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bigbarabelly · 1 month
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Lmao for james_the_tum on Twitter skgjAKFHSHA
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lesbianlotties · 11 months
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I spent an awful amount of time tryna to figured who you were until.... Penguin. It's you, Pingu.
Sghdjfghfj sorry! i change my url like a month ago? but yeah that's me! the one that loves penguins <3
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stars-and-birds · 11 months
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let’s make a mutual family.
@el-fandom-birb and @wanda-the-anaconda are my spouses (to be)
@avocadosockz is the cool wine aunt
@queer-wlw-fanatic is my sibling in law
@imhumanguysiswear is my half brother and law and @haystarlight is my half sister in law
@corujalesbica is my niece somehow (i don’t have a sibling lol. i’m adopted i guess)
@hellmo is my parent in law
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killergirlfuria · 5 months
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To celebrate the full release and all the 230h I spent in this game (50h of which on the full-release brand new Wren save), I've decided to update my tierlist for Sandrockers. Added some of the missing townies and the pets to the list, but only those I have access to. No Fennec or Gecko for me.
Also I would like to know why the fuck are guns Macchiato's loved gifts. I love him and I'll give him all the guns he wants but. Like. Why?? What crimes are you gonna commit with these buddy???
Venti is surprisingly fun actually, now that they finally gave her some damn content. Hellmo but with raccoon instead vibes. Should marry her sometime.
I'm not exactly fond of Meerkat still lol.
Arvio still gives me the 'baby scammer first scam' ick but at least it's not Miguel's predatory priest ick.
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dufrau · 9 months
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(questions post)
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?
Me and @hellmo invented an AU where Nancy's hair is a portal to a Narnia like dimension where they worship her hand as a god because she keeps putting things like pencils etc in her hair and they land in Narnia and it all seems very magical to the creatures that live there. I think it turns out Karen had an affair with a faun or something and thats why Nancy is half Narnia? I think at some point Robin falls into Narnia through Nancy's hair somehow??? I will never write it because I don't fully understand it even though I invented a lot of it.
20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?
Um. tits out for annie oakley. up until the morning of the day i posted this the doc was titled "The World On Its Side", like a very dreamy serious kind of title. But I was like... I think it needs to be lighter than that? But I couldn't think of a good title. And instead I thought of a terrible title and was just like... well now I have to call it that.
15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?
Usually songs. Sometimes I just roll the themes around in my brain and think about songs that fit. Sometimes nonsense titles like the one above. Sometimes phrases that just feel right. Somebody on here a couple days ago mentioned pulling a line from the actual fic and I was like 🤯 because I have literally never considered that but I might try it at some point.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.
Okay so I dont have any ronance that I dont plan on posting at some point eventually? But can I interest you in some terrible unfinished never posted clexa written in an absolutely batshit style that reading back has me like ??? Im just gonna post the whole thing under a cut its like 1200 words feel free to not read it lol but this is apparently how my mind was working circa january 2016
The fact was that it was a big world indeed. A person could get lost in it for as long as she might like room and time to think, and a person did just that.
The more pressing facts, multiple, were as such: that a person had killed, and killed again, and killed, again, and at the end, had killed some more, and had saved some. The math of the thing was almost rudimentary, but the broader truth, clearly or not, a thing to worry on.
And a person did worry, but she did so entirely within the boundaries of her sanity, and her regrets were measurable to everybody but her. 
Losses and gains. Arithmetic.
But more than that, a problem perhaps beyond math, or, more likely, just beyond the math needed knowing for children meant to sweep the same dust their own grandparents had sneezed in, was the matter of things, which was at present: We are here. How do we stay?
Clarke Griffin knew the laws. Physics and morality. But she fell and she fell, and a person does have a limit.
So she left and she walked and she walked until she stopped, in a place that was nowhere. It was not the scene of a great battle (a great victory, however fleeting). It was not the scene of a great loss (betrayal, truly, but again, a victory in kind). 
No.
But she stopped. By water, by land. She stopped, and she took what she would. And she was never hidden, as she knew she would never again be hidden on this Earth. And she never hid, as it was no longer, if it had truly ever been, in her nature. She stayed until she went, and if she feared anything, the scouts didn’t say so.
And Lexa heard it all, as a Commander must, in clumsy words, but true enough to tell the bones of it, which were: Clarke of the Sky People yet lives, her people live also, and though the winter threatens, that is all that weighs upon them now. The mountain is fallen.
The winter was a concern, always, but at present it was perhaps the lightest of weights upon Lexa's shoulders. 
