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nathanielthecurious · 5 months
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hey ancient languages fans remember last year when we all voted on the thesaurus linguae latinae word of the year and my post about it got more notes than the actual poll got votes and the winner was rescellula ‘little little thing, esp. shabby article of clothing’?
they’re doing it again for 2023 and y’all should vote.
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wally-franks · 1 year
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Here's ink/corrupted wally for my AU!!
:D alt design, more information and old arts under the cut!
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I was thinking abt just leaving him naked but nah, let the man wear SOMETHING. Sammy probably tried to stitch something together for him :") (Also yes, that knife on his back is his knife. Someone probably tried to kill him off. not too successful as it seems.)
Ink wally is HUGE!! maybe even as tall as Ink Norman/the protectionist.
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In my AU, ink wally loses his body later (AGAIN) but it's fine, he's still. Somehow.. "Alive". There's a heart attached to the back of the recorder. So aslong as that stays undamaged, he should be safe. After Sammy finds him again he just decides to carry him around like some bag pack 😭😭
Ink wally communicates by cutting recordings together. I actually made a little test video about that here! :D (Wally probably likes annoying Sammy with his own tapes by just replaying them all the time HAHA)
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Moving on to real old art..
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The old design is so small and cutesey.. But well, I love seeing my improvement :] I'm happy with how the new one turned out.
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katieaki · 1 year
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Make the Solitude of Silence Bright
October 2022 digital
The Listening Lady - She Hears Your Prayers - She Loves Us All
instagram | twitter
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stealingpotatoes · 1 year
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holding the entire uncharted cast. i love these lil treasure guys
(kofi requests are open!)
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cinnamonbloom · 1 month
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ahaha
not the one I promised but one I finally got to finish ^^"
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It's that one scene from TLL Chapter 15 by @turtleinsoup
Still the best line
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the only transparent pngs of the Lost Legacy imessage emoji set i could grab. someone with iphone please download it and dump all the images for me you can do screenshots and send me a google drive link or something and i'll transparentify them. idk i just need these all saved for posterity before the heat death of the universe
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msmsillyarts · 8 months
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Evergreen Marsh. <3
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Wadee is the best one on Evergreen Marsh fight me
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janfraiser · 6 months
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was it over then? and is it over now?
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drabbleitout · 3 months
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Last Lines Tag Game
Tagged by @sleepy-night-child in this cute post, thank you! I was tagged to post the most recent lines I wrote for my wip!
Taking it back to an Old WIP that actually got me to write this weekend!
Niles glanced out the window into the courtyard, noticing someone jogging from the stables, raincape a flutter as they hurried through the downpour. Their head tipped up, holding the lining of their hood, and it was Makita waving up at him. “Scheiße,” Niles muttered before picking up his pace. He’d only just passed the foyer when he heard the side door open and clatter, wet boots rushing in. Hurried and heavy steps echoed up the stairs. A pause and a squeak of soles before, “Ulrich!” There wasn’t really a need to stop and wait for Makita as his height made it easy for him to catch up. His sprint brought the smell of pine and rain with him. “You’re back early,” could have been a welcome, as much energy as Niles could spare. “I hurried back because I knew you’d miss me,” Makita laughed, a little out of breath, walking beside him with his cape pushed back as to not get Niles’ coat wet.
Tagging: @kaiusvnoir, @writeouswriter, @ahordeofwasps, @zmwrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @ashen-crest, & anyone else who would like to join. As always, please don't feel pressured or rushed!
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dcangel · 5 months
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little blurb from my thomas x reader fic on wattpad🤭
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"What else do you like." The girl reiterated.
“Things you’d think are weird.”
She lightly rolled her eyes, shaking her head in playful disapproval. “Like what?”
He felt that weird feeling again, like he was nervous. Thomas didn’t quite know what to say, it was as if he was drawing a blank; forgetting everything he knew about himself. “I don’t know, just weird things.”
Y/N sighed and flicked his wrist, which inadvertently made him stop fiddling to pull his hand away, grumbling something about how it hurt. She tugged herself up off his shoulder and mirrored the way he was sitting; sitting on the bed with her back against the wall. “Does that mean I’m weird?”
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Keep in mind yall that they’re literally 8 and still in the wckd facility and don’t know they like each other yet (they don’t even really know it themselves either)
fic: The Last Look | Thomas x Reader (just type in “The Last Look” it’ll probably be the first)
author: hpdanica (me)
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wake up, new classical latin words just dropped
you can vote for your favorite not-in-any-dictionaries-before-2022 word in the thesaurus linguae latinae's ancient latin word of the year contest! the options are
nerdis, some kind of unknown quadruped
nestigan thigius, a legal formula about the punishment of debtors, borrowed from an ancient germanic language
repropino 'make a toast again' (from latin re- + greek προπίνω)
repugnaculum 'force of resistance' (from repugnare 'fight back')
rescellula 'small thinglet', a double-diminutive of res used specifically for shabby clothing
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wally-franks · 1 year
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Johnny's broken heart. ♡ Ink (not really ink) version of Johnny for my AU! 💫💛
I heavily associate him with chapter 4 so that's what I based this design of.
