man if I gotta make bad art, it should at least be easy! But itâs not! It is also hard to make this bad art
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man if I gotta make bad art, it should at least be easy! But itâs not! It is also hard to make this bad art

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Can't believe I'm saying this but the weather is slowly changing in Gaza again and it rained quite heavily this week. Knowing this while literally 90% of Gaza's population has been displaced, many living in makeshift tents, is a terrifying thought. Since last week's rain, many people are left without a place to stay and their belongings destroyed by the rain.
The cost of tents is between $700 and $800 which is beyond practically everyone in Gaza right now. However, the Sameer Project are crowdfunding and providing these families with tents. You can help out by either donating and/or sharing their initiative with your friends and community members. Just add "tent" in the note when you donate:
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I'm really sad but heres one of my roblox Horse Life unicorns that i drew :')
Her name is Fatalis, after the species of Smilodon.
anyone play roblox horse life..
bisorse...
Enamoured with my roblox horse life horsies so heres another of Eve and a unicorn I recently caught that I named Alpine.

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Mariaelena Mariotti, Mother of the Dinosaurs, sculptress specializing in Paleoart and creatures. Walking her velociraptor mongoliensis.
instagram @motherofthedinosaurs
@pangur-and-grim
20 min sketches from flocking paleostream!! here are cambropachycope, onychodus, xenodens and lyrarapax. very out of my comfort zone, but i loved drawing them :)
IT"S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Check out my animation of the title song from Nerdy Prudes Must Die, a horror musical from @teamstarkid You can watch the FULL stage show on their youtube channel!
https://youtu.be/PG3RDdyD_GQ?si=Rhxg6asT0MMoTTXd This clip features Jon Matteson as Richie, Will Branner as Max! The story and script is by Nick and Matt Lang, with music and lyrics by Jeff Blim!
spent all day playing WEBFISHING when I was supposed to be drawing so here's a doodle to make up for it

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Patagosaurus fariasi and friends being very much Beach in the Early Jurassic of Argentina đŚđââď¸đ
AITA for telling my boyfriendâs coworkers that heâs lying about his body count?
I (35f) have been dating my boyfriend (32m) for four years. Itâs honestly been the best relationship until last Friday when it all went down. I feel like Iâm in the right, but now Iâm wondering if I overstepped.
For context, my boyfriend has been a professional Slasher for about eight months now. Heâs always really admired Cryptids, Monsters, and Nightmares so when his application was finally accepted, he was over the moon even if he was starting in a lower position than he initially applied for.
At his company, being a Slasher requires a lot of travel which we knew when he accepted the position. The end goal is for him to get a promotion to at least regional Nightmare (he wants Cryptid, but that position doesnât have a lot of turnover) but to get that he needs to be in role for at least 12 months OR meet his goals for three months in a row. Once he promotes, we plan to relocate to his new region and âstart talking about our future.â
(Side note: no this isnât about him not popping the question yet. We are both in agreement that marriage comes after financial stability. I run a small business doing scare consults and, while itâs been growing, I wouldnât call it stable yet. So neither of us are ready.)
I told him itâs completely normal for it to take a whole year before heâs ready to promote and he really should focus on adjusting to the company before thinking about next steps. I used to work for a competitor (Iâve been retired for five years now) and I know it can be hard to go from only taking the occasional human life to having to take over half a dozen a week. Itâs not a light workload, no matter how easy it looks in the movies. One of my best friends Slashes part-time and she still only averages about five lives a week despite having done it for years. Especially these days, it can be really hard to meet quota. Humans are getting smarter, no matter what the Council wants us to think.
orc mating season has begun
the half-elven halfling's village:
this is a shadow of Sky Tower, the tallest building in the city of WrocĹaw (Poland), regarded as the city's penis.
it does indeed look like one. it is also so tall and in such a flat area that you can easily see it from kilometers away. and at all times the penis shadow is cast upon the oblivious sheeple.
