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mellifera38 · 10 months
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Very quick and rough sketch tonight bc this episode really threw me (and I know I wont have time to sketch this anytime this coming week).
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mewkwota · 1 year
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I have Pikmin on the brain, that Direct was fun.
I love these little guys, they’re all so cute~ ( ;* v*);
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pandorama-art · 5 months
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The Pandorama shop is open, right in time for the holiday season 🎉🎉 Thanks so much for your patience! A few items, like the winter bird stickers and the pigeon enthusiast pins, will still be restocked sometime this month, but I didn't want to delay the reopening of the shop just for those items. If you can't find what you're looking for just shoot me a message and I'll see what I can do for ya 🌼 Pandoramaart.etsy.com
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puppythinks · 3 months
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doggy in heat who entices it's owner by being all cute and cuddly till it gets on top and then completely switches, roughly unzipping their pants and taking what they want. happily bouncing on their owners hard cock as it fills them up scratching the deep itch within in them with ever movement. enjoying itself till it cums and attempts too remain on their cock when the tables are flipped and as punishment it's owner starts ramming it till it's a sobbing drooling mess full of its owners cum.
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tizzymcwizzy · 1 year
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finally finished classes and will be moving back home very soon!!! so after i recover from the fatigue of finals and moving expect some fanart maybe >:]
also me spam posting my final projects,, there's some im very excited to show yall 👀
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clumsyraccoon · 3 months
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I had a vision
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bitter-as-wormwood-13 · 3 months
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happiest short story ever written. for sale. cozy blanket. discounted
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goingghostcomic · 2 years
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I feel so impatient waiting for the first issue to come out, has it been years? I don't know. I wish i knew what all you were gonna make different so i could know if I'd like it in advance haha
Yeah, I made this blog 2 days after my birthday so September 7th it’ll be two years old. Since I have a lot on my plate and building the skills I need to make a comic it’s taking such a long time and I’m sorry about that. And I don’t want this to make anyone feel guilty or think I feel guilty, that’s not the case. I had ZERO comic skills going into this and I wanted to churn out strips immediately but didn’t have the foundation to so as my art improves and I finish up the first arc it’s going to be better then if I just tossed out my rough unpolished work.
As for differences nearly 90% of what was in the OG will make some kind of appearance just in radically different ways! It’ll be completely serialized so everything that happens will have some effect on the story or characters. And the kids do age. If it helps I can list a handful of tropes or you can ask if there are tropes you love/hate in it.
Like it includes:
Friends to lovers - literally every time except one of my five main couples and the exception is rivals to lover adjacent
I Vegeta-ed two different antagonists (they’re antagonists and they straight up just stick around long enough to befriend the main cast without changing their ways)
Sam and Paulina straight up become friends
And like a whole lot more. If you ask I can try to make it vague enough to avoid spoilers ✨💖✨
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rangergirl3 · 8 months
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When you get to the point in final-drafting your book and it’s ‘only’ 7000-8000 words, and you start talking to yourself:
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Nah, I’m super excited, I just find it pretty funny, too. I mean I spent like five years on this but I guess that tracks. :-)
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duplicate-bones · 8 months
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I’m organizing a strike against my body i did not agree to these massive badonky honkers and in response I will be taking extra good care of myself and eating well until I am healthy enough to get rid of them!! take that dysphoric depression!! >:]
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rosicheeks · 1 year
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You look like a perfect snowy day treat, a day inside where it’s warm with lots of cuddles and rough sex
❄️🥰
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thebookworm0001 · 1 year
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last line Monday
Tagged by @noire-pandora - thank you very much!!
For context, I have a post-trespasser long fic that I’m slowly working on. At one point, Ellana decides that getting some godly power of her own would likely be helpful in facing off against her ex boyfriend. She tracks down the location of an imprisoned Forgotten One. It doesn’t go as she expects.
This is one hell of a rough draft but have the first pass at dialogue:
“Just? I should hope it’s not just a kiss. That would be rather dull for all of us, don’t you think.” [oh shit feeling] “If you woulnd’t mind: a small addendum to our agreement - I give you my power, divine spark and all, and in return, you kiss me as you would him.” [he lingers on the him. It is wildly uncomfortable.] “I should think that’s a more appropriate price for what I’m offering, don’t you?”
