it’s been awhile since I last posted and about my art so here is my Spiderverse oc !!! her name is Nilly Le and basically became the invisible man from her spider bite <3 I love her and I love the movies GOSH IM ALSO OBSESSED WITH SPIDER NOIR—
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Happy Valentine’s Day! Was bored on Valentine’s Day and while there was downtime, I decided to sketch on my Theater movie schedule really quick.
From left, right, bottom right, to bottom left, I drew Luko the mailmoth, William the detective loving kid, Will’s adopted father merchant Socks, and the Moon Rabbit Guard Hiccup.
I hope these make your day! It did to me! :>
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Did more screenshot edits with my girl Serena. Did you know she's Meta Knight's daughter? And she's utterly crazy. And I love her. She's also in love with a lonk lanky ass dragon.
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Cinderella <3
C i n d e r e l l a
PROLOGUE
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nce upon a time, there was a girl called Cinderella. But she wasn’t named Cinderella until much later. Her real, true name is Ella. She had lost her mother when she was quite young. Then her father remarried. Unfortunately, he picked the proudest woman in the land, and her two daughters as equally proud, though they had no beauty to justify it (if pride could ever be justified) and their hearts were vile and cruel. Ella’s step-mother and step-sisters forced the poor girl to do all the work, such as cleaning the dishes, washing clothes, mending the clothes, cleaning out the fire place- all of it. They made her wear rags like some servant girl and fed her only leftovers and tiny morsels while they grew plump and fat on the bestest of food they could buy. Her father never found out, for he had died when this misery had begun. The poor girl thought this was going to be her life forever. But, of course, Good Lady Life could never allow a kind soul to suffer for long.
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Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?
I swear to God, it was an accident.
My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.
The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.
Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.
My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.
He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.
They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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