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stil-lindigo · 2 months
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ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 - On the 6th and 9th of March, I'll be doing art requests on stream with other notable artists to raise money for Operation Olive Branch and the PCRF.
I'm incredibly lucky to be counting quite a few big names in the roster, including known Jesus and Odysseus enthusiast @wolfythewitch, the extraordinary fanartist @denimcatfish, and the incredibly talented @troubledminnesotan, as well as Lilypichu from OfflineTV.
You'll be able to watch the streams on the day of the event either on my twitch channel here, or via the links provided by the artists below.
Lilypichu
Cuptoast
Akairosu_
Sevvanto
Wolfythewitch
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nintendonut1 · 2 months
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Happy Mario Day!
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ohlexa · 1 year
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You are my cinema, I could watch you forever
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you are all such lovely nice friends and we love each and every one of you dearly 💙💙
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ghouljams · 7 months
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One day Crybaby leaves Soap a crochet ducky instead of a twig and wax figure. No explanation, just a duck like that dangling over the slightly open window.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CaYTFLdjG3H/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
Cuuuute, but now I'm thinking about those webkins googles from the early 2000s. Flat duck. I always thought they were so cute and doofy lookin'.
Here's Soap not being allowed in the house(he's gotta get some tips from Price on that)
You hold a little orange webbed foot between your lips as you sit next to the window and sew. The foot's twin is carefully attached to the lumpy body of, well, you suppose it could be called a duck. It has a bill, and little nubby wings, and it's sort of shaped like a duck. You're not great at sewing. But your therapist suggested looking into hobbies with fewer noxious fumes, so here you were.
Soap leans against the open window, arms crossed to cushion himself on the windowsill. He watches you sew with keen interest, his head settled on his folded arms. You're always flattered by his attention, the way his electric eyes seem to shine just for you, he's terribly charming. He's not so scary in the light of day, not when he's so docile like this. Still, you're happy to be safely tucked inside.
You throw another ladder stitch and pull it tight, watching the thread disappear into the seam as the little foot attaches itself to the body. You give it a gentle tug to make sure it's properly attached and tie off your stitch. You snip your thread and loop the remaining bit around your finger to knot it again. At least you've got the hang of that.
"What's chasing you, hen?" Soap mumbles, his eyes heavy from the sun. You shrug, take the second flipper from your mouth and try to position it on your duck.
"Dunno," You hold up the flipper to find the best hiding spot for the tail of your thread and push your needle through to start the seam, "I've never seen it properly, just felt it."
Soap hums, lets his eyes drift closed. You can't say you don't feel the same, the warmth of the sun through the window is enough to make you drowsy. Maybe you should've made a cat instead, he sort of reminds you of one when he's like this. Then again there are a lot of things Soap reminds you of.
"You sure you can't see?" He asks. You're pretty sure. If you could see all the monsters that walk around the city you wouldn't have thought you were crazy so long. "What's it feel like?"
You pause your stitching to think. "Like walking through a spiderweb," You tell him, going back to your work. He hums again.
"Sounds nasty."
You giggle, something about him always makes you a little giddy. You think it's how easy it is to be around him now that you have an idea of how he works. You trade gifts for... well you suppose nothing. His appreciation, maybe. You don't know what he gets out of it besides the offering, or what he does with the things you give him.
You tug your thread tight to check the seam. It's a cute duck, even if it's kind of shitty. You flap the little flipper feet with your fingers and tie off your thread. You set the floppy thing on the table to snap a photo of it. It's funny how quickly you can switch from giving it away to wanting to keep it now that it's done. When you glance at Soap his eyes are open, watching you over his arms.
"Give it here," He holds a hand out. It's not so much a command as it is a gentle ask. You suppose you did say you'd give it to him when it was done. You hand him the duck with a heavy heart.
Soap stands, turns the plush over in his hands with a smile. His teeth catch his lip, eyes fond in a way that makes your heart heavy with something new. He holds the duck out to you after a few turns, the soft white fabric of it glowing with sunshine. You hold your hands out the window, suspicious, and he sets the plush in your grip.
It's warm. You pull it back inside, not sure what he's doing, or what he's done.
"What's that look?" He laughs.
