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knifebun · 5 months
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look. so many people use the classist card for this, but if you can't afford to feed an animal a diet that's not going to cause serious medical issues that will either kill it or require medical treatment for the rest of the animal's life, then maybe you shouldn't own this animal. "poor people deserve to have animal companions too" yes absolutely i agree, but maybe not at the expense of the animal's health.
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jennerallydrawing · 3 months
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A tiny bit of my animation ref from season 3 episode "The Hardest Thing". This space sequence was originally boarded by Drew Applegate!
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staticbluue · 5 days
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HAPPY NEIL BANGING OUT THE TUNES DAY!!!
I usually don't manage anything more than a doodle for this international holiday, but this year Neil gets the colored, shaded piece he deserves!!
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plesiosaurys · 7 months
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getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."
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sootsz · 1 year
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qsmp has accidentally stumbled into a psychology experiment that would make the stanford prison experiment sob in fear. they’ve gotten a bunch of cc’s, and tens of thousands of viewers, to be deeply emotionally connected to pixel eggs. in doing so they’ve presented a problem:
how the fuck do you get outta this
the eggs were obviously never intended to be permanent (logging on every day to do tasks isn’t feasible to upkeep forever) and they were even given a vague limit of When Mama Dragon Comes Back (and then, of course, the “6 days til they die” thing). now you’ve made it so quackity (and his team) have a big ol dilemma, where two things are true: 1) they can’t keep the eggs forever since it’s not sustainable 2) you can’t take away the eggs without, oopsies, emotionally damaging your friends that you invited to have fun on your server.
turns out, when you give a group of humans all their own fully-realized individual who presents as a (weak, vulnerable) child that is in need of care from them, whatever instinct has kept us alive for generations goes “!!!!!” which is both really cool and compassionate, but also kinda concerning!
because, well: not sustainable! and if the eggs aren’t sustainable, what’s the alternative? killing them?? no! just look at jaiden’s reaction to bobby “losing” a life, even when it wasn’t his last one. or bad’s genuinely heart wrenching reaction to dapper losing a life. or how quiet and angry phil got after chayanne and tallulah had a “nightmare,” before it was resolved. that’s not acting. that’s real. what the hell will they do if the eggs actually die? from what i see, the cc’s are taking the “6 days til death” thing as something that’s avoidable. a threat that can be overcome. and for their sake, i hope it is.
ever played a dnd game where you actually feel insulted bc of smth someone’s pc did? yeah. that x20 because there’s SO much overlap between “streamer persona” and “literally just who they are”. and this level of roleplay character bleeding is cool, but i hope the eggs are handled carefully, or all those involved might end up actually hurt.
there’s also the whole added element of fans, many of whom only tune into the streams for egg content. the plot is very egg-centric. the roleplaying and characterization that the cc’s are doing is all centered around the eggs in one way or another. it’s been going on for a month, but it does not feel at all resolved, and plot-wise it would completely mess up so many plot threads happening if the eggs were all to go (charlie’s unresolved deal with lil j, quackity’s goal to bond with tallulah, the trial, etc etc) so if you take away the eggs, you risk messing up the whole vibe they’ve got going on, and facing backlash from fans who are also emotionally compromised by pixel eggs
we inherently want to protect the cute and vulnerable, and by god are these eggs cute and so very fragile. (then, there’s another layer of people’s own issues that they project onto the eggs. be it desire for paternity, some kind of maternal instinct, or, even in the matter of chayanne, using chayanne as a sort of way to cope with loss by making connections between chayanne and technoblade. which is beautiful and very sweet but would give chayanne dying some additional emotionally charged elements which i think should be avoided at all costs). there’s a reason that movies and other media generally do not kill named children characters—audiences really hate it. it’s taboo for good reason.
which leads us to
schrodinger’s egg: until sunday, they r both alive and dead. and this is both good and bad. god help us all
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seagull-scribbles · 8 months
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They’re out of time (cancelled)
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medievalmidinette · 9 months
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the very well animated kiss from that scene™ because for some reason i didn't see a single gif version of it yet
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batty-pham · 6 months
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DPxDC drabble
- Dead rat -
Danny wasn't sure he remembered what warmth felt like anymore.
