally Nazi 'blood and soil' ideology. The idea that a certain people have a unique connection to the land of a certain region and are the only rightful rulers of it. Every group of 'indigenous' people killed or forced some other group of people off of that land they're on before they took over it. Everyone is a colonizer if you go back far enough. It's totally incoherent.
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Posting this publicly so other people can see this too to confirm I'm not just going completely mad. Are y'all seeing this? Did someone really just roll up to my inbox and claim the Land Back movement is comparable to Nazi ideology? Am I making up this clownery?
Anyway, cite your sources. EVERY group is a bold claim. And even then, that doesn't excuse the atrocities committed unto them by the European colonizers, nor the devastation that said colonizers continue to bring upon the planet and Her people.
From an ecological standpoint, stewardship is crucial to many environments. Native humans have tended to the land, and when colonizers "settled" it, they disregarded any care that it may need and, through a mix of killing Natives off and forbidding them from lands they were on first, keept and still keep them from tending it and never bothered learning to tend it themselves. It's the major reason why the Australian wildfires were so devastating.
But we aren't looking at this from a purely ecological standpoint, are we? We're looking at it from a humanitarian perspective, too. When we show up where other people already are and violently remove them from where they've lived for countless generations, make them houseless, starve them, defile their sacred spaces, mass murder their main sources of food and fabric, forcibly convert them to our religions, separate them from their families, and punish them for speaking their own languages... is it right? Does the fact that some of these nations have warred with others in the past make this okay? Does that make this treatment justified? (I'd think this is a rhetorical question, but considering this anon showed up I feel the need to specify: the answer is OBVIOUSLY NOT.)
This is just the list that I, a white man in the US, came up with on the spot, and this is only about a few of the abuses committed by the US alone. There's a lot more to be added here. No people deserve such mistreatment and no people ever will.
The continued persecution of Native peoples around the world will not end until the rights to stewardship of lands they had stolen from them are acknowledged.
LAND BACK NOW
Edit: Whenever I come back to edit this, Tumblr deletes all my sources in that big block of atrocities, so I'm just posting them all here below. TW for racism, genocide, and...just about everything else.
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