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#that thats beautiful of her
eggsploded · 3 months
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i never posted this lol
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super-nova5045 · 3 days
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sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)
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atelier-melvalda · 4 months
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The girl that loves night orchids
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t8oo · 3 months
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ballisterboldheart · 10 months
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"ballister isnt nimona's father figure he's her friend" you small minded fools. dont you want a world where your father could be your best friend. god i wish dads were real.
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dazzelmethat · 3 months
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Here are three Inuyashas that I drew mainly for lineart and posing practice. I colored them in the early manga's pink pallet. I think a pink Inu makes him look somewhat ghostly.
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hellenhighwater · 1 year
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I'm joining an ongoing D&D campaign that the DM described as "very piratey, like if One Piece was D&D," and he's said he's pretty much been letting people do whatever with character design so long as it's not too OP.
I think I want my character to be an Awakened ship's figurehead (the awakening cast by a passing, possibly drunk, wizard). She was the HMS Adamant, a naval battleship, and was very happy in that position until the Adamant was rammed broadside by a pirate vessel (name unknown but maybe it could be plot relevant?) and when the Adamant went down, the figurehead broke loose and drifted for a while.
She goes by Adda, these days.
I think she's going to be carved in the figure of an aarakocra, mostly because I've played them a bit and I have a spare mini. She'll use aarakocra stats but maybe have some different damage immunities/vulnerabilities due to being made of wood.
Now I just need to decide what class she should be....
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kurz-qw · 8 months
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another car ride doodle have a moon
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ollylotl · 6 days
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hey guys youre not gonna believe this but... women.
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musubiki · 5 months
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recently thinking of changing the aesthetic of madam springs
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rileyclaw · 2 years
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Oh if your okay with requests and all...Lilith with her palisman perhaps
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I think about how Lilith got to keep her palisman despite being in the Emporer's Coven a lot- what compelled Belos to let her keep it when he snacked on every other palisman from EC members?? does he have some opinion of the Clawthorne Clan hmm??? perhaps related to a certain brother's love intere-- gets suplexed
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bebagerie · 1 year
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shes a great dog
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OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever
#jrwi fanart#cw blood#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#arthur bennett#OUHH THIS ONE WAS SITTING IN MY WIPS FOR SO LOOOONGwhen i took it out there was mould on it :sob:#BUT i think i was able to fix it up okay#i keep seeing SO MANY MISTAKES RRAAAHHH BUT YOU DONT SEE THEM RIGHT?? THATS ONLY ME. RIGHT?? EXACTLY.#THE KEY IS TO SAY. AND REPEAT AFTER ME. 'FUUUCK IT WE BALL#so anyway. arthur bennett huh? grizzly says that arthur is reaal fuckin difficult to play. and i SUPER get that. i mean LOOK AT HIM..#grizz often needs a minute to think abt what hes gonna say in a way that matches w that Stoic Personality. which is FAIR but also that#ends up making way for awkward confrontations like: the lady in the parky lot. he took too long to answer and scared her away.& I LOVE THAT#arthur is tragic and sad and cool and stoic but hes ALSO awkward and silly and kinda dumb and short sighted. HE HAS COMPLEXITIES#I LOVE WHEN TTRPG CHARACTERS HAVE A GOOD SET OF SHORTCOMINGS. ESPECIALLY WHEN U FIND THEM ONLY AS U PLAY THEM.#I COULd go on and on saying the same things w different words abt arthurs intriguing and entertaining character but i shall spare u. for no#ILL ALSO MENTION HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS FLAVOR THO.. I LOVE TALL HOT BOY WHOS ONE W THE DARKNESS.. I REMEMBER WHEN HE FIRST MENTIONED THE#BADLUCK. N I WAS LIKE OOOHH THATS WHY HIS DESIGN IS SO COOL N CHAOTIC N ASYMMETRICAL. HES UNLUCKY!!! i love love love his design so much...#GRaaauruguguraguhhghghgh what else what else is there for me to spew on abt...i think im reachin a limit here..OH MAGNUS. i hope that#we get to know more abt how magnus and arthur met.. like How they became besties... ouuhh... I ALSO WANNA KNOW MORE ABT MARY DAVIS. LIKEHOW#he also apparently spent alotta time in a zone dominated by edward twilight? all he remembers is constant partying? I WANNA KNOW MORE..#i think i got room 4 one more ramble SO. THE ART PIECE.as i said its gone a lil stale BUT. im still very proud o the bits where hes allScar#I WANNA SEE HIM GET SCARYMORE. I like the idea of shadows solidifying to make him strange and eerie.like TEETH n CLAWS n SPINES n YESS#also the SILVER EYES.no1 does silver eyes like the show Claymore. they make em look so striking and eerie...i also like to think that#human arthur had deep beautiful brown eyes.just in my beaitufl heart.i mean look at him..i wanna cook him n eat him.ANYWAY#i think thats all my ramblin for this piece. now i gotta go cancel a single day i had ata hotel bc my work schedule change last minute FUCK#feel free to ramble in my tags aswell tho i read all of them and i chew on thenm and i love them so sos os mcuh
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ghouljams · 6 months
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There's something I'm wondering about. Does Fae AU Price love the Witch? Or is she just interested in him? If so, when did he start liking her? Why did he start to like the witch?
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Does Price- YES OH MY GOD YES the man is head over heels for Witch. I think at the start Price was just curious, trying to get a hook in her, but he realized quickly it was more than that. I think when he gave her his name that was his first "I love you" to Witch.