Ice settled into his bones, his very core.
He relished when he could feel the faint impressions of warmth from outside, from the sun, a hug, a hot plate of non lethal food.
There wasn't any warmth here.
The buzzing florescent lights were no replacement for sunshine, no one was able to touch him through the glass, the food they gave him were cold mounds of grey... something.
Danny curled in on himself in the corner of the room as he glared at the scientists watching him through the glass.
He was nothing but an animal to them.
A project.
He wanted to escape, to be free, but he had lost a lot of ectoplasm before he ended up with them. He was drained and they were keeping him even more drained.
He was running.
He wasn't sure where he was going.
He just needed to get away.
And they found him.
God he is such a fuck up.
If he hadn't let it slip to his parents who he is- what he is, he wouldn't be here. He would be at home. With Tucker and Sam. With Jazz.
Not... wherever here is without any ectoplasm to heal his wounds.
His head snapped up from his knees when the door to his pristine white cell opened.
A man in a suit walked in, immediately flanked by what appeared to be body guards who eyed Danny with caution.
"I do apologize for the treatment of you so far, but I do believe we can make sure you have better... arrangements in the future. As long as the two of us are at an... understanding."
Danny stared at him in silence for a moment, h opened his mouth to speak, his brows furrowing when it took a moment to get his vocal chords to work, and when they did, they were scratchy from disuse. "Understanding?"
"yes, as I see it I can help you, and you can help me. In exchange I can get you out of this dingy little room and into a much better one, a proper bed and everything."
Danny's eyes narrowed "who are you?"
The man grinned, offering a hand to help the thin and fragile looking boy up, thinking that he had agreed. In his mind, who wouldn't? "Lex Luther."
Danny, using what little strength he had left, smacked his hand away, "not the first billionaire to offer that fruitloop." He hissed.
Danny didn't watch him as he stormed out, but he heard each and every footstep banging against his skull. Danny stared at his hand, wishing the warmth from the hardly a second of contact lingered a little bit longer.
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urlocalwhumper · 5 months
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living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.
their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.
they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.
everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.
that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.
one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.
compassion.
whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.
"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"
whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.
caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.
they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.
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marsbotz · 1 year
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maybe its already too late for me
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circuscountdowns · 2 months
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I would do unspeakable things to ur shamura. Also I rlly lov ur art style!! Do u use a drawing tablet or the ones that connect to a computer? Sorry if question comes confusing
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not if they get to u 1st anon
thank you! It’s not confusing no worries. I use an IPad and procreate :)
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spielzeugkaiser · 1 year
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[MASTERPOST] - [Previous]
This is a little wink to the hexer TV show where little Geralt goes out to befriend a wolf - also Jaskier said "you can't befriend every animal" and Milek got all the genes from Geralt-horsegirl-of Rivia and Jaskier-let-me-pet-that-adorable-wildlife-Pankratz and is like. try me.
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re-bon-bon-san · 9 days
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Happy Birthday, @huskersbar ! <3333. I love you my sweet baby. I hope you enjoy your cute little cursed blinking loaf that I spend 3+ days on, hahaha. Thanks @lu-lus-duckies for helping with the animation. <333 @nunalastor @voxthepope @the-aprilfools-bitch @et3rnal-ash @fujillamaparadise @lucifersruberduck @xluciferseyeshadowx @xxx-angie @butterflies-and-roaches @hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow @lilithandsappho @velvette3 @xoxo-ashur-xoxo @leonidele-rambles @voxtek-enterprises @helluvautism @theroachking2930
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more laughingstock pleaseee? 💙 💚
Yes Yes Yes i have this very small soft scribble to offer <3
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seagull-scribbles · 8 months
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You're out of touch
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sleepy-edits · 4 months
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