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butterfrogmantis · 1 month

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//Murder, implied blood

"So, was t'is the place?"

"Mm" Skelly stared down at the spot in front of them where his friend had placed a large rock at his request. "A couple millennia and you don't forget the exact spot"

Archie stared around at the surrounding cave. Such a gloomy, empty and cold place and yet hauntingly beautiful in it's solicitude. The cave had stories to tell, he reckoned. And perhaps Skelly's was just one of many.

"Sorry, 'am no good at stonework. Suppose we coulda asked Sculptor but I don't know 'ow we'd bring it 'ere"

"The rocks are fine" The skeleton said matter of factly "I wouldn't have known the name to write anyway. Besides." He crouched down by the sand and laid a single flower on top of the largest rock. "Technically I'm not dead, am I?"

Archie looked down at the makedo headstone. As much as he was dying to tell Skelly how much he knew about his former life, his adventures with Swashbuckler were something the archaeologist had sworn to take his own grave. He had, however, allowed himself to slip the suggestion that his skeletal friend might symbolically honour that mysterious former life if he were to return to his final resting place.

"Maybe not. But he is. Whoever you were, and tha's enough t' pay tribute to. Do you think he's at peace now you've come back 'ere?"

"..Yeah. I think he's at rest at last"

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Extract from a fanfic I'll never write! I was wondering if Skelly would ever revisit the island he died/stayed on for so long. I mean that's a super significant part of his entire character and whilst it's not exactly for happy fun times I do think he'd sort of eventually feel like he had to, since I imagine he jumped at the chance to go back to the village with Sorcerer and never really … got the closure he needed.

My only two moods rn are “teehee happy cute Arthur” and “Skelly angst” idk why

Archaeologist (c) The Smurfs

Skelly is mine

#smurfs #the smurfs #BFM oc: Skelly #Archaeologist Smurf #Skelly & Archie #cw: murder #cw: blood #<- Implied #non graphic

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royalarchivist · 1 year

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Quackity: There's a possibility you have two fathers *laughs* and there's nothing bad with having two dads, ok? One of them - one of them is a man called Luzu, and the other one is a man called Wilbur. How does that sound, son? Now we're gonna have to choose and find out which one of them is gonna be your dad.

Tilin: *puts down a sign*

Quackity: Let's see, what does it say? Move, move son I can't read it.

Tilin's sign: I'm la tres leches?

Quackity:

#Quackity #Tilin #QSMP #how do I frickin translate this #in like. the most non-graphic way possible #Basically calling Tilin a tres leches implies that Q slept around a lot #because tres leches is a sponge cake that's made with 3 kinds of milk basically #and you know. the implications.#I'm sure you can piece together the rest

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kjscottwrites · 7 months

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And, importantly, share some recs!

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lisutarid-a · 2 months

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"-Still just a child, aren't you? A pigheaded, pathetic, daddy-hating child. And under that brattish exterior? Loneliness. -I don't deny it. Why would I? It's brought me all this."

#final fantasy #final fantasy vii #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ffvii rebirth spoilers #ffgraphics #rufus shinra #ff7 rufus #my graphics #sorry to my all non ff subs #im in simping phase for my husband rn #can't help it i love him way too much

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deuxac · 2 years

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05/17/22 - tuesday, 7:37 pm

listening to: worldstar money (interlude) - joji

cw: rant, no specific tw

sometime between friday and monday i went out in the evening on a walk to a park not too far from where i live. the rain has finally left for a long enough time for the sun to warm up the atmosphere with humid air, making everything feel sticky and wet. despite the early hours of the day being spent indoors in the newly-installed A/C units, the walk in the late evening hours was nice; i missed being able to see the sun late into the early night hours, though now my sleep has cut shorter and shorter until i only get on average five hours a night with no nap in between resting states.

earlier today, however, when i went on an early afternoon walk to a park down the street from my apartment a man in all-black clothing started following a couple meters behind me, so... i don’t think i’ll be going out without my keys again.

i feel as though the more settled i get into a routine, the more restless and anxious i end up feeling. i already don’t like being cooped up in my apartment for most hours of the day, but between different schools and majors and jobs, scheduling and house curfews, i don’t really get the opportunity to see my friends very often, and without a real break from my job to relax, i’m all wound up and stressed out. i don’t like monotony, or things being too predictable. i get too... understimulated. not that i like a lot of big, sudden changes happening at once, but i need something that isn’t a constant variable to keep me excited; “enriched”, like an animal in a zoo, as my sister would say.

part of it is related to M, though it’s not... it’s less... how do you say... it’s not so much that they make me feel under stimulated, but more that because our relationship to one other has fallen into a routine, i feel restless. does that make sense? i feel like it’s easier to put it like this: when the honeymoon phase fades out, and a couple learn all the unknown and there's no significant newness to the relationship anymore, it’s easy for one or both people in the relationship to feel as though it has gotten stagnant, and look for excuses to leave because they don’t want to be bored.

well it’s like that, essentially. um, but it’s not... i’m not looking for a reason to seek someone else out, i’m pretty sure i’m committed to seeing... whatever we are through. it’s more like i feel stuck fulfilling a very specific role now that we’ve been talking for over a year now. we have certain expectations and needs and wants that we fulfill for each other; they do such and so, and i’m their.... cheerleader girlfriend, without actually saying so. which causes some? tension? at least on my end. i feel really conflicted about not having a label on what we are - NOT THAT WE NEED a label, but it would be nice to define what we are, ykwim? i want to know how they see me, and how they feel for me; more than anything, i want to know if my feelings are reciprocated.

um, but i get why they don’t want to label whatever it is that we are to each other; i think the most obvious that people on the outside will point out is our age difference. i’m only 2 years older than they are, which isn’t, like, a huge difference, but considering that i’m 20 and they’re 18, some people would be like “😬😬😬 ion no abt this one”. um, it doesn’t particularly bother me too much, but if i saw from an outside perspective the same thing happening i would also be very weary; ultimately, i don’t speak out on tt couples who have an age gap between a year or two, since it’s still close enough in age that it isn’t particularly problematic, though i do pay attention to be careful in how i direct myself so i don’t get misconstrued for being a pervert or something; if anything i’m just an emotional vampire (joking).

what i suspect it might be is that i don't... contribute much more than mediocre words of encouragement. i’m not particularly talented at anything, and i’m very clingy and obsessive and awkward with people i genuinely like, while also being very direct and honest, which can come off as mean to some people, and because i don’t know how to express love in any other way outside of material gifts - which is difficult to do since they live in the east coast and i live in the midwest... reflecting on my contributions into this relationship, i take whatever their artistic endeavor is - art, writing, the likes - and only offer words of encouragement and adoration. AND I GET, that for some people words of affirmation is their love language or whatever, but i don’t know if it’s enough for them to think that i like them without me outright saying, which is always nerve-wracking for everyone. im too in my head about how, “oh they don’t want to say we’re dating, so what are we?”; “they haven’t answered my texts, i annoyed them and they don’t want anything to do with me (is upset until they answer, wherein i ignore how upset i got in the first place)”; “i sent them a picture of myself and they didn’t compliment me, they think i’m ugly and isn’t attracted to me anymore” (this thought in particular i ignore the most, since i know physical attractiveness isn’t everything and i shouldn’t worry about how i look like to others, or how they perceive me, but i can’t help but worry that maybe they don’t like putting a face to all the stupid shit i end up saying half the time...)

i get too into my own ass and get upset when i don’t receive their undivided attention and validation at all hours of the day, and then act indignant when im inconvenienced by their messages while at work or sleeping (a reflex response; when it registers that its a text from M, my mood gets better and i’m no longer annoyed; i just don’t like it when others text me when i’m busy lol.) ummm, newayz idk if this is a self-reflection or self-deprecation, but the point is, is that until i get over myself, and do it soon, we won’t move forward with where we are and what we are to each other. i know that they love me (to an extent xP), and they must reciprocate my feelings in their own way, but... i don’t know, i’m just acting butthurt over nothing i can’t really feel upset over, but i can’t really talk myself out of being upset, now, can i?

idk in... in all of the nothing i said, i think i’m just tired of spending my days waiting to fall back asleep. my face looks puffy all the time, and my skin looks awful - i’m not prone to breakouts, but i do get little random whiteheads here and there, and the wrinkles i have look more pronounced - i look how i feel, to put it bluntly. i know that i’m... unconventionally attractive, in a way (i’m not ugly, is what i mean, if i’m being honest), but it’s been rough. i look rough. i hate it here. i’m not supposed to be ugly, i’m supposed to be pretty, dumb, ditsy, and have people eat out of my hand, not the other way around. maybe that’s why i’ve been so thrown off on how i feel about M - i adore them, cherish them, feel nothing but pure, puppy love for them; where before i would feel nothing but contempt and lust at someone i would be dating, i want nothing more from them than to be able to hold them in my arms and fall asleep in the same bed, unbothered and unworried about the morning after.

i do want to bite them, but its less in a sexy way and more in an animalistic way, how cats bite their owners to show that they love them. and go to the movies, the mall, shopping for clothes and groceries and trinkets, learn all of their favorite dishes so i can make it for them, learn how to say “i love you” in their mother tongue so i can say it all the time, follow them wherever it is that they want to go, as long as they’ll let me, as far as they take me. i want to be their muse, sometimes, too, not in vanity but because i want to be useful to them; if i can offer nothing else, i want them to use my mind and body however they want in their works, interpret my words and take everything of mine to make it theirs, see my features and romanticize them in the characters they write and draw.

waaaaah, i just want to be their housewife ;^;

time to save up and get my documents in order to see them one day soon

(hopefully)

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mangeur-detoiles · 3 months

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LUCY, KATE & KAI | NCIS HAWAI'I 3x01

Jealous Lucy

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youreeatingthedog · 7 months

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Some of my favorite iasip episodes as posters

[I created a print shop for those interested !]

More posters

#I procrastinated doing my graphic design homework by doing these instead #I really can't focus on anything non-sunny related for more than 1 hour help #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip fanart #my art #graphic design #posters #iasip episodes posters

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transmonstera · 7 months

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gender neutral restrooms are for injecting strangers with hormones in <3

[IMAGE ID: "transsexuals operate in this restroom" in red 80s horror movie font with a black border and white shadow. the text is covering a row of public restroom cubicles. there are tentacles coming out of the stalls with a few holding scalpels. the background in black with syringes and red stars decorating the image. END]

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dragonpride17 · 16 days

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blinkies for my personal labels pt. 1 (but anyone is free to use)! rqs are open for any other flag btw ^_^

[ID: 15 blinkies of different pride flags, with the name of the label in pixel letters. In order, they are lesbian, queer (with the Gilbert Baker pride flag), bisexual, aromantic, arospec, ambiamorous, trans, nonbinary, demigirl, genderqueer, genderfluid, xirl, girlthing, transneutral, & arolovegender. /end ID]

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latexcowb0y · 3 months

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#butch lesbian #butch4butch #trans butch #transmasc #trans pride #transexual #non binary #nb #graphic #graphic design #graphic art #grunge #poster #queer poetry #queer pride #queer artist #queer artwork

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tum-bakery · 9 months

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Okay okay, THIS.

I'm genuinely struggling to draw the image in my brain, but this shapeshifting parent having hid their pregnancy for MONTHS from everyone around them finally getting that urge. They've been slowly feeling weaker and weaker from hiding their pregnancy, they're sore, they're exhausted from keeping up a form that conceals them.

Then suddenly their body starts to warn them that something is coming. Their body wants to shift to accommodate and it's a struggle to maintain how they're supposed to be looking. They're feeling contractions, and as their body tenses they can feel the way that fur and feathers prickle across their skin wherever the muscles are the most tense. Before they know it's not just contractions, their brain is SCREAMING at them that the life inside them needs OUT.

They finally find a spot to be alone, somewhere they can relax and look like themselves. Their body shifts into multiple forms trying to make the process easier, possibly settling on a true form before actually bringing their little life into the world.