Here's their meet cute:
You raise your hagstone to your eye and look around the shop. It's always interesting to find human owned businesses with a lot of fae hanging around. All sorts of fae too! You drop the stone back to rest against your chest, feeling the flow of magic as you look at the various plants and flowers. There are a few small stacks of notebooks and various other novelties among the bouquets and pots. You run your hand over a heavy leather sketchbook that feels hand made. You wonder if the owner sources from the locals.
The bell over the front door chimes and the atmosphere shifts. Magic shifts and tips, swirls and shudders, and drops to creep along the floorboards. You tilt your head, keeping your eyes on the cockscomb flowers in front of you. It feels old, heavy, not bound but binding. The way the fae around you glance quickly back and scoot closer into the flowers along the wall, is promising. You have nothing to worry about, but you do feel a little bad for the weaker fae that do their best to slide away unnoticed.
Whoever is causing a commotion certainly isn't going to stop you from getting what you came for. You pluck a few stems of the red brainy flower and add it to your collection, moving on to the last bucket on your list. All of your flowers safely in hand you turn to the open air of the store.
Your eyes fix on him immediately. Even without the sight you could pick him out of a crowd as fae. His hands press against the checkout counter, shoulders hunched as he speaks low to the taller man behind the wood barrier, the cigar between his fingers smokes in the wrong direction. The thick smoke pools over the counter, and drips down the sides like water.
It feels like a dream the way the man's head turns towards you, his eyes piercing, sticking you to your spot. You blink, watching him exhale, watching smoke slide from his mouth despite never raising his cigar to his lips. He's handsome, you think. The beard, the broad set of his shoulders, the wrap of his shirt around his biceps, even the darkness of dirt that creeps against the edges of his nails, all lend themselves to a picture that fizzes in your stomach pleasantly.
You push it from your mind. He's fae, one that feels dangerous, and fae only want one thing from Witches. Your family hasn't lost one of its own to the fae in generations and you aren't about to break that record.
You walk to the counter, and queue behind the man with a smile. He turns with you, leaning against the wood to watch you. He brings his cigar to his lips, looking you over. The larger fae narrows his eyes, his head tipping to menace you.
"Are you conducting business or chatting?" You ask, keeping your voice friendly as much as you want to be rude. You rather hate this part of the fae.
"Business," The smoke man says.
"Pull all the little strings you like," the taller man growls, "it's not my business." The smoke man waves him off.
"What about you little Witch? Business or pleasure?" His smoke curls around you curiously. You wave it off.
"I'm here to gather some ingredients, do I check out with you?" you look at the man behind the counter, or try to. Your eyes slide off of him. You recognize Mal's magic when you see it, but that doesn't make it any easier on your eyes.
The larger fae seems to light up, "No, she is in the back. I'll get her." He turns his back to you, and wanders into the back room.
You move to set your bundle of flowers onto the counter, the smoke man hardly moves out of your way. He actually seems to lean closer, just barely touching you as you do your best to not come off like you're ignoring him. After all there's no need to be rude.
Price breathes deeply, feeling the after effects of magic spark on his tongue. Citrus and vetiver, it reminds him of honey without the sticky sweetness. Wildflowers in liquid gold covering a seemingly bottomless pit of magic. It makes his mouth water. He tips his head to watch the way your lashes sweep against your cheek, the way you lips part as you sigh, resting your burden on the counter. What a pretty little meal you'd make. You’re absolutely captivating. A thousand years and he'd never see anything else as gorgeous as the magic that arcs off of you. (as beautiful as the color in your eyes)
You glance up at him. He's never met a witch whose gaze didn't cut him. You're blind, he realizes, not a speck of supernatural sight in you. So it wasn't the sight that made you interested in magic. He smiles down at you. He hasn't met an ancestral witch in ages.
"Is there something you wanted to say?" You ask, your voice as calm as a he's ever heard one.
"Could be," Price feels his register slip lower, the edges purring. Your blink slows, eyelids heavy for a brief moment before something sparks and you flinch. It's a small movement but so very telling. You're warded. Good girl.
You hum, and look back to the door behind the counter. Price hardly bothers, the muffled sounds of speech could take a while yet. Cheeky little thing not to follow the conversation. Smart though. Better to say less around him, wouldn't want to get any hooks from a nasty fae, would you?
"Where'd you come from sweetheart?" (How did I never notice you?) Price asks, hoping to drag your attention back to him. You tip your head, your fingers toying with the pendent on your necklace
"Nowhere spectacular," you smile up at him, "but certainly nowhere you were looking."
"Oh I doubt that." Price hums. You raise your pendant to your face and he belatedly realizes it's a hagstone. He moves instinctively, fingers wrapping around the stone to prevent you from looking through it. A growl rips itself from his throat, "Rude."
Your eyes widen ever so slightly. You don't fight his grip, fingers lax under his. Your hands are so soft, his thumb rubs over your finger without thinking. An intimacy he isnt allowed. Something sparks, electricity zapping his grip. Price pulls back with a hiss. You flick your fingers and drop a piece of amber into his hand. It's warm, he flips it between his fingers and gives it a look. It's warm, a small flame dancing in the gold.
"You're apologizin'," Price let's the stone drop back into his palm.
"I'm giving you something for the trouble," your voice is so sweet, gentle and pulling, "so you don't have to deal with me again."
Have to, no, but he wants to. His tether didn't even have a chance to hook you before you'd paid it off. Pretty little witch. His pretty little witch. You have to be. He can't let anyone but him have you, or your magic. No, if anyone is going to eat you, it'll be him.
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pcktknife · 2 months
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also elves should have unicorn tails okay goodnight
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plumbogs · 2 months
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the secret to not having sims 2 problems is to play only games from the early 2000s so when it crashes you just think that's normal and okay <3 yay
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