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ORIGINAL PILLOW PETS

My scene juicy bling

2007

redesign of two characters i made like 6+ years ago :O sadly i didnt find any old art of them yet but i know i still have some somewhere 😭😭

in case it's hard to read; the fish guy is called Cas and their jellyfish friend is called Merlin!

Cas stranded on an island long ago and lost almost all their memories in the process, Merlin is polluted. I haven't yet decided how they found each other thoo

icon of @tuymoths character Nova! this is oldish but not really.. i like the rendering i did here

photos i took while playing Animal Crossing! first pic is from Wild World, the rest is from Happy Home Designer! ACWW is one of my biggest comfort games, it was the first game that ever belonged to me only back when i was a kiddo :o)

“Glass pools”

Monster High Nostalgia

Recently I've had the most nostalgia for monster high. I'm not really an active member of the fandom, but recently I've been seeing a lot of new things on the topic. As a kid my favorite character was always Draculaua (probably because she's pink). So with all the nostalgia I gave in and did some fan art.

So, I tried to draw a view from my old home in the style of a painting that came with the house.

Among the stars on a Friday afternoon (2022)

I remember October when it was cold... I miss trick or treating in a nice costume, this isn't normal. I hope more people start to realize it shouldn't be like this...

The taste of cold fries and sweet ketchup reminds me fondly of my grandma. A McDonald's stop on the way to her house. A seat at the Little Tike's plastic table. The smell of cigarettes.

Distant conversation hums from my mom to her, and her to my mom. A sweet tune from a carpet cleaning commercial plays on the TV. A fudge ice cream bar is waiting for me in the freezer. The porch swing outside will accompany us as we're completing a midwesten goodbye.

I was fourteen when my grandma passed away. She never knew much about me, and truthfully, neither did I about her. But this feeling- a day at grandma's- lives in solidarity within me. And sometimes when my fries get dipped in ketchup, or when I pass by a lighted cigarette, a hint of warm nostalgia passes me through.

The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (2004) dir. Stephen Hillenburg

I made a quiz. RB with who you get!

Forget zodiac signs, what Bikini Bottom house are you?

One of the best and most nostalgic animes for me is #inuyasha One of the funniest, and most memorable things about the show is how much they would scream eachother names. 😂 KAGOME!!!

@anime-and-sometimes-other-stuff for more animation/cinema content.

Reminds me of the river next to where I grew up

16JAN2020

2020 is that one guy you know who has to take everything up to 11

DyoudiM on twitter :D

I thought this art looked super cool!

I bring more DyoudiM art !

You can buy their art prints on this link!

I forgot what the artist name was but HOLY COW DO I LOVE THEIR ART

I Found the artist! Courtesy of @rottedeldritchhorror

“The artist is DyoudiM btw! I found out about them through a super eyepatch wolf video about liminality lol”

I WATCHED THE EXACT SAME VIDEO TOO!

Howls moving castle will never not be magical

“Rain & the Woods”

Just a small drabble. Hope you enjoy!

It was raining heavily. Sofia cursed. She is cursing herself for not bringing the umbrella. If she had brought it, she could at least get out of the fucking car and call someone for help. But alas! Here she was, stuck in the Goddamn car! She couldn’t think how on earth her car had to get stuck in the heavy mud and make herself stuck as well in the middle of nowhere. Her mind was blank, she couldn’t think of anything to do. At that very moment, there was a knock on the window. Someone was standing beside the window, Sofia could see their blurry figure. She opened her window gratefully. 

“Hey, Uh…I’ve been watching the car here for some time. Thought you might need some help since it’s raining very badly you know”, said the guy. The guy was very tall and handsome. He was fully drenched in the rain. There was something really charming about him being wet. Sofia found it really attractive. She kept looking at his face when  he coughed. Being embarrassed, Sofia replied, “Oh hi, umm.. Yes, you see I actually need help because my car got stuck in the mud and I can't move because of that”’. He went to the bottom to see what was wrong. After he got up he said with a sweet little smile, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out of this trouble”. After finishing the sentence, he winked. Sofia’s heart just skipped a beat. That smile, that wink! How can a guy be this sweet and hot at the same time? Am I dreaming? Is my tiny little brain trying to comfort me because I'm in huge trouble? But, why did the brain have to come up with something this cool? Uff, I’m gonna be so miserable if I find out that I’m actually imagining the whole thing. 

“You’re good to go now I think. Will you check if you can start the car or not?”

 “Yeah, yeah sure”, Sofia tried to start her car, being shocked. And the car got started. How on earth did he fix it so fast? What did he do? Is he a wizard or something? 

“So. It's fixed”, he said with that pretty smile of his. 

Sofia, being surprised as hell, tried to open her mouth to say something. At that time he said, “No need to thank me. You just needed someone to help you. So, I appeared out of nowhere” he said and smiled broadly this time.

Sofia had never been impressed this much by any guy she met. 

“You’re really very sweet. What’s your name?” She managed to ask.

“Yeah, right. Well, I’m Atlas, at your service ma’am. If you ever need my service again, do care to visit me here sometimes.”

“Here? In the woods?”

“Yes, here in the woods.”’

By saying that he smiled again and went away. Sofia felt the urge to go after him. Ask him so many questions because he left her confused as hell. Was he really a wizard? Or like my guardian angel? Even if he is, he is cute. Sofia blushed and went away thinking maybe she’ll come away someday and see what happens.  

I got my first tat when I was 18. Gave my full back to my brother who had just started his tattooing career. Years later, my immune system ate up most of the ink and dulled its vibrancy (esp the yellow). Now I’m having to touch up something that’s already incomplete (free tats aren’t exactly easy to schedule =P). My brother’s work has improved exponentially, but I don’t regret giving up a large canvas to his nascent talents.

It made me look back on my early adulthood. My earliest romance with poetry. In fact, this phoenix was largely inspired by one of my favorite poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, which I hadn’t revisited in years.

Hope it inspires:

Eight People on a Golf Course and One Bird of Freedom Flying Over

The phoenix flies higher & higher

above eight elegant people on a golf course

who have their head stuck in the sands

of a big trap

One man raises his head and shouts

I am President of Earth. I rule.

You elected me, heh-heh. Fore!

A second man raises his head.

I am King of the Car.

The car is my weapon. I drive all before me.

Ye shall have no other gods.

Watch out. I’m coming through.

A third raises his head out of the sand.

I run a religion. I am your spiritual head.

Never mind which religion.

I drive a long ball. Bow down and putt.

A fourth raises his head in the bunker.

I am the General. I have tanks to conquer desert

And my tank shall not want. I’m thirsty.

We play Rollerball. I love Arabs.

A fifth raises his head and opens his mouth.

I am Your Master’s Voice.

I rule newsprint. I rule airwaves, long & short.

We bend minds. We make reality to order.

Mind Fuck Incorporated.

Satire becomes reality, reality satire.

Man the Cosmic Joke. Et cetera.

A sixth man raises his gold bald head.

rm your friendly multinational banker.

I chew cigars rolled with petro-dollars.

We’re above nations. We control the control.

I’ll eat you all in the end.

I work on margins. Yours.

A woman raises her head higher than anyone.

I am the Little Woman. I’m the Tender Warrior

who votes like her husband. Who took my breasts.

A final figure rises, carrying all the clubs.

Stop or I’ll shoot a hole-in-one.

I’m the Chief of All Police. I eat meat.

We know the enemy. You better believe it.

We’re watching all you paranoids. Go ahead & laugh.

You’re all in the computer. We’ve got all

your numbers. Except one

unidentified flying asshole.

On the radar screen.

Some dumb bird.

Every time I shoot it down

it rises.

lately, when I think of summer, I think of

being sixteen and overgrown backyards with their old fences and rusted latches that were no match for graceless feet and hands.

warm evenings spent on balconies with our backs pressed to brick or iron, old wood and secrets splintering between us.

breathing in chlorine and lilacs under the rustling shade of a maple tree, and wondering how long you’d smell like home.

long drives and old forts and even older rivers, and the way our legs dangled off the edge of the locks, palms pressed to concrete instead of together.

roadside restaurants and souvenir shops and the way we shared sodas and honeysticks, tasting each other the only way we knew how.

the way you said, “this was fun” and “I’m glad we met,” and the way I asked, “will I see you again?” and all you could do was smile.

lately, when I think of summer, I think of you.

tracking mississippi mud along the richelieu river

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if we're assuming that this page was written the morning after they defeated bill then happy 10 years of that triangle fuck being dead!! Woooooooooo!!!!!!