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Revamped doodle of a chapter concept I've had some time now-

Sivelius the Serrated

He is a cult leader, and pretty much everything about this man, from his feathers to his mind, is lethally sharp.

His skin and feathers have an iridescent effect on them.

He is a graceful fighter, and his feathers are incredibly sharp, creating an effective and light armoring for his slender build.

He's also really tall

(And a little spoiler, these two will fight in the fic 🤫)

He's inspired by electroplate tourmaline and peacock ore

Btw, this is the old concept of the idea-

A big glow-up ain't it?

Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

I don't pray and I'm not religious, but sometimes I vaguely hope that there's some Powers That Be who may grant things that people hope for if they deem it right. Unfortunately, they're trickster gods.

I don't pray in some sense of "I deserve these good things to happen to me because I have been good", but more in a "pls permit the conditions that would let me do this, I promise watching me do it would be so fuckign funny"

I woke up in the absolute worst pain today and I retched taking my meds. I think I’m officially sick.

bald narinder

it taken me a while to figure out how to post a video here but I did it.

This is how it happened.

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Last Updated: April 30th, 2025

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they want to show you the daisy fields

Last month’s coloured sketch for Patron

Check out my PATREON ‼️

Old ass concept art of the main sentient Pandoran race. Unisex Insectoid creatures with a job system instead of genders. Farmers, Crafters, Hunters, and Guardians.

Maybe someday I’ll finish the sketch.

i sat down to write the legend of Pixie Hollow for my pixies in case it ever comes up and instead i wrote whatever the fuck that was.

I guess it kinda makes sense bc the Pixies are from Pandora, so the myth of the world's creation leads into Pixie Hollow, but still.

I was going for watership down and struck the old testament ig.

Creation of Pandora

A bible-esque telling of the myth of Pandora's creation. No beta, I wrote this in like 1 hr bc im fuckin slow and in pain

Gods of the Pantheon: Myciliatrapaconti/Pandora - Goddess of the world tree + the Planet's heart Cadallion/Camazotz/Cadaver - God of Life, Death, and Rebirth Vixxiennen/ViVi/Azzy - God of Love, Lust, Creativity, and War Qalianna/Celadon/Leif - Goddess of the Forests, Jungles, Flora, Food, and the Hunt Raxion/Symbiont/Reggie - God of Rot, Mushrooms, Medicine, Drugs, and Pestilence

In the beginning, there was nothing but Harmony. Her world barren and empty

Then she plucked a seed from her soul and planted it in her rich soils, and from it grew Life.

And her son was born.

He created mortal souls to populate the world, but with no bodies to inhabit, they stagnated became listless.

He asked his mother to fill the world with creatures, so his souls can know happiness and play.

And so she planted another seed, and from it grew Love.

Her second son was born.

He looked upon the barren lands and took the sacred soil into his hands. He mixed it with his holy blood and tears to form clay, and from it he crafted the first creatures for the souls to inhabit. All equals who lived in Harmony.

But then the bodies Love created started to wither and cry, their hearts filled with suffering and their bodies weakening.

They required sustenance to live, but the world was barren and had nothing for them but clay and soil to eat.

So life and love turned to their mother and asked her to fill the world with food for their creations.

She nodded, and Harmony planted yet another seed.

From it, grew Flora.

Upon her birth, the world burst into vibrant greenery with tall trees that bore sweet fruits and nuts, and low bushes ripe with nourishing berries. Medicinal herbs grew to heal mortal pains, and grasses grew to cushion their paws. Flowers filled the world with sweetness and color, and the mortals knew true happiness.

The world was so abundant and lush, the mortals had more than they could ever eat. And still, the greenery grew, overtaking the mortals making it harder and harder for them to gather for how dense the foliage became.

And so Life, Love, and Flora begged their mother to stem the growth to find a way to get rid of the plants the mortals couldn’t eat.

Their mother agreed, so she made a clearing and planted a final seed. And from it grew Rot.

Her final child was born.

Upon his birth, the undergrowth and leaf litter started to decay. Strands of silk spread far and wide beneath the soil, and mushrooms, and mold, and insects crawled out to devour what the mortals could not. Slowly clearing the lands of overgrowth until the mortals could breathe again.

And so gods and mortals alike breathed a heavy sigh, for the world was finally in Harmony and abundance once again. As it should be.

For a time the world stayed in Harmony, the mortals living and falling in love, multiplying as they partook of the abundant lands, with rot eating away at what they could not.

