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critfailash · 18 days
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Meet the wonderful Metronome Metchagnome! He is a bard I'm playing for Waterdeep Dragon Heist! He has 8 intelligence and is ready to charm his way through life!
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critfailash · 21 days
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New oc who this
This is Elayne! My new Paladin for delving in Phandelver! If she makes it to level 3 I'll be putting her onto the Oath of the Watchers!
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critfailash · 1 month
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It’s secret satan time! This time is Genasi and Aasimar secret satan, with the lovely Rosie who is @equinoxialsolstice ‘s character!
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critfailash · 1 month
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Happy Secret Satan everyone! I got the absolute honor of drawing for the amazing @smashdraws! I choose her character Enixion Amantea, the student of the stars 📜🌱✨
I absolutely feel in love with this character's design the moment I saw it, and I knew that I had to go ham on the moon/stars aesthetic. For the background I tried my hand at mimicking those long exposure photographs you see of the stars in the night sky, and I just had to have them sitting on the moon 🌠🌟🌌 This character was so so so much fun and super relaxing to draw, and I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of them!
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critfailash · 2 months
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Polifemo: Alto Giove - Nicola Porpora; Sculpture de
L'opéra Garnier à Paris.
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critfailash · 2 months
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ANNE HATHAWAY as DAPHNE KLUGER Ocean's 8 (2018) | dir. Gary Ross
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critfailash · 2 months
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“Unicorn Sword” & “Draco Dragon Sword”.
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critfailash · 2 months
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doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.
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critfailash · 3 months
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critfailash · 3 months
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My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May, And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway, Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold, Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea, While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn, And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My name it is Maria, a merchant’s daughter fair, And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year, My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold, There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: ON STRANGER TIDES (2011)
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critfailash · 3 months
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last christmas i gave u a glaive.. the very next day.. we stabbed things w glaives
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critfailash · 3 months
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18th century embroidery.
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critfailash · 3 months
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The Great (2020—2023)
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critfailash · 3 months
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yeah like horrific trauma n stuff but literally imagine the ego boost of surviving a saw trap .
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critfailash · 3 months
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Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase—you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and hear no voices but their own, and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take up the wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.
—a sailor's diary entry, on losing a shipmate, ca. 1834 (from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana Jr.)
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critfailash · 3 months
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Being the worlds worst bisexual older brother is hard but someone has to do it
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critfailash · 3 months
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by Sam{Lightonthewater}
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