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catskullery · 5 months
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kartoonito · 11 days
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As you can see I've been playing a lot of hsr
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dilfpassing · 3 months
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Here's my lyric comic based on the song "Water Witch" by the Secret Sisters
I somehow knocked this out in three days
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wasyago · 4 months
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welp, didn't manage to get everything out before season 10 started, but i gotta post it one way or another so here we go! heard there was a fandom swap game going on, wanted to do a couple promts of my own :D
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larissel · 5 months
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lae'zel haters belong to the streets
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aledlastbestie · 3 months
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-Interviewer: How did you make the prince fall in love with you?
-Simón: Not much, I just told him to his face that I hate his family and everything they represent and he was like "that's hot"
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griffin-ktb · 4 months
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KH Doodle Dump 🫶✨
I will never not be thinking of Soriku
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haunted-xander · 4 months
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For what do you live?
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toktopus-art · 5 months
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i drew something similar last year but this time Eddie's there :)
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filmnoirsbian · 11 months
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It's to the point where I cannot say I like fanfiction not because it's inherently bad or embarrassing or because I don't occasionally read it but because 99% of fanfiction likers on here are the most insufferable victim complex havers alive. Someone will ask me my opinion on fanfiction and I have to decide within .02 seconds whether or not they're a normal human being who can handle objective truths and the answer is usually no.
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blubebbie · 5 months
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shadowheart homophobia arc
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gammija · 1 day
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tiefling jon's first day at the Archives
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osatokun · 1 year
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a commission of an absolutely precious cleric I did for CatonCoals !
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githling · 2 months
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monstermonger · 9 months
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Micro comic Summer is back!
Here's my tiny tale from last year, of some kiddos finding a hurt baby dragon, and taking care of it until the dragons return next spring.
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inkskinned · 6 months
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you keep having dreams about the holidays. in this last one, everyone is happy again, and it is a good day for a moment, the way that sometimes peace could settle in restless clumps over everyone's head. your father is downstairs, everyone else is picking a movie to watch. your cat is still alive and in your mother's lap. you aren't afraid to go into the kitchen to eat, the guilt isn't there yet, and everything is free. your dog is lying down with your siblings, tongue lolling out his mouth. everything feels warm and silly.
you see your hand in the kitchen and you see the light of the fridge click on and some part of you says go back into the living room, you're missing the good part. this is how you spent most of your childhood: when you weren't in the room, it was alright. being in the room was the problem. you spent so much being present wishing someone would notice if you left. you love these people. there is something fundamentally wrong with your head. you stand in the kitchen and feel that rabid heart of yours; the one that tries to make you leave any situation, even when you're wanted.
you don't have this anymore. the mashed potatoes you pull out of tupperware containers spell out big letters on the counter. when you wake up, this isn't the life you have anymore.
sometimes that's an amazing thing - you are so glad you're out of this fucking house. when the peace breaks here, it shatters into months-long screaming. these gulfs and valleys are illusions. you're holding your breath even in the memory, waiting for the wrong thing to happen, the thing that splinters the family.
but sometimes... it would be nice to have this version of the house back. the fire is roaring. someone is laughing so hard it sounds like they're crying, wheezing through the story they're telling, michael buble is singing. in a few hours it will be time for pie, but in the meantime you're going to watch some fast and the furious something. you're all going to talk over most of it, quip lines at each other like it's mystery science theatre. you're all just about to start a board game or maybe a family art project. you're just about to hang up garlands.
someone asked you recently - what if you wake up and it's november of 2013. there are a lot of things that you would be horrified by. the things you'd have to relive, the bitter slow pain of recovery. and fuck, you'd still have to escape him, and the parts of this house that are ugly. to deliver yourself, mangled, into the long road you take in therapy. fuck that entirely.
but you'd also have this moment back, standing half in the kitchen and half in the living room, talk-shouting at your siblings, wiggling and dancing, throwing karate chops at each other and splitting the last crescent roll and gleefully telling college stories your mother really doesn't want to know. the house like this is warm, held in this space before-things. in this world it will be a few years before your family is splintered. these days you have to get in a car to travel to each visit, looping each person together in a little embroidery constellation. here it is loud. it will be a few years before the holidays are quiet, reserved, a little distant.
in the dream, you waver, your hand outstretched. for the love of god, go back the room. go back in and tell them you love them, tell them what this means to you. for the love of god, go now!
you're gonna wake up soon.
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