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hightro · 2 months

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#akira toriyama #dbz #thank you for everything!#my art

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dpadstudio · 6 months

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🦉Hello there Owl Pals! Owlboy's 7 year anniversary is just around the corner, so we've queued up some of our favorite fanarts people have created for our high flying game from the past few years for you to enjoy throughout the week!

🦉Don't forget to tag @dpadstudio and use the owlboy hashtag if you want us to see the beautiful fanart you've made! Thank you so much for all the support you've given us over the years, and enjoy this little replay of some of the cool stuff you've made for our favorite little owl.

🦉What is Owlboy you ask? Check it out on Steam here!

Owlboy is a story-driven platform adventure game, where you can fly and explore a brand new world in the clouds! Pick up your friends, and bring them with you as you explore the open skies. Overcome obstacles and greater enemies, in one of the most detailed adventures of this era.

#owlboy #dpadstudio #indie games #we can't believe its been seven whole years #incredible #thank you for everything!#Owlversery

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theloveandthedead · 2 months

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Miss Sunshine

A belated Valentines gift for @smoke-and-silver

I may have gotten off topic since this is more about Bernadette's past but I still hope you like!

And forgive me if I got anything wrong about the lore! I'm still new to this fandom

Enjoy! <3

“Don’t do that,” Bernadette’s mother chided, grabbing her six year old daughter’s hand to correct the crayon’s placement. “You have to color inside the lines, sweetheart, otherwise the drawing will be ruined.

Although bewildered, young Bernadette nodded and proceeded to follow her mother’s directions, vigilant to not let a single stray line escape its border.

As she grew up, Bernadette realized how her surroundings were like that coloring book: everything in its place and any deviation from the norm would be met with firm correction.

It was expected that she would grow up to be a good, decent woman who would marry a good, decent man, and they would live in a respectable neighborhood where they would have children who would grow into good, decent individuals.

Rinse. Recycle. Repeat.

The picturesque suburbia was the epitome of orderly and mundane.

The same rows of little white houses.

The same style of neatly ironed shirts, always neatly tucked into ironed pants and skirts.

The same type of casseroles always passed around, sprinkled with neighbor gossip about the ‘hoodlums’ and ‘immoral’ outsiders of their utopia.

And no one seemed to find fault with it.

But Berndette, as she grew into her neatly destined place in suburbia, still felt that crayon in her hand.

Was coloring out of the lines so horrible?

Did everything really have to be “good” and “decent”? (By her late teens, Bernadette had developed an aversion to those words.)

So, inching her crayon out, she etched little flecks of color outside the border visible to no one but her.

The ladies at church wore white socks–Berandette sewed ladybugs on hers.

The children would play catch in the schoolyard–Bernadette would catch frogs in the creek.

Everyone listened to country and sermons–Bernadette had a hidden shoebox with blues cassettes.

The diner served their eggs bare–Bernadette would sprinkle some chili powder when no one was watching.

They were little things, but they gave Bernadette a thrill she never knew before.

Were these the ‘immoral’ activities her parents and neighbors sneered at?

But why?

Why would these little pleasures be sinful?

Bernadette tried to share her joy with her husband–a man who fit the suburbia ideal to a T–but was met with apathy and as time went on, judgment.

He judged her for a lot of things–her interests, her ‘babbling’, how much she ate, even the way she folded towels.

But he always framed it as ‘just being logical’ and that as his wife, she should just listen to him.

Just like all the men did to their wives.

Just like her father did to her mother.

And they listened because that is what a good, decent wife did.

But Bernadette felt bitter and unsatisfied.

All her youth, she had gotten her fix with faint flicks of color.

Must she, in her adulthood, continue to be content with just a toe hovering above the edge?

Couldn’t she finally break through the borders and color wherever the hell she may please?

And, as her lifelong partner, couldn’t her husband join her?

Would it kill him to step out of his box for once?!

If anything,he and everyone else were the strange ones!

But Bernadette swallowed her rage and slowly she withdrew her crayon and retreated back within the lines.

Then, during a trip to the grocery store, Bernadette noticed a flier buried underneath the MLM pamphlets.

A flier for a concert, to be exact.

“Ghost,” Bernadette read aloud, in utter awe at the masked figures and gothic artwork staring back at her.

Almost in a trance, Bernadette rushed out to her car–abandoning her grocery cart–and hastily dialed the ticket office number as her heart pounded in her ears.

Once again she stood at the border, but this time, she had buckets of paint and a pair of scissors strapped to her back.

Bernadette was on the verge of something, and she knew this concert held the missing piece.

There was no rhyme or reason to her feeling, but Bernadette knew if she didn’t go to this concert, she would be stuck inside the lines forever.