Until there wasn’t enough.

The mortals grew unhappy and cramped as they multiplied. They wanted more, but only for themselves. They hated how they had to share their dwindling resources with the other races, fighting the seasons and each other for enough to sustain their growing numbers that exploded in the times of abundance.

And so they began to fight.

And fight.

And fight.

Each battle warped their love into hatred, each wound grew deeper and deeper until Life bore something new called Death. Fires burned the dense forests and jungles, ruining their food and starving them. And in their wake, sickness took hold.

Harmony was enraged. For her utopia gave way to Discord.

How DARE her children’s creations take advantage of the utopia they were given?!

How DARE they sow seeds of chaos and strife into their harmony?!

From her rage and sorrow she bore another seed, but as it grew and as it bloomed, a child was not made, but a curse.

A darkness that warped her home and poisoned her children.

Life became Death.

Love became War.

Flora became Carnage.

Rot became Pestilence.

And Harmony became Chaos.

Her children suffered, as did their creations. She looked upon the world she created and wept.

And wept.

And wept.

Until the lands flooded. Her tears forming great rivers and creeks, pooling into lakes and oceans.

Her tears divided the lands and culled their creations, until only a handful remained.

As she wept her children looked upon their home and came to an agreement. In Chaos there is Harmony. They just had to get a little creative.

Death paved the way for new Life to blossom, culling the weak and sick and old so there's space for the young.

War made Love more intimate and special, mortals learning how to protect their partners and families and fight for the hearts of their beloveds.

Pestilence kept mortal lives short, sweet, and meaningful, allowing the corpses to Rot and nourish the depleted soils.

Carnage felled mighty beasts to nourish the living, their rotting bones allowing Flora to grow once again to feed the living.

For many years the siblings worked together to make the best of their curse, and turn it into a blessing.

And when their mother dried her tears and looked upon her world once more, all things were both in Chaos… and in Harmony.

And she was proud.

She planted her roots where she sat, embracing both sides of her children and their creations in her boughs. She vowed to keep eternal watch, and to be there when needed as either Harmony, or Chaos.

For she is Pandora. A they are her People.

wrote some fuckshite about my god ocs. dunno if i'll post it.

"myth of how the world came to be but its not actually a myth" type thing

Anyone ask for a temporary maned strickler?... 🐜💨💨💥💥💨💨💨💥💨💥💨💨

Silly fact: the mane. More consists of quill/fur/feather like fuz still can be pointy

(Design idea goes to my friend @maccarooney)

More drawings below!! vvvvv

Get well soon!

I hope it’s just my allergies and asthma rearing its head, or the DTE I accidentally breathed in last night, and not the cold my family has been suffering from. But I sure hope i do, too! Thanks 🖤

im a lil sick and i thought itd be a good idea to drink some hot tea with honey to help my throat.

so i was sipping my tea and was a lil sad thinking it was ass and wondering if i put in too little honey, only to get a massive glob of honey in the very last mouthful!

My dumb ass forgot to fucking stir my tea!!!

Panels I liked 👍

casual activities with your mutually assured destructionship

reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

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Forgive me my bare bones rp blogs, but i am five years out of practice RPing on tumblr and even in my day I never quite learned how to format a fancy system like most of the more well put together folk have. I have no interesting borders and i don't really have the energy to make icons for every expression as much as I wish I could. And as an unemployed disabled late 20-something I cant afford to commission any...

Maybe some day I can figure out how to do all that and it look natural for my characters. But until then, I'm sorry my posts are bare and uninteresting.

Tryna design clothes for my naked rats and uh…

[Transformers Until one💫] nova storm

it is really cool that there is now an official maori word for autism, created with input from autistic maoris, and it was specifically coined to be nonjudgmental

quote from article:

“In my experience, people with autism tend to have their own timing, spacing, pacing and life-rhythm, so I interpreted autism as ‘takiwatanga’, meaning ‘his or her own time and space’,” [Keri Opai] told government-funded Maori Television.

(source)

Some updates to their designs, old ones under the cut

older versions of the pixie base

With more and more Ao3 authors restricting their works to the archive (due to AI scraping), they're going to be losing guest interaction. And probably generally feeling down because. You know. AI is stealing their hard work.

So! Now is a great time to stop by your favorite authors/stories and drop them some comments! They really appreciate it!

“is this character good or bad” “is this ship unproblematic or not” “is this arc deserving of redemption or not” girl…