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ihopesocomic · 3 days
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So, I don't believe I've ever posted these guys here and well, I wanted to post the second dude and figured I may as well include the other.
My first guy is actually a Merry x Careful boy I made a while back. His name is Carefree but he also goes by S'mores (yes, he joins a pride with dessert-themed names because I don't think plants and minerals are whacky enough: deal with it) and yeah, he's just Merry 2.0 in terms of personality because this is an ongoing theme with the characters we kill. I just have to reincarnate them in some way or another. lol
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Secondly, we actually have Clever's littermate: Clumsy aka Haydevil. Whereas his father, Wild, is a bit prissy and proud of his appearance, Clumsy is the exact opposite. His mane is super floofy and out of control and he just loves it. It matches his personality, man. It cannot be contained!
Obviously, Clever does her best to make her brother look more presentable so he doesn't get chewed out by Mum and Dad but it never works out. One such incident actually results in him smelling of rotten eggs for a week (because raw eggs is a natural remedy for messy hair - look it up) and that's when Clever decides to finally throw in the towel.
Naturally, he eventually leaves the Grove and adopts the Traveller name of Haydevil. Thus, he's just your average drifter: unkept but good at singing and telling stories. - RJ
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wiirocku · 3 months
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1 Peter 4:7-8 (NKJV) - But the end of all things is at hand; therefore be serious and watchful in your prayers. And above all things have fervent love for one another, for “love will cover a multitude of sins.”
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sheafrotherdon · 2 years
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Nicky stares at the ceiling, at the shadows that shift with every breath of wind through the open bedroom window. Their bedsheet is tangled around his thighs, and another is wrinkled at his back. For all that he’s still now, he’s been restless through the night, his brain sorting through inconsequential memories loudly enough to keep him awake. Joe is a pleasant, warm weight beside him, his face smashed into the pillow, his arm thrown across Nicky’s chest. Nicky stares at the ceiling and sighs softly, closing his eyes and wishing for sleep to come.
Joe stirs and Nicky turns his head to find him blinking back, a concerned frown on his face.
“It’s okay,” Nicky murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”
Joe grumbles softly and shifts a little closer.  “You go to sleep,” he says.
Nicky feels his lips twitch. “I must stay awake to protect you from the dark creatures beneath the bed,” he whispers.
“Rubbish,” says Joe. “Smash ‘em. Smash ‘em with my hands.”  He spreads his fingers wide against Nicky’s skin, and Nicky shivers. “Are y’cold?” Joe asks raising his head, perhaps to look for the blankets.
“Joe,” Nicky offers. “I’m fine.  You’re tired.”
Joe wrinkles his nose to show his opinion of that.  “You too.” He slides a hand down Nicky’s body, thumb catching in Nicky’s belly button as he brushes a kiss to Nicky’s temple.
The lick of warmth inside Nicky’s body is something he could stoke if he wanted. But instead he lifts his head to chase the kiss, catching a press of lips that makes Joe hum, pleased, and then he covers Joe’s hand with his own. “Sleep,” he insists, and Joe settles beside him, presses his nose to the curve of Nicky’s upper arm.  Nicky watches him as he blinks once, twice, before his eyes stay closed.  “Ya hayati,” he whispers like a blessing, chasing the words into the curls atop Joe’s head.
He looks at the ceiling.
When he opens his eyes, it’s dawn.
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fantasy-scifi-art · 1 year
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Devote yourselves to prayer with an alert mind and a thankful heart.
Colossians 4:2 NLT
https://bible.com/bible/116/col.4.2.NLT
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fattybattysblog · 1 year
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May Flowers Day 3: Violets
Theme: Watchful
Fandom: Original Universe
Rating: G
Characters: Cyrus, Saphira, and Samhain
Rain pattered on the tarp of the tent overhead. The flap was zipped tight but the small faux window showed the moon bathed darkness and the silver rain streaking to the ground. Cyrus rested an arm on one knee, staring out of the window and fighting the urge to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to focus on but the dark or the rain, both factors threatening to make him drift off. He shook his head and sighed softly, dragging a hand down his face.
Cyrus turned away from the window and looked down at the pair of bodies beside him. They were wrapped up in each other. An unzipped sleeping bag was draped over them since the three bodies kept the tent well warm. One body was tiny, blue as midnight, and clinging. The other was larger with a mess of dark hair and a metal arm laying over the small one. Cyrus grinned, petting their heads softly as they slept.
“It’s going to be a long night… but at least we’re all safe.” Cyrus whispered. There was no stirring, the pair were softly dreaming and sound asleep. Cyrus wanted to join them. He’d love to wrap them both up together and finally get some rest as well, but he agreed to keep watch. And someone had to. Who knows if/when they’ll be found. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he allowed either of them to get hurt. 
They had already been hurt. They didn’t deserve it nor did they deserve any more pain. Cyrus knew they were both used to running. They’ve all had to escape situations before. He just thought they had found a place where they were stable. Where they all had a warm home and a dry bed. 
He didn’t want to blame her… but they had lived there for decades before Saphira showed up. That’s all he dared to think about that topic. Just an observation, nothing more. They would do anything to protect a friend from their dangerous past.
Cyrus turned his gaze back outside, the silver rain filling his attention again. The patter was soft and constant, making the leaves dance on the bushes and trees outside. He had nothing more to do but think and he didn’t like the direction his thoughts decided to go. He rested his chin on his palm and sighed. He’ll just watch the rain for the night.
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Clearsight’s father, whom was never given a name in canon, so I decided to call him Watchful. I thought it was fitting for him, since he was so worried and fretful over Clearsight.
Fullbody Base by Joy Ang
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corpish · 1 month
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in recognition of World Down Syndrome Day on March 21
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cassassinated · 1 year
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I miss the days when, no matter how slow your internet was, if you paused any video and let it buffer long enough, you could watch it uninterrupted
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ladychlo · 3 months
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Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...
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bumblebeebats · 4 months
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OP turned off reblogs so this is my post now. Behold, the "Objective quality vs. degree of ferality" scale
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Here are a few of my own personal datapoints:
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wiirocku · 5 months
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Colossians 4:2 (NIV) - Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.
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qrowpilled · 8 months
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hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month
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fantasy-scifi-art · 1 year
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hycinthrt · 2 months
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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”
the flour massacre
these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood
evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing
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mcworm · 6 months
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JUST SAW A FED-EX DRIVER JUMP OUR OF HIS TRUCK AT A REDLIGHT AND RUN UP TO A SECOND FED-EX TRUCK (THREE CARS AHEAD) AND THE GUY LEANED OUT AND THEY JUST KISSED ON THE LIPS? HELLO?
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