#bakerspeakin #preg #non graphic birth #wow I wasn't expecting to use that tag...#nbpreg #ask to tag???#birth mention #is it terrible to say I actually really wanna rp this?#I already have a character DESIGNED and ready sdfkjsldkf #shapeshifteroc

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elryisia · 3 months

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Dividers 4 u ! ! ! (non-text Pink edition)

#elryisia #cute #dividers #non-text dividers #divider #pink #pinkcore #pink aesthetic #pixels #pixel graphics #kawaii #cutecore #cutecore aesthetic

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 4 months

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I live for the dynamic of "Both Goldenloin and Blackheart are very smart and competent in their respective fields but they are also both very fucking stupid"

#Ballister is a genuis but his Common Sense O' Meter is non-existent #Ambrosius is a pretty good tactical leader but don't ever ask him to spell or do a math problem or read a room or #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister blackheart #nimona graphic novel #ballister x ambrosius #blackloin

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mpliego · 11 months

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🏳️‍🌈 happy pride 2023 🏳️‍🌈

prints and other stuff available here

#LGBTQIA #pride 2023 #illustration #digital illustration #graphic design #lgbt #gay #lesbian #bisexual #trans #non bianry #gender queer #intersex #gilbert baker pride flag #pansexual #gender fluid #pride flag

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deuxac · 2 years

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05/09/22 - monday, 7:56pm

listening to: les - childish gambino

cw: drugs, pet death, s/h (ng) below ‘keep reading’

!: minors dni

somehow i can’t seem to remember much of anything anymore. if i want to keep important dates saved i have to put them in my calendar, like anniversaries and paydays and birthdays and stuff, which i feel is normal anywayz since we’re all prone to forget, but it’s like... if i don’t write what happened in that very moment that it’s happening, i’m not gonna remember the event, yk? which is probably why i post so much on my spam abt how my day’s been and what i did and the like. even though most of it is incomprehensible, i can still understand what im trying to say, like it triggers the memory back in my brain again even if nothing is being recalled. it’s more like i remember writing about the event more than i remember the event itself, ykwim? it’s kinda inconvenient though bc i have the tendency to leave out the bad parts of the memory bc i do write these posts in a public space (regardless of how many people actually find this), so we have a mishmash of... whatever

i don’t remember much of what i did yesterday, since it was sunday and sundays i usually spend doing nothing but waiting for the next day to start so i can pass the time doing something. i don’t really have much motivation to finish school at this point, and my brain has such a hard time processing information that i doubt going back to school will accomplish anything other than making me feel bad for not being a straight-A student anymore. i tell people like it’s a party trick, “i used to be smart! i was set to go to an ivy league school :)”, which is partly true - if i didn’t fall into drugs in my junior and senior year, i could’ve very easily gone to any ivy league school i wanted to (altho knowing my mom she wouldn’t have let me gone any further than uic, considering how close it is to where we currently live).

growing up i used to be the kind of kid who just... got it. without any effort. i took those little standardized tests and finished in half an hour; my teachers would tell me to stop going so fast and to take my time, but i couldn’t stand to sit still enough to really take those tests seriously and i ended up in the highest... fucking, percentage anyway that they let me get away with it. considering that i was also the only mexican kid in a class full of white people, as well as in the “gifted” class, i would say that i did pretty well for myself up until my junior year of high school.

everything has always been kind of lonely, i think. i was popular enough, and always had huge groups of friends, but i was never really allowed to go outside to see them outside of school; i never went on play dates, unless they were cousins, never had sleepovers outside of falling asleep at parties my parents were invited to, wasn’t allowed to go out in the courtyards of the apartment complexes we were always bouncing from to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. i really only had myself to keep me company. so being isolated through all my formative years really fucked with my head. im so emotionally stunted that i can’t... form meaningful connections with others, or not ones that last very long. i form unhealthy attachments to people bc i think that i still am not used to not being alone that whenever i do find someone who likes me enough to sit alone with me, i either a) get scared of getting too accustomed to having company, and self sabotage; or b) i do get accustomed to having company, get scared of being abandoned, and self sabotage. and it’s not like i do it purposefully, its just... it’s difficult for me to be with someone like that, romantically or otherwise. does that make sense?

ANYWAYZ i don’t remember doing much on sunday; sundays are always my least favorite days of the week, along with mondays, and saturday mornings, and night time. i rely on my favorite person so much, and it’s gotten somewhat better, but i only ever really feel okay whenever i have their full, undivided attention. i’ve told them they were ONE OF my favorite people in the world, which is true, but i don’t know if they know that i meant it in the bpd way, like “no, you are my FP, and i rely on you to feel okay” which - by the way, isn’t that so???? fucked up???? in a way??? in know it’s sort of uncontrollable, in the sense that we can’t really,,,, we can’t really stop from feeling this way? we can choose who our FP is, but to an extent it is involuntary.... right? idk i don’t speak to a therapist

BACK to the my main point, the reason i don’t like certain days or times of the week and day is bc that’s when they’re the busiest, or when we’re the most out of sync, since they do live across the country and although our timezones are only an hour off, and our work-school schedule is roughly around the same time, they have other responsibilities and obligations and friends and things going on outside of me and... and i don’t really have much going on these days, to be honest. work is always the same; too short and too exhausting, and i don’t have any classes to keep me busy; all of my friends are in school studying out of state, or our schedules don’t align enough for us to talk or hang out regularly; i stopped going on dates out of boredom so i can’t fucking see anyone either that way,,, and im not really in a specific fandom or community or club or whatever to do other stuff.

i once again end up isolating from the whole world.

my guinea pig died in the early hours, alone, in her cage, after living a very long, nine years of quiet solitude. she didn’t have a cagemate, mostly because when we adopted her we didn’t know that guinea pigs were social animals and needed constant company, but we always greeted her daily, fed her and played with her and took her outside when the weather was warm or let her play in the apartment with our two other cats.

and i loved her, for how little she did and for how little i actually saw of her; she wasn’t actually my pet, she was my younger sister and brother’s more than mine, but i saw her every day when i was still in school, and i played with her and fed her and changed her water and bedding and bought her hay and food pellets and carrots and fruit. and i did end up crying sporadically throughout the day after i found out she died - im still crying right now thinking about her, to be honest. she’s lived with us for so long, and she was always a constant in our lives; if nothing was ever the same, we knew that she would always be the same: fat, squeaky, talkative, cute, old as hell. she arrived in my life, specifically, after i was discharged from a behavioral hospital for self harming, and we named her after a girl i met very briefly, whom i never formed a particularly close connection to, but her name came up when we were deciding on what to name the guinea pig and i thought it was such a cool name.

and we loved her, so much. she became a part of our unit. all throughout middle school, high school, my first two years at college she was there. and i never thought to take a single photograph of her.

there was nothing remarkable about her, and she died, and that’s that. at least she got to see the weather finally get warm again before she left. and i hope that she knew that she was loved. even if she would be too stupid to understand our feelings for her.

now im left with a sudden emptiness. and it’s not really that unbearable, compared to how i’ve felt before, but it hurts enough to make me cry without prompting.

secretly i hope someone will one day feel the same way about me, but there’s a difference between an unremarkable guinea pig and an unremarkable human - at least one of us never had anything more to accomplish than eat carrots and squeak those little squeaks that woke my mom up early in the morning before she had to be up to go to work.

#bpd vent #quiet bpd #dear diary #online diary #diary #personal diary #journal #my journal #vent under 'keep reading'#tw drugs #tw pet death #tw pet loss #tw s3lf harm #(mentioned)#non graphic #long post #started: 7:56pm #ended: 8:46pm

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tanadrin · 11 months

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Red - places which have lent their names to cheeses

Green - places which have lent their names to breeds of dog

Yellow - places which have lent their name to types of cloth

#obviously a non-exhaustive list #i tried not to include any cheeses which are 20th century marketing inventions #and no dog breeds whose place name element is very generic #like 'spanish'#also sorry this is kind of hard to read #not bringing my best graphic design skills to this one

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