Always, this weighed: To be invincible was a trying thing. To be thought invincible, perhaps, was better or worse. Her people were, as a rule, practical in their admirations, but some thought her nevertheless the stuff of stardust. If none had bested her, and if she was impressive in the ways some might see fit to measure, then she was also lucky, and, often, she was right. The fact, singular, was that she won. Always, she did that. 
A Commander, if she were in the habit of telling anybody anything, might tell them this: She was not at all invincible. Her armor was earned, and it was only ever as true as her reflexes made it. She held no claim to Godhood. She was young and slippery and wiser than many, but she was a girl and she was nothing more. A fool might mark it otherwise, and foolishness might have its uses, but she did not pretend. 
If she was a legend, she didn't believe in it. 
But if a Commander was truly just a girl, she was certainly a mindful girl. The weight of her burdens was familiar, and she carried it carefully, and everything had a place. Her lands, her laws, and, the root of all things, her people. She carried it all, and she was comforted by it. 
She was grounded, until she was not. 
Lexa had carried all people, always. But now, in the wake of a great victory (not hers, surely, but her people's, if only by default), she found her equilibrium all wrong, because she did not carry A Person, and in fact she never had. 
And so it was that a Commander sent a message, through a messenger to another messenger, and to another after that, to a place that was nowhere, to a person who knew she'd be found, who was only ever pretending at being lost. And the words, by design, were clumsy, but true enough to show the bones of it, which were: The Commander rides for Camp Jaha, and a person would do well to be there when she arrives. 
Camp Jaha, probably, had been nowhere very recently. Both the this and the that of it. An open plain, a speck in the darkness. Now, though, it was aggressively somewhere. The this had become the same as the that, all at once, and the visual of the thing was appropriately sudden.
Clarke had known the that, if only from the inside out. It was the this, to her, that was new, but, on approach, it was now the that that was the thing. 
Metal, gleaming and bent. Earth, torn and burnt. 
There was a place, everywhere and nowhere, where everything felt like guilt. Where a person looked, at everything and nothing, and wondered what they might have done. In this place, right now, Clarke Griffin knew a new thing, which was: This had been a war even before she knew what war was. 
Mind, even from a distance (close enough. too close), it was clear: Her people survived. Fully, and actively, they were surviving. But, the that, the Ark, life itself for all of all time, sunken, stabbed, buried (a sword, a spear, a bullet most like), in the this, the Earth, life actually, since before even all time, and it was, frankly, a little on the nose.
A person might laugh, but this person, this time, she walked.
Now, another fact, always true, but for Clarke Griffin, newly known: A civilization, which is to say, people, going about the basic business of living, was a noisy, close thing. Moving, and building, and being, and speaking and speaking and speaking. And now, asking, and hugging, and crying, and looking and looking and looking.
Bellamy was the first to see her, or at least the first to see her, and he shouted and he waved, and he ran in and he ran out. And when he met her, he stopped, and he would have asked, but her mother was next, and she did not stop. And she did ask. And Clarke answered, and she noticed, as she grew again accustomed to the voice that had gotten her exactly everywhere, that Octavia came only as far as the gates, and Lincoln  stayed beside her. Raven was last, but she did come, if only just as Clarke ran out of words to say. To her credit, there were, in fact, not many words at all; Clarke had been gone, and now she was back, and, as ever, war was coming. 
Days followed, and nights as well, predictably, and once again the math of things demanded attention. Mouths needed meals, meals came from stores and from crops and from ever smaller projections of both. Conceptually, there was winter. Really, a person could only guess. 
An estimate, on a particular day, was that for every mouth, there were two eyes, and those eyes were pointing up. Snow. Water plus cold. A miracle plus a miracle. Even so, a person might find her eyes straying to the fields, counting what might yet be saved. A person might also catch her eyes straying to the gates, counting what might yet need saving from. 
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safyresky · 3 months
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You've heard of HELLMO get ready for HELLINE! Scrimbly Jacqueline 2 of 52 >:)
for a "quick scrimbly doodle with little to no erasing" this one gave me trouble! I thought of helline as this week's last week and then on Monday when I grabbed a scrap piece of paper at work, I tried to doodle it and my GOD. The posing was HARD. FOR A SCRIMBLY DOODLE. at least i tried to keep the silly lil hands, huehuehue.
So enjoy some process pics below, lol.
