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Just some superbat doodles bc they’re so cute 😩
바보세마리
this is my son ben, short for benthic sediment
and this is my daughter callie, short for calcareous ooze
#can't forget Mary short for Marine Snow
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i thought of another. their cousin ally short for alluvial deposit
This piece has been rotting in my art folder for months now and I finally figured out how I Wanted to color/render Dinraal.
I want to make a piece for each of the dragons, so consider this part 1 of the set.

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movie howl vs book howl (i like both of them)
movie: soft depressed boi who looks like an angel in bed
book: *making sick-person noise and pretending to die in hopes to catch sophie's attention*
@merthurmicrofic prompt: exile Word count: 1232 words Written as a follow-up to my hole microfic, which will add context, but it's not mandatory reading :)
In the little hut in the middle of the secluded wood, Merlin forwent sleep, peace, and sanity in favour of working by the guttering candlelight to save his dying friend.
There was a hole in him, where there ought not to be one; and so his friend, who was Arthur, lay sweating and bleeding in his bed, where usually there was only Merlin, or some incidental crumbs.
Merlin could handle the exhaustion of a sleepless night, and he’d long ago learned to quiet the anxious ruminations he’d suffered working over the ailing and the crippled as a young physician in training; yet even as he took deep and fortifying breaths, he could not quell the trembling in his fingers as he drew the needle meticulously back and forth through Arthur’s skin.
It was too reminiscent of that night nine years ago, when Arthur had lain just as he did now, clammy and ashen-faced, upon the field of Camlann, with the wound from Mordred’s sword in his side.
With the sutures pulled into a neat row, Merlin sat back and mopped Arthur’s sweating brow. He felt for Arthur’s pulse in his neck, and felt it beating there, slow and steady, for a long time against his fingers. The dwale had taken hold of him, and he slept almost peacefully, as if he were merely resting, and hadn’t almost bled to death all over Merlin’s bedclothes.
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The sun had just crested over the browning elm, its light shining on their half-naked and shivering limbs, by the time Arthur woke. Merlin was rising from stirring the stew over the hearth when he noticed the eyes on him. He froze, and the stare that passed between them could not have been broken by holy flood nor hellfire.
“Merlin?” Arthur rasped. He made to sit up and grimaced, clutching his side.
“Don’t move,” Merlin said, bustling over to him. “You’ll pull your stitches.” With a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, he helped guide him back down; then he stood back.
Merlin had long grown used to the quiet: the days filled with nothing but the sounds in the trees and his own absentminded humming, but now, with the familiar eyes looking up at him, the silence was oppressive, and he felt the urgent need to fill it.
@merthurmicrofic {} prompt: Exile {} words: 135 (on the dot *chefs kiss* great number) {} I actually really like this. I don't do short and concise very often but I feel when I do I do it well yk (let me have this) {}
How had it come to this?
Deep down, he supposed he knew. And deep down, perhaps he may have considered this outcome.
Uther sank back in his seat, accepting the fate that would soon befall him.
"You shouldn't have exiled Arthur," Morgana mused, tipping the rest of his wine into a plant. He watched as it shriveled to a dry, blackened wisp. "He always loved you more."
Air refused to reach his lungs as he tried to justify his actions. Pointlessly explain himself despite the facts.
"But...I suppose not more than he loved Merlin," Morgana turned back to him with an amused glint in her eyes. Something lurched inside of Uther's chest and he couldn't tell if it was disgust or his failing heart.
"Don't worry. I will welcome them both back with open arms."
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Voidfish Duet
Cross stitch pattern and embroidery notes | $10
Handmade | $35 (base price)
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[image description: a photograph of a cross stitch piece. “Story and Song” is stitched in capital letters that are colored in a gradient from green to blue to purple. To the left of those words are two jelly fish, one large and one small. The large one is dark blue with purple tendrils and the small one is bluish green with green tendrils. They both have stars inside their bells, and their tendrils become wavy lines that turn into a line of sheet music underneath “Story and Song.”]

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the term "child soldiers" gets used a lot in regards to animorphs and they are soldiers that are children but i don't know if elfangor breaking the law and telling them to protect their planet before getting eaten counts as officially being enlisted by the andalites. if you wanna be technical about it, they're not child soldiers, they're children engaging in covert guerilla warfare without any official orders and they're better at this than the majority of the actual army that's allegedly fighting the yeerks because they're driven by soul-crushing pressure, responsibility, and guilt. which is immeasurably tragic for them and incredibly embarrassing for the andalites
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Some Bruce sketches
oh man how am i gonna add whimsy to my yard
the humble garden gnome:

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new kind of guy dropped
he's unironically 100% correct and i will hear nothing against him
As a Greek, in response to the current controversy about Matt Damon being cast as Odysseus, I'd just like to share that one of the moments that changed my brain chemistry as a kid was reading a novelized version of the Odyssey and coming across the following description of Odysseus when Circe sees him for the first time and thinks he's hot: "his hair curled like a clematis and his eyes were very brown".
So may I present my own casting choice for Odysseus:
Excuse me???
you are right and you should say it.
Is this the face of a man who would put his own infant in front of a plow to avoid going to war?
Absolutely not
You know who would try that shit?
Is this the face of a man who would defy the very gods to get home to his wife?
You know who would defy the gods just to show he could get away with it?
The last thing Penelope's suitors ever see: