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oneleggedgiraffe · 4 months
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[Another apathetic Epitaph] [I think my marble heart is gonna break in half]
(100 epitaphs - ferry)
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wormspoodle · 1 year
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epic “once in a lifetime” talking heads music video reference amiright guys
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blusuri · 3 months
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Bird man go weee
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allmightyscroll-swag · 6 months
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ART DUMP ALERT!!!
I know people most likely follow me exclusively for my TMNT art, so here's some Donnie's;
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BUT!!!!
surprisingly, that's not what I spent all my days making. So here's some of my other beloved guys (could also call this a bit of an introduction??)
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^
Huáng Líng, one of my Lego Monkie Kid OCS I'm now transitioning to have an original story instead
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Scroll, (it's a long story why she shares my username) my beloved little blorbo. My angst fest. Absolutely devastated over her story why did I fuck her up so bad girl get therapy please
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And these two are warrior cats OCS turned original, probably the story I'm most attached to purely because of how long it's been cooking up in my head. I'd love to make a comic about them eventually, but I don't have enough storytelling skills for that yet
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gladumfdoodles · 6 months
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//Can you keep a secret?
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sluggydrabbles · 3 months
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FLUFFBRUARY 8 - PRIVATE TRADITIONS / THE PERFECT GIFT
It started the night after Palamedes officially became Master Warden. It was their first night in the Master Warden’s quarters and they were in awe of the luxury. There was so much space and Palamedes’ bed had two pillows. There were so many extra blankets and interesting pieces of furniture—they had a couch and two chairs! A private dinner table and a small coffee table by the couch! All for them! What did two people even need with that much furniture?—that they did what any kids would do after achieving something they worked hard on and also being unsupervised in a space all to themselves. They built a blanket fort.
The construction was basic—just a blanket thrown over the dining table and a nest of pillows underneath—but it served its purpose. They giggled and talked about all of their plans and silly ideas until they fell asleep, curled around each other.
After that, their days were filled with meetings and paperwork and trying to get people to take Palamedes seriously, and there was little time for childish things like blanket forts.
But on the anniversary of their first night, Palamedes came back to the room to see Camilla stripping the blankets off of the beds.
“Cam? What are you doing?” He asked as she tossed the pillows into a pile.
“We’re building a blanket fort,” Camilla said as if it were obvious.
And so it became a yearly tradition. It became something they anticipated and planned for, stocking up on snacks in the days prior. The architecture got more complicated over the years, adding more furniture, couch cushions, even books to hold things in place. Collapses were common as more ambitious designs failed, interrupting their conversations and forcing them to fight their way out of a mess of blankets, laughing and mocking each other the whole while.
When they were alone under the blankets, insulated from the outside world and responsibilities, they didn’t need to be “the Master Warden and his Hand, leaders of the Sixth House”. They could just be “Cam and Pal, best friends”. The Master Warden and his Hand were too busy to joke around, too mature to whine and complain, too serious to imagine ridiculous hypotheticals, and they definitely weren’t supposed to exchange giggly, tentative kisses as they lay in each other’s arms.
After the night was over, they would return to the life they had chosen, but one night a year, they could just be.
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papertowness · 3 months
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why are we here . just to suffer ? every day james wilson is fictional and i can’t give the bridge of his nose a little kiss
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ultrapeachyking · 10 months
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This I guess
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glassartpeasants · 1 year
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SUDDENLY I CAN'T READ
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No i am Not reading that. I will die in curiosity. I will not get my heart broken bc your corpse kissing ass will Not write a happy ending for that I know it therefore I am now Blind™
SUDDENLY I CAN'T READ
SUDDENLY I CAN'T READ
WHEN DO I EVER WRITE HAPPY ENDINGS?! AND YOU LEAVE MY HUSBAND OUT OF THIS AND GO PICK UP YOUR TRASH RAT THATS RUMMAGING THROUGH THE GARBAGE CAN!
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blurring-ramblimgs · 4 months
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Location: Former human homeworld, 2.4.8
Log Recorder: Nuahm of Addouu
The humans are gone. By gone I mean disappeared. They vanished oUt of thin aiR, every record, every trade deaL, every single item originating from their homeworld. Gone.
Even them.
Their planet, their solar system. That entire edge of the galaxy, trimmed away from existence. A black square of void, an even stretch of light years upon light years of space. Gone.
Many report having experienced loss of memory, or trouble recollecting what happened between star dates 117233.6 and 117233.8. One hour. In exactly one hour an entire part of our galaxy disappeared right under our noses. To add to that, extremely horrifying idea, I must mention and bring to attention that this lack of our edge of space’s most vital trading partner, was not noticed for approx FIVE of my home planet’s rotations around our star. Five. (Note: one rotation translates to two halves of Earth’s Sol rotations) The only reason anyone would have noticed was due to the Eloi’stkuuh’tgaunboteon, or as many species have taken to nickname them, Nun’cyna
The Nun’cyna are the only ones who remain unaffected by whatever erased the Human’s from this plane of existence. (Note: That even Nun’cyna hybrids with neighboring kin species remain semi-aware of Humanity’s former presence in the galaxy.) This species notified the Collective Whole the moment they noticed something was wrong. Or that’s what they’re telling the reporters. Perhaps it is a translation error, but they do keep mentioning something. The translators often title that something as Giaginae. As if we’re supposed to know what Giaginae is. 
The Nun’cyna have taken it upon themselves to tear through every piece of historical media the older space traveling civilizations have. No one’s taken to stopping them yet, there’s no reason to, really. Not when even the Nun’cyna are forgetting what they’re looking for with every new generation. Eventually this.. Bigger problem will come to an end, a blip forgotten within the texts of Time. Perhaps it is better that way, to remain ignorant of whatever is powerful enough to devour an entire expanse of space.
 After all, as we humans say, Ignorance is bliss.
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all-erased · 7 months
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i actually love how this turned out...
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an-ungraceful-swan · 1 year
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Rayni aria fic :)
@raeny-nights-and-faery-lights @sofia-not-sophie @arson-anarchy-death @thefoxysnake @aphelea @fandomsareforlife @squishmallow36 @xanadaus
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deadduvznap · 1 year
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I farted so loud my roommates heard it is 2 am -💀
HELP ???? HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN ??? bros farts are so loud it wakes up the neighborhood
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tirednerd2012 · 2 years
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So... I'm super sad right now and also really stressed, so I will be locking myself in my room for the remainder of the day so if anyone has any more headcanons they'd like to send, feel free! I'm working on the 4 more in my ask box right now!
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amygdalae · 3 months
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Me in 2018: I can't thirst post that's embarrassing
Me now: I know he nuts loud and abundant
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deadeery · 2 months
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whips my neck so fast u hear an audible crack. did someone say dungeon meshi
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