Edit: I forgot to tag people 😅😅
Tagging: @ell-vellan @rosella-writes @oxygenforthewicked @redinkofshame @dreadfutures and anyone else who would enjoy sharing a wip!
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choccybiccy · 2 years
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a stipple fic in the making. stone’s a funky little stalker ;)
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mrpenguinpants · 1 year
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i missed u 🥹
I missed you too :D How have you been?
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some faces!!!
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worldsneverfilled · 8 months
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Unspecified Entry: Lanyry, the City of Dust-Draft 1
//This is incomplete, but I think I'm happy with it so far??? It's a start, anyway.//
The entrance to the cave is usually hidden behind a solid stone doorway. It was once known that the only sound when opening them was from the wheels on the tracks that moved them.
Inside is a long hall with abandoned carts—or what's left of them. Mainly, there are just bits of metal from the wheels and axles with bits of crumbling wood attached to them here and there. Your cloak brushes against a piece jutting out in the path, and the sound of the wood breaking off the wheel and hitting the ground is thunderous. You almost come out of your skin at the noise, going stock still in the darkness and straining your ears to hear anything coming. After several minutes of silence, you continue.
On your second glance at the carts, you notice the broken bones and fragments of metal from old jewelry or buttons that had yet to rust away. They must have been worthless to looters with the incompleteness of the pieces. Likely, they would only be valuable to a historian or a collector with niche tastes. Once you notice the first set of remains, you begin to see them everywhere. It was as though everyone died where they stood. Sometimes, once humanoid figures could be seen near the bones or by themselves. The metal rusted away to dust in many places while some were still whole. It looked as though the scrappers and looters who came through here over the eons didn't think them valuable enough to take with them.
However, as you venture closer to one, you see a solid back cube that has fallen to the ground. It was still inside the body, but the figure was mostly gone. The cube had latches on it like there might be an opening somewhere, but when you reach down to try and open it out of curiosity, it zaps you.
You jerk your hand back, shaking and rubbing at it to get feeling in your fingertips again. You wouldn't bother the cubes if you found any more.
On the sides of the broken stone road, tracks are worn into the rock, a mark of years of use. Once ornately decorated with engravings embossed with gold, a few pillars lay broken on the floor, the gold scratched out by scavengers who dared to enter the abandoned city. On one of them, it looks like it was once vines with blooming flowers. Scratch marks encircle the center of the flowers where there are pits that may have held gemstones, but with whatever was there missing, it's hard to tell what may have once filled them.
You push on until you reach the gates to the city. They've long since collapsed, and you climb the rubble to get to the other side. When you crest the crumbling hill, you finally see the rest of the cave.
Buildings in neat rows make city streets; though some have fallen, others are, for the most part, still standing. The stone structures reach toward the ceiling like stalagmites, trying desperately to meet the stone above. They've all fallen short. Only once you venture further into the city do you see what looks to be the remains of rooms attached to the ceiling. They still cling to the top, persevering over centuries. Further in, there are dwellings carved into the walls of the cavern. They're not quite as grand, but they have certainly outlasted the ones standing on their own.
You see dozens of remains, more than dozens. They're everywhere, facing one direction like they were running or forced forward from a blast. Given that the cave hadn't caved in, then maybe an explosion didn't kill them. What were they running from? Metal and bone alike were situated the same; no one was spared or facing any other direction than the way you came. They were all making for the gate. Maybe you didn't want to know what they were running from.
The streets are lined in a perfect grid; it was once neat. The designs were simple, unlike the pillars at the entrance. The shape of the stone made up the design rather than the carvings, of which there were few. Perhaps they didn't survive the wear of time.
There is what appears to be a dry fountain at the center of town, though it has a deeper pool than most. Rusting metal structures reach out from the edges toward the center, forming a ring. Something was there at one time, but you will never know what. Either thieves took it or whatever was there was an organic material that had degraded into nothingness.
You gently run your fingers over the stone wall that made what you still assume to be a fountain. There are no dusty coins in the basin, but you see the outlines of a mosaic peering through the dust and rubble. Reaching down, you try to brush some of the detritus away to see if the image beneath it is still visible. The colors are gone, and the tiles are broken. Whatever image may have graced the floor is lost now.
The loneliness and isolation in here press on you. The sound of the dead was almost deafening; still, silent, and empty. Despite your efforts, your steps still seem to echo loudly in your ears, but not enough to drown out the silence.
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