@official-penis-posts
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Here's the statue in case anyone else thought 'how much like a pussy could it be?'
i am in my mspaint era
I found this youtube comment and honestly,,,, true
 Underworld Duet
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âShe will follow you, if you remain true to your purpose,â Persephone said, icy and beautiful, with asphodel in her hair, and embroidered on her dress. She sat beside her husband, Hades, and looked down on Orpheus, her face utterly unreadable, âBut if you cast a single gaze upon her before she leaves the Underworld, she will be lost to you until time ends.â
âThank you,â Orpheus said, desperately grateful. His fingertips ached, blistered and bleeding as he played his plea to the gods who had no reason to give him what he requested of them. The return of his beloved wife, who had fled for her life, and lost it trying to escape. âYour Majesties, thank you. I will write a thousand songs in your honor.â
âYou had best go,â Hades said, the first words he had spoken since Orpheus arrived. âThe journey is long, and fraught with danger. It will not be easy.â
Orpheus took the dismissal for what it was, bowed again, and made his way out of the grand, dark, pillar-lined hall. Here and there, flowers sprouted up through cracks in the stone, the mark of the queen who was only here half the year, and must be dearly missed when she was gone.
Maybe his plea, and the mercy he received in return, made more sense than he thought. Surely there were none who understood the longing for a beloved spouse better than the king and queen of the underworld.
Hadesâ warning struck him, and Orpheus fought with himself, with the urge to look back and make sure Eurydice was there, following behind him. The gods were fond of their tricks and traps, but they rarely lied outright.
Well, he hoped they didnât, anyway.
On and on he went, out of the grand, black-stone palace, into the sprawling, twilight orchards beyond. It was beautiful and peaceful. Sprawling gardens filled the warm air with the scent of citrus flowers and herbs. Fireflies winked their green-gold lights everywhere, and danced in clouds around the hazy ghosts who walked and laughed together. Off in the distance, he heard music and longed to join.
But no. He was here with a goal, and everything here would tempt him, or frighten him, or try to distract him from his purpose.
And he had to have faith in Euridice. She was behind him. Persephone said she would be, and he could only trust, because to look back for her would be to lose her.
When they came to the River Lethe, Orpheus began to fear. After all, the River of Forgetfulness was no small challenge, and he wasnât fool enough to think that it would not test him, although he would, at least, not have to ford it. There was a bridge, although it was not what Orpheus might call ideal. A rickety thing of woven branches and rough wood, it cracked under his feet, but it held.
It wasnât until he made it across, that Orpheus heard a faint sound. The sound of a foot on the bridge, barely there, as if from far away, but only a step behind him.
That sound, that faint sound, gave him hope. Euridice was there. She was with him. The gods had not lied, or broken their bargain.
It also gave him an idea.
Music had gotten him this far. Perhaps it would take them just a few steps further.
His fingers ere too damaged to keep playing, but there was nothing wrong with his voice, and so, hopefully, he started on a song he wrote long ago, when he first fell in love with his wife, and heard her lovely voice.
It was a song for two, and he would be lying if he didnât admit how frightened he was, how his heart caught, when he came to the end of his verse, and hers began.
For a heartbeat, a single heartbeat, he thought she would not, could not reply, but then her sweet, warm alto filled the air, a little tense, a little afraid, but as true as ever.
Orpheus would have wept at the sound.
The song wasnât a long one, but he started another as soon as it ended, and another, and another. Together, they sang their way through Tartarus. Through the tortured, evil dead who howled around them and tried to drag him off the narrow path that sometimes faded to almost nothing under his feet. The gods had not told him what had happened if he left the path, but then, they didnât have to. He knew the legends of those who left the path.
The path turn back to a road until the sky light with flame and they came to another river, this one deep, and angry, and blazing with fire.
The River Phlegethon. The river if fire, that bordered Tartarus, and imprisoned the lost souls within.
