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do not start gambling. go outside and locate a bug. now post it on inaturalist. bam. nature's gacha game

MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE

current wip of this tarot card piece im working on for watcher! i am so tired of working on it but im so proud too

#im curious if anyone can guess the flower symbolism #also this piece is very ambitious for me bc it has 3 things i hate #1. rendered liquids #2. plants #3. embellishments #watcher #my art #dnd character #dungeons and dragons #tarot card #tarot #dnd character art

bogcreacher

five hundred dogs

espikola

great-and-small

Don’t mind me just thinking about the hole in the middle of the United States where Chipping sparrows refuse to fuck

great-and-small

myuminji

wha compilation doodle 4

#i wholeheartedly agree with needing to see them flustered this is beautiful #witch hat atelier #olruggio #qifrey #orufrey

jayevrd

witch kitty pile :]

corrosivehater

We put our cat down today. I loved her very much and she was very old - she had what I think were liver spots on her ear, which I hadn't really had a chance to study until she was sedated at the vet. I miss her, in the sense that I am glad she is no longer suffering, but I wish she were still here, literally, even though she is dead, which is a hard thing to wrap my head around. Anyway. Sometimes we find emotional truth in difficult times. Have part of my molly/yasha story, written just now, while I sat in my office chair, everything more absurd and horrible than it was this morning.

#oh I feel ill #this is so beautifully written #you captured the emotion so well I'm actually tearing up rn while moving out #holy shit this is amazing 💚💚#mollymauk tealeaf #yasha nydoorin #mollymauk #yasha #critical role #the mighty nein

do you think mollymauk learning about the calamity was like telling a coma patient about 9/11

#cause like he didnt know Anything. i feel like it's similar #like it had to have happened #or maybe like doomsday???#idk give me ideas #mollymauk tealeaf #cr mollymauk #the mighty nein #critical role #rambles #dnd

doodle-list

Welcome to the Mighty Nein Bakery!

semi based on the fic "Labor of Love" by OMGItsgreen because I love that fic

alonesomes

“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

— Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)