On the night of the concert, Bernadette told her husband she was off to visit her mother–the lie tasting like honey on her tongue–and he simply nodded while never looking up from his newspaper.

No “Drive safe, my love”, no kiss goodbye.

Like everyone else, their ‘romance’ was confined to chaste kisses and obligated intimacy that only ended when her husband was satisfied.

Teetering on the edge, Bernadette couldn’t help giggling as she ‘accidentally’ slammed the door behind her, and she practically flew to her car.

And as her car escaped the gates of suburbia, Bernadette felt like she could breathe for the first time.

The parking lot was already packed by the time she pulled in, but luckily she was able to find a spot without too much effort.

As she followed the crowd through the gates to the concert area, Bernadette marveled at those surrounding her.

Concert goers both young and old with their unique fashions and tastes.

Yet, they all shared one common trait–genuine happiness.

They laughed boisterously and showered their companions with affection without the restraints of ‘good and decent’.

Wild and free were the words that came to her mind.

Such foreign words to a dissatisfied member of suburbia.

But how wonderful they were.

Wild and free, yes what a lovely pairing.

Soon a hush fell over the audience as the faint strum of a guitar could be heard before the stage lit up and the band began to play.

All her life, Bernadette had attended that suburbia chapel with its beige walls and hard wooden pews that caused her younger self to shift uncomfortably, only to be stopped by her mother’s firm grip. She was expected to look straight ahead and listen to the pastor’s monotone voice, so she stared at the lone statue of Mary near the altar.

She was the Blessed Mother, the woman chosen to carry the Son of God.

So why was her face somber and her colors dull?

The statues of Jesus, the apostles, and even the angels were vibrant and resplendent, yet Mary–the most important woman in the Bible–faded into the background.

Yet this spectacle before her with the cathedral stage set and the band wearing demon masks as they played that ‘unholy music’, Bernadette knew this was true religion.

As the music washed over her, she ceased to ponder and think and instead just soaked in each ‘sermon’ with clasped hands.

Bernadette knew none of the words, yet she somehow found herself singing along with the crowd like the psalms of her childhood.

The hours flew by and as the mass drew to a close, Bernadette felt suburbia’s claws curling around her heels, and her nails dug into her palms as she clasped her hand tighter.

‘Please don’t let this end. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay!’

Then, as the final song of the night began, Bernadette felt this warmth caressing her cheek and she turned her head to find the lead guitarist staring in her direction.

No.

Not in her direction.

But at her.

And he was beautiful.

A light blush dusted her cheeks as she took in the way his shirt hugged his thin waist–was that toe curling sight humanly possible for a man?--and how he strummed his guitar like a devotee giving tribute to the divine.

But when her eyes met his, that blush became a cherry red because he fell to his knees right on stage, much to the delight of the audience.

One could chalk it up to being part of the show, guitarists often fell to their knees when getting into the music.

But this…..this felt like he was kneeling to her.

Like he was worshiping her.

Call out in the middle of the night

For when else would I hear you?

Fall out in the cold starlight

I can save you if you do

Everything faded away and all that remained was Bernadette and the guitarist.

You will never walk alone

You can always reach me

You will never ever walk alone

To others–the lyrics.

To Bernadette–a promise, a vow.

Call me Little Sunshine

Call me, call me Mephistopheles

Call me when you feel all alone

Just call me Little Sunshine

“Tell me your name.” Bernadette whispered aloud, one hand reaching out towards him. “I have to know your name.”

(“It is believed that knowing a demon’s name is a powerful weapon against evil,” The monotone pastor preached to the congregation. “By knowing a demon’s name, you have power over them.”)

The guitarist did not answer her, his gaze never wavering as the song reached its conclusion.

“Tell me your name!” Bernadette shouted over the cheers.

And, as the final notes echoed across the concert hall, the guitarist flung something in her direction and Bernadette hopped up to catch it with a gasp.

Upon opening her palms, she found his guitar pick and she gazed up to find him standing tall, his hand still outstretched to her.

Then, she heard it.

Like a lover’s kiss against her ear.

“Ifrit.” Bernadette uttered and immediately the guitarist–Ifrit–placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head.

And Bernadette’s heart fluttered as the crowd erupted into glorious applause.

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The entire drive home Bernadette was in a daze, one hand on the wheel and the other pressed to her chest with the pick warm against her palm.

When she pulled into the driveway, she sat there for a moment with a blank expression before eventually making her way inside.

The house was pitch dark–of course her husband didn’t wait up for her–so she flicked on the kitchen light and found dirty dishes left beside the sink for her to clean.

Her husband had steak, the bone licked clean on the plate beside the cutlery.

Bernadette paused for a moment, simply staring at the plate, before picking up the steak knife and making her way to the bedroom.

