I Made These As A Way To Compile All The Geographical Vocabulary That I Thought Was Useful And Interesting

I would really like this trend of donation scammers sending anons to stop. I block them yet they still send anons. It's very annoying.

i love it when he sits like this. boy what are you doing!!!

his ass does NOT know how to sit criss cross applesauce!!!!

art by jakei

Remember kids, Nazis don't deserve their kneecaps.

Also if any of these are incorrect pls lemme know

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

Week 8 - Waking Up Dead

Creator: me :