Orpheus was glad that Euridice had started them on battle songs of coming home almost an hour before, or his courage, shaken form hours of walking through the tortured dead, might have failed him. The bridge here was stone, but as fragile, as frail, and as frightening. Pebbles rolled off the sides when Orpheus stepped onto the thin stone, and his voice broke as he stumbled to his knees. In harmony with him, Euridice gasped, but she didnât stop singing. Didnât stop promising she was there.
Together, they made it across, into the slums of the undistinguished dead.
Here, they were followed, although not closely. The dead could not touch them. Not marked as they were by Cause under the authority of the queen herself, but they gathered near, listening to the songs, and whispering amongst themselves. Orpheus raised his voice louder, afraid to lose Euridice in the crowd. She answered him, strong and clear, and only a step behind him, always.
After what seems like hours more, Orpheus found his voice beginning to give out, but he sang on determinedly, unwilling to give up when victory was so close to hand.
At last, finally, they came to the last river in their journey.
So wide he could not see the other side, the Styx spread out like an ocean, and on the shore, the sandy shore, was a single boat.
âI wondered if you would make it back this way,â Chiron greeted Orpheus with a cackling laugh that was mostly hidden by his thick beard and hood. He had ferried Orpheus across only a day before, paid with one of the three gold coins Orpheus brought with him. âThe ferry is not free, Bard.â
âI know,â Orpheus said hoarsely, his first spoken words since he left the palace. He dug in his purse and pulled out the coins he kept, carefully packed with the thinnest hope, and how proffered with more of the same. âA coin for each of us, to see us back to the land of the living.â
âNice to see one of you heroes has the sense to pack for the trip,â Chiron said, begrudgingly impressed. He took the coins and nodded to the boat. âYouâre not out, yet.â
âI know,â Orpheus agreed. It was a warning, he knew. They werenât out, and until they were, he did not dare look back. Could not make sure that Eurydice made it into the boat as well. âThank you, Ferryman.â
âGet in the boat, boy.â
He got in the boat.
On through the unmarked grey waters they sailed, with barely the lap of waves against the side of the narrow boat to show their passing.
With nothing to do but wait, Orpheus cast his mind over the many sailing songs he knew, chose Eurydiceâs favorite, another duet, and started to sing.
Chironâs laughter punctuated Eurydiceâs voice when she joined. In, on time and on key as ever.
Hours passed, as they passed songs back and forth, flirting and joking as they sang silly songs, and bawdy ones, and ones of coming home after a long time at sea.
Through it all, the Ferryman behind him never stopped chuckling. It might have been frightening, but Orpheus thought that maybe it was a compliment too. That his laughter was in celebration of cleverness that rarely crossed his path.
When they came to the far shore, the boat nudged into the sand, and Orpheus caught himself, right before he looked back to thank Chiron for his service.
âYou paid me, boy,â the Ferryman said from somewhere behind him. âdonât spoil it with thanks. Go on.â
Orpheus went.
The air was fresher, here. They were close, and now the songs shifted to those of love newly discovered. Not all were duets, but any song would be sung in harmony, and so they tangled their voices together and kept walking.
It wasnât until Orpheus felt sunlight on his face that he realized, he was out. Out of the Underworld and back where he started this daring, foolish, hopeful journey.
He went to turn, but Euridiceâs voice raised sharply, and she cut her loving song off for one of warning, a song for children, to teach them not to trust all they saw.
And Orpheus remembered.
The game was not done. Not until she took her final step into the weak, late winter sunshine.
So he kept walking. Kept singing. Kept hoping.
Until at last, the song faded, and a voice he mourned for, as hoarse as his own, spoke from just behind him.
âWeâll have to write a duet about this.â
And all Orpheus could do was laugh as he turned around, at last, to see his wife standing there, just a single step out of the Underworld, and smiling with tears of joy in her eyes.
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[my thoughts as they got on the ship] Ferryman: ⌠Orpheus: ⌠Euridice: Theeeere once was a ship that put to sea and the name of the ship was-
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Vulture the utahraptor belongs to xxRoadKillxx.
some more little raptor designs, as usual available to purchase on my kofi
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