Her husband laid flat on his back, his jaw slack and his arm tossed onto her side.

Bernadette took a moment to just watch him, the way his chest rose and the light snores escaping his throat before raising the steak knife.

And bringing it down.

Again.

Beautiful, vibrant colors surrounded her.

With a jubilant cry, Bernadette flinged the paint across every surface until all was a kaleidoscope of color around her.

The border had been cut through.

She was free.

“I’m hungry.” Bernadette hummed, her hands soaked in blood as she dropped the knife and waltzed back towards the kitchen, the pick pulsating against her palm. “I think I’ll make myself some soup.”

#bernadette #the band ghost #smoke-and-silver #gift for the friend and love #i hope you liked it #thank you for everything!

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prince-of-red-lions · 4 months

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so hi guys! ive been gone a while. which will. unfortunately continue to happen.

as you all know i've had some cOmPliCaTiOnS recently 😭😭😭 im so sorry! things Have Happened and i won't be on anymore. NOT FOREVER! but a long time. your all so wonderful and i am TEARING UP RIGHT NOW ASHGTUJAG SORRRYASHGU. but i love you all so much i can't even describe it properly. you've all done so much for me and made me feel so loved and appreciated and im literally crying rn so sorry if this post is a mess. sorry if i got your hopes up that i was gonna be back with the last few posts, just wanted to go out with a bang yknow? but please know that i love you all so much and i've been thinking about you guys nonstop ever since i met you. please never change and never forget yourselves or your purpose. im so proud of ALL OF YOU and im so sorry to be leaving. i really am. this has been a great place to be its been REAL. its been FUN. and its been SO ENJOYABLE. i love you all so so so so so so so much. i can't put it into words. its been so nice to have place to dump my art or thoughts and your all there with nice words and funny jokes. im so grateful for you all. i know im rambling and i know this a dumpster fire but oh well. ITS ALL TRUE. IT IS. 💖💖💖💖💖💖 please know i am ALWAYS out there and ALWAYS SUPPORTING YOU GUYS and i hope you guys don't forget me. HASNGJDJSHGEUAOYTE SOBBING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

this isn't goodbye forever! i will be back one day. i promise you guys that much. this account will continue to stay up, IM NOT DELETEING IT- DW- but i will not be active. i probably won't even be able look at it. i will be back one day i swear it i SWEAR IT. i hope you guys have a lot of patience 😭

i love you all so much and never change. your all so talented and beautiful and awesome and amazing and wonderful and SO COOL AND SWAG AND SLAY. >:D I SEE ALL OF YOUR MESSAGES AND ASKS BTW! SORRY I CAN'T RESPOND TO THEM. :( im sorry i wont be here for ya'll anymore. if you guys ever get off your own tumblr accounts or smth like that, maybe you could leave a message behind so i'd know? 💀 that would be great because i want to make sure you didn't die or smth LMAOOOO. but thanks for everything guys! sorry to be such a downer on christmas. yeah sorry kinda bad timing huh? but

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TOO! I HOPE 2024 ISN'T TOO BAD FOR YA'LLS :)

#thank you for everything!#i hope ya'll will wait for me #because i WILL BE BACK #I SWEAR #rambles from the ocean #pretty epik goodbye message huh?#yeah i hope so cuz i cried 💀💀#like #a lot.#HRRRRRGGHSJAHGTEKUAJHGSJGH #i repeated myself a lot in this #but its ALL TRUE #THANK YOU #I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE STILL AROUND WHEN I GET BACK #oh no im crying again #ERTHYAUJEHJ #I CANT PUT THIS ALL INTO WORDS #AAAA

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goblinaurora · 3 months

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it's been a little time since The Event took place, but oh do I already miss pomu rainpuff, world's strongest virtual fairy from nijisanji en first wave lazulight!

she was never a kamioshi, but I always loved her passion for her otaku interests. never again will I find another Vtuber as passionate as her about maids, idols and metal gear. her pomufication spread far and wide, and her kahen sanren mix really took fans around the world by storm, exposing people like me, who weren't into j-pop idol culture, to wotagei and chants.

what do I even say about metal gear, except that her boundless enthusiasm about the franchise actually made me consider buying the games (I didn't buy them in the end because all I have is a potato laptop😭). such is the power of a 7 cm fairy!! she always made her streams fun as hell, and brought unpredictability to many collab streams as well. <3<3<3

i didn't think I would be writing a whole essay lmao, but yes, hopefully I see her again in another universe, and even if I don't, I wish her nothing but happiness, good health and success her entire life.

her very chaotic & cute personality will always stay close to me, o7 PP fairy, we are all pomu forever!

otsuPP!

#otsuPP #pomu rainpuff #we are pomu #i did cry watching her graduation stream #who would have guessed #thank you for everything!#nijisanji en #nijisanji #nijisanji 1st wave #lazulight #jo's vtuber rambling

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i-sailorstar-i · 8 months

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It’s really the end of an era. Everything ends eventually, I suppose. This one will always feel too soon.

Thank you for all your amazing work, Charles. You are a true Super Star! ⭐️

#nintendo #mario #super Mario #charles martinet #he deserves this break #but like everyone else I’ll miss him #long live the Mario king!#I thought Mario sounded a bit different in the Wonder trailer #that being said #I’m excited to hear who’s gonna be the new voice #thank you for everything!

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 2 months

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wishing the happiest birthday to one of the loveliest people on this website - you! thank you for being you and i hope that today is as special and sweet as you are <3333 and that every single wish you have comes true!!!

I just want to take the time to thank YOU for all that you have done for me today! You already gave me so many birthday treats, and now this!?! Truly I am blessed to have your friendship 💛

And though you didn't ask, you are getting a goodie bag! And if you like the stickers, please check here and here!

Celebrate my birthday with me!

#kendy i adore you #bless your sweet heart!!#thank you for everything!#🔮.the peddler plays #🔮.ask game #🔮.patchy's birthday celebration #🔮.fellow witch kendall

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beanieweanie · 2 years

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Usagi breaks in!

This mimiga OC belongs to the extremely talented @inexplicably-spookified ! I wanted to do a pose like this for awhile now, and I figured that Usagi’s personality would fit with it much better than any of the other mimiga!

@inexplicably-spookified gave me permission to use their OC and even gave me some tips on how to improve it! They make incredible art, and if you enjoy CaveStory (or great art anyways) then they are a must see!

They are one of the people who really inspired me to improve, and even though I still have a long way to go, I’m still excited to see what the future holds!

I’m not exactly proud of the colors or line work on this piece, but at least I still got to use the pose I wanted 😅 I think I definitely need to start working on motion lines and how to portray motion better!

If you have any criticisms of any kind, I’d love to hear them because I want to improve. Also, if you have any suggestions on how or what to draw, they are greatly appreciated. I hope anyone who happens to find this has a good day!

#sketch #open to suggestions #constructive critism welcome #drawing improvement #drawing #advice #colored pencil #traditional drawing #cave story #art improvement #mimiga #usagi #bunny Friday #oc #thank you for everything!#off to the next piece!#my art

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squishablesunbeam · 1 year

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There are 200 of you!!?!! How did that happen!?

My little baby blog of whumpies feels so loved! And damn near half of you came around since my little Palette asked to be seen in this tumblr world!

Thank you all so much for the love and for inspiring me so much every single day! The Palette never would have gotten past "whumpee" if not for you all begging for some caretaker love for this sweet boy! And then Mark was born and the palette found a name 🥰 I can't thank you enough for your engagement and love for my little story and for those that come for the whump! I love you all!

You are just the best!

😘♥️🥰

#so many of you!#thank you for everything!#the palette

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iralibis · 2 months

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[RESULTS] Iralibis' Multidimensional BIG Raffle

Thank you to everyone who joined the raffle! As mentioned in the post, this was a raffle that was done on my Instagram, Twitter, and Deviantart as well, so all entries were pooled together.

Winners were chosen randomly with a random name picker. All individuals are only eligible for one prize. If you were pulled for one prize, other entries were removed.

I wanna say thank you to everyone for all the support these past years! It's been a rough couple of months, especially in terms of creating art and having things to post. So I really do appreciate those that have stuck around despite the drought of no content!

Completion of prizes will take a moment due to heavy workload, especially if you're a winner of the larger prizes. So I really appreciate y'alls patience and understanding! Please refer to my Trello for updates on the progress of your prize.

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THIRD PLACE WINNER:

@pitohuifeathers

Prize: Half Body Sketch

SECOND PLACE WINNER:

@/mhere0919517 (Twitter)

Prize: Full Body Drawing

FIRST PLACE WINNER:

@/XxPurpleHedgieXx (DeviantArt)

Prize: Animated Half Body Drawing OR Basic Rigged Half Body Vtuber (Does not include hand rigging)

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Congratulations to all the winners, and thank you for everyone's support! If you did not win this time, please look out for more spontaneous raffles in the future!

NOTICE: Winners, please send me a DM on any of my social medias to claim your prize! If I do not hear back from you in 24 hours (March 2nd, 12:00PM MST) a new winner for that prize will be chosen.

Thank you for reading and sticking around!

#Thank you for everything!#Thank you for entering!#I really appreciate it I know how dead this account can be and how there's been a lack of content but I still really appreciate y'all!

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evansuvamp · 3 months

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