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this first one I was like. okay so. I drew a head like I was doing a regular drawing and went WAIT DANI. THAT'S NOT SCRIMBLY ENOUGH. and also immediately went ou. the posing. let me pull up hellmo and figure this shit out and that's the main doodle. I turned the page 🙃🙃🙃
then i was like 'okok i think i get it let me get a better hellmo on screen' which lead to the second one below:
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which turned out BETTER but didn't look gremlin-y enough. I was like. the expression needs to be BIGGER. And the arms aren't in the right spot for me lil eyes.
I put it aside and then my husband texted me about me roasting him at lunch to my friends (he chews ice cream, he deserved the roast about that) and sent a hellmo gif and I went OKAY LET'S TRY AGAIN and voila!
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there's the original pre-cam scan clean up, lol. forgor to sign it, but it's cool I fixed it after! I found these really nice thin tip marker pens so I traced the scrimbly doodle in that bc last week's Jacqueline came out so PALE.
AND THEN I REMEMBERED WE HAD WATERCOLOUR MARKERS JUST HANGING OUT IN THE CUPBOARDS AT WORK FOR A FUN LITTLE POP UP THING WE DID TALKING ABOUT MANUSCRIPTS WITH SOME COLOURING PAGES TO GIVE PEOPLE DE-STRESSING TIME
AND GRABBED THEM AND SO NOW NOT ONLY DO WE HAVE HELLINE. WE HAVE HELLINE IN TECHNICOLOUR! AHAHAHA!
these doodles bring me joy. my fridge is full of shitty winter child. it's beautiful.
and in case anyone has no idea what HELLMO is (which, where have you been if ur on this site and don't know hellmo), have a hellmo:
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el-fandom-birb · 1 year
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10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags
thank u @dunbarsmunson for the tag !!! (sorry this took so long lol)
young justice -dick grayson
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stranger things - robin buckley
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spider man: into the spider verse - gwen stacy
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the owl house - raine whispers
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the legend of korra - asami sato
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gotham - ed nygma
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dead end: paranormal park - courtney
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arcane - ekko
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criminal minds - JJ
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everything everywhere all at once - jobu tupaki
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no pressure tags :)
@haaawaiianshirt @robins-raspberry-beret @lionydoorin @suwunnysideup @queer-wlw-fanatic @nancyqueerler @timesnewronance @hellmo @hellsfireclub @pimplepogue
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annieofhearts · 11 months
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Thanks for the tag @hellsfireclub! :)
Name 10 favorite songs with names in the title:
Maria Maria - Milton Nascimento
To Zion - Lauryn Hill
Juca - Chico Buarque
Willow - Taylor Swift
Cadê Tereza - Jorge Ben
Sofia - Clairo
Julia - The Beatles
Henrietta Our Hero - Kamasi Washington
Valerie - The Zutons
Ava - Coeur du pirate
If you feel like it, I'd love to see your picks (no pressure obvs): @dufrau, @hellmo, @galwithalibrarycard, @monstrous-femme, @tw0fish, @freezeveganpolice & basically anyone who sees this and wants to join lol ;)
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36 for the handwriting ask?
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36. favourite meme(s) - some of the classics such as hellmo, dark kermit, kombucha girl (Brittany Broski) are great. I also really love the "unicorn kith" meme from a tangled where that big tough dude in the villains pub makes two ceramic unicorns kiss. it applies to my blorbos lol
pass notes with me 💌
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silkoodles · 9 months
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Of course red was Hellmo lol
Lmao yeah
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yamisnuffles · 3 years
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Hi! What happened to your former icon? Wasn't it Hellmo!Crowley? Because I just saw a cross stitch of Hellmo and thought of you! (Sorry if I mistook you for someone else, I thought I recognize your drawing style )
I just changed it. I've been on Tumblr for over a decade and if I kept the same icon the whole time, I'd go crazy, haha. I'm glad that one made such an impact. That was one of the very first Good Omens pics I drew.
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jainasolo1233 · 2 years
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Is this for real?
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That moment when you finally figure out why your fics have been feeling clunky, as of late:
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redlance · 3 years
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Red I love you and Experimentation.
But Bram will always be my faves.
Listen to me when I tell you that I
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WILL LOVE
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THEM FOREVER
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hanmajoerin · 3 years
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If you have genuine hatred in your heart for any of the Rumic Girls™ sit down and try again because there's not a single woman drawn by Rumiko Takahashi who isn't lovable.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
You can’tchange my mind. I love them all.
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lilac-bellfrog · 4 years
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I’m actually trying to write fic this evening... This is somehow feeling harder than the original fiction I’ve been working on these past few months. ;;;
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