"You're giving it back." You don't really know how to explain the weirdness of him rejecting your gift. It feels strange, alien in a way you haven't felt before.
"No, I'm lending it to you," He leans against the windowsill again, "It's not much, but it should help you sleep." You blink at him, at the duck. The warmth of it feels like it's spreading through you, drowsy just like laying in the sun. It feels like the long summer days of childhood, like being tucked safely into bed with the sun just falling behind the horizon.
"Thank you," You tell him, flapping the duck's little nubby winds for yourself. You can feel his smile grow, the shine of it, the burn of his heat.
"It's my pleasure."
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whatapunderfullife · 2 months
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us, for years, headcannoning Riz as a paladin of Cassandra only for Fig to come up with it in a pure adhd way (and absolutly crush it getting her cleric a 6th level spellslot) will never not be hilarious
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sylladextrous · 5 months
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I love my girlfriends 💖💖💖
@as-you-think @perfect-puppy
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pocketramblr · 1 month
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It's all my fault
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girl-named-matty · 5 months
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What a lovely view 👀
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ando666detonao · 1 year
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Could you please do Esther Winchester??? /Nf!!
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what if a cow was a girl wouldn't that be crazy
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helsensm · 20 days
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i have to ask... is the blonde in your pinned post lady oscar from rose of versailles or am i going crazy. i LOVE rose of versailles and i love seeing other fans, but if not, that person still looks cool af!!!
Yes, it is lady Oscar! 🌹 You can find the full version of this art in this post~ It was a gift for my dear friend.
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I am myself not (yet??) a fan, so it's my one and only RoV fanart (apart from a few sketches Niceto keeps somewhere at her house I suppose ahaghH), so I strongly encourage you to check out my friend's art if you haven't already. 👀
✨ @nicetoart paints STUNNING WATERCOLORS and a lot of them are Rose of Versailles fanart!
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aiscapades · 1 month
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while casually off-roading in the mountains, i saw familiar flowers growing along the path. this is a bloodroot, named for the bright red sap that secretes from its roots when damaged.
the reason i noticed it while passing by was because this is coincidentally the flower i chose for my unnamed mc!!! before today, i'd never seen one in person.
fun facts & mc lore below :)
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historically, the red sap was used as dye/paint, and the plant was also used medicinally. however, it's important to know the "blood" can be dangerous on skin; it can actually burn and erode flesh, causing dark scarring.
to bring it back to my mc, that's the lore behind her mottled hands & arms. bloodroot flowers were made into a "healing" salve and applied to her cursed hands in hopes to cure her ailment, only to leave her with further blemished skin & a more frightening touch.
of course, i didn't dig up the root! i only picked the flower & surrounding leaves. but the stem still "bled" a bit on the napkin, leaving some tiny, dark orange splotches. it also smelled very strongly of that medicine smell associated with chicory and sassafras (what rootbeer was once made from).
it's a very interesting plant with a very cool history and i recommend reading more about it! :)
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example of bleeding roots. pic from naturespoisons dot com, "bloodroot: the harbinger of spring that will melt your face off"
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sapphicisland · 1 month
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Genuine question for gl fans. Why is it that when some of you find a gl series you like your first thought is to insult other gls. Its always "this is the first gl I've watched with decent production" or "this is the only gl I've watched with decent acting" and never "Wow this show is really good and the acting is phenomenal I can't wait to see where the story line goes".
I'm not saying that the gls we've had haven't had varying levels of quality because they have and critiquing that is valid. However, some of you don't know how appreciate something good without being a hater and it shows. Which is extremely disheartening because gl is a growing genre and we already have to fight with the toxic (oftentimes lesbophobic) bl fans that maintain that all gl is terrible and will never be successful and now we have to fight each other too like really? And it's not one shows fandom either I keep up with all the new gls and the haters are everywhere. So let me say this. Your favorite gl isn't god's gift to mankind just because you like it. Learn to to give a proper compliment.
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to whatever bot/person just sent solely song lyrics I am befuddled and also not going to post that 👍
song lyrics w/o credit or any commentary a valid submission it does not make lol
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simlit · 2 months
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Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // thirty
| @izayoichan | @maladi777
ABILITY CHECK | CHARISMA Aster is assigned a base stat of 10 charisma, with a bonus of 5. Question #1 requires a roll of at least 15. Question #2 requires a roll of at least 16. Question #3 requires a roll of at least 18.  Question #4 requires a roll of at least 18.  Question #5 requires a roll of at least 20. 
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LUCIEN: Then… someone died? ELDEWYN: Indeed, someone did. And none of the remaining nine claimed responsibility. Made things quite interesting for spectators. There was some rumors that perhaps even the Chosen of the Sun might have been the killer. INDRYR: Surely the goddess of the moon would not select a murderer as her chosen. ELDEWYN: Ah, but it is sometimes the case. After all, back then, anything was acceptable. Even had they admitted their deed, they would not have been punished. LUCIEN: How awful… INDRYR: And who was the victim? ELDEWYN: Mm, the last to lose their life in the moon trials… What was it… ah yes… Castien, was his name. Castien Thallan. KYRIE: Who was he? ELDEWYN: A rabblerouser from the south. He used to get into all sorts of trouble. I remember before he was chosen, he and his little gang would stir up the city, made people restless. The guard was always after him for one thing or another, but never could hold him long. Imagine our shock when it was announced he'd been picked. After that, he was untouchable of course. Ironic, you ask me. KYRIE: He was just a delinquent, then? ELDEWYN: Yes, you could say so. A thorn in the capital’s side, really. But clearly honorable enough for the Moon to choose him. ASTER: A toast! To a veritable troublemaker! I can certainly relate. After all, they only had to drag me out of jail right to the steps of the church! ELDEWYN: Ha! That’s right! I’ll say, there was quite the gossip about it in town! INDRYR: Whatever were you arrested for, anyways? ASTER: Oh, you know, a little scuffle… bit of a bar brawl if I’m honest. I’m not much of a fighter, but tell that to my tongue! INDRYR: How curious that no one ever admitted to the deed. Are they certain he didn’t die to the elements? ELDEWYN: To be frank, there was a great deal of speculation about it, but seeing as how no one but then Ten were inside, there’s really no way of knowing. Afterwards, he was given over to the King’s clerics and prepared for burial. We honor the fallen, of course. They’re still Chosen, even in death. But he had no kin to speak of, and no one after came to claim him that wasn’t one of his fellow troublemakers. KYRIE: Whatever happened to them? ELDEWYN: I’m certain I don’t know. Went on their way, or grew up, I suppose! INDRYR: Perhaps there was someone else in the labyrinth? ELDEWYN: Hm? What do you mean by that? INDRYR: You said there were many dangers within the maze, it could be that he encountered someone there. Someone not Chosen? ELDEWYN: The labyrinth is located on the outskirts of the city. During the trial the entrances are heavily guarded, and very few people know the way through. Even if someone could get passed the blockades, they’d be utterly lost! INDRYR: Then, it doesn’t seem particularly efficient that anyone would plan to use the trial as a cover for murder. Unless… LUCIEN: Why would anyone think to do that? ASTER: Quite conspiratorial there, Indryr! And who doesn’t love a good conspiracy theory? Mm? I’m sure there’s a secret dragon under the castle waiting to make snacks of us all. More wine, my lord? ELDEWYN: Of course, of course! KYRIE: Surely you don’t think there was outside involvement? INDRYR: I’m only speculating. KYRIE: I’m certain there’s no evidence of that. Isn’t that right, my lord? ELDEWYN: Well, you know, he’s not the first to say so. There were rumors at the time that perhaps Castien’s involvement in the trials had been predetermined. KYRIE: Predetermined? ELDEWYN: They said he was selected deliberately. At request of… It’s all hearsay, anyways. LUCIEN: But the Chosen are selected by divine right! Lunar Priests get their orders directly from the goddess of the moon! Right, Your Grace? KYRIE: Uh— ELDEWYN: Of course, Your Highness. It is silly gossip, nothing more. Some people believed the presiding priest was espousing false information. But the trials were successful as every year before. There’s no reason to think he was lying about Castien being one of the true Chosen Ten. But people will get all sorts of ideas if given even a shred of mystery.
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little Macaque edit i did for @lego-sand (song: I’m so sorry -imagine dragons) 
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