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katieaki · 4 months
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No Rainbows Without Rain 🌈🌦️💧
December 16th is the feast day of The Listening Lady— the biggest holiday for the little blue bitches of the Wasteland. Something weird about becoming a god is that people stop giving you things on your birthday and start giving things to one another?? Ok. (She doesn't mind. She's selfless like that.)
If you know me, you know I'm always squirreling away little evocative/beautiful/inspirational/weird phrases in my notes for use at a later date. The large quote in the green frame is one of them that I've been saving for years. I believe it was from a facebook post of some unknown mom-type, probably on a video of a stray dog. I'm very happy to finally have found its home.
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stealingpotatoes · 1 year
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more uncharted textposts lol! these are so fun
(kofi requests are open!)
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zuzanzblog · 11 months
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The air in the sauna made Nadine gasp. It felt wrong. It felt like she wasn't really breathing.
Chloe, unfazed, shut the wooden door with its tiny window and sat down on the slatted wooden seats, and Nadine tried to settle in across from her. She watched Chloe pushing her wet black hair behind one shoulder, hotel towel barely covering her breasts. Was there even enough oxygen in this hot elevator-sized crypt for both of them?
"China? Y'alright?"
Nadine bit her lip and shook her head, closing her eyes.
The panic rising in her stomach was irrational. She knew that. War memories rising unbidden, or maybe she just had a new phobia after the past couple of adventures with this battleaxe or the Drake idiots. Maybe it was of the combination of fire and water and being trapped.
Still, the dark, cramped wooden cube was supposed to be relaxing. Chloe was clearly enjoying it. She almost looked to be dozing off, a safe practice in the devil's hotbox for sure.
Nadine gripped her knees. She was starting to shake. Not from cold, obviously. It felt...more involuntary. Like muscle twitches. Her heart was pounding.
Someone could lock us in here. Cook us like lobsters. I don't have my gun with me. Frazer doesn't even have her stupid phone.
"Wait," Nadine burst out.
Chloe looked up at her, about to ladle water onto the heated rocks.
"You really think it's not hot enough in here?" the ex-mercenary said.
"You're the one that's shaking, mate."
Because this is what my version of hell feels like.
"How long's it been?" Chloe was smirking at her now. "Don't tell me you've never been in one before."
"Ja, I haven't missed much."
"Sauna virgin."
"I'm going to kill you in your sleep," Nadine's face was on fire.
"Even Sam's been in a sauna before."
"Did they have to demolish it afterward to get rid of the smell?"
Nadine could just go, walk out, leave the Aussie idiot to turn into biltong in here if she wanted. Chloe's goading shouldn't have an effect on her when she'd put up with so much in her life. Instead, the shaking was getting worse, and she knew she wasn't hiding it by re-wrapping the towel around her upper half. Nadine wasn't even the type to be self-conscious about nudity, but Chloe was obviously staring.
This was the Finns' fault. This was geometry and fluid dynamics's fault. This was Chloe's stupid rewards points getting them a cut-price deal on this campy spa instead of a reasonable business hotel's fault. Nadine should be upstairs in her pajamas watching the Premier League and pretending not to Facebook stalk Lesedi on her phone. Apparently relaxation was not supposed to be fun.
"All right, ready for the ice dip?" Chloe said into the boiling silence.
"What?"
Nadine was so overjoyed at seeing the door open again, a strip of light cutting the penance benches, that she wasn't prepared when Chloe grabbed an armful of ice from the trough (Nadine had assumed it was for champagne bottles that would be brought later) beside the evil room and threw it over herself.
"Bracing!"
This couldn't be how it was done. This had to be a prank. The line between luxury spa treatment and interrogation-room torture method seemed very thin at the moment to Nadine.
"You won't even feel cold after the first minute, china. Try it."
"I'm going to be honest," Nadine said as the treasure hunter continued rubbing ice on her sweat-beaded body. "I think I'd rather die."
And yet. Nadine did not know what possessed her to reach over and grasp a handful of the ice--it seemed to steam and stick to her wet fingers--and then brush it over her shoulder and chest, where her heart was still quaking.
The shudder that went through her was, yes, bracing. Nadine wouldn't call it nice. Or even tolerable. But it made her take a full, deep breath for the first time in what felt like forever.
Climbing to absurd heights and balancing across precipices. Catching runaway trains. She needed to stop letting Chloe rope her into this death wish crap.
Chloe was rubbing the ice on her face now, in large circles, like it was some sort of influencer anti-aging trick. "You weren't happy in there. You should have said something."
Nadine sputtered, "And--and listen to your--"
"My what?"
"Your bullshit," Nadine gritted her teeth. "All of your bullshit, Frazer, always."
"You listen to it anyway. God, it was hard watching you?" She turned to Nadine. "What sort of place is this for bottling all that up?"
Nadine couldn't say anything to that. Couldn't even hold Chloe's television-static eyes.
Because it used to work. For almost her whole family it had worked. And other skills, softer skills, non-close-quarters-combat skills that she was sure she had down were atrophied now.
"I thought everyone hated being in there," Nadine stammered. "I didn't think--people actually liked that."
Chloe didn't have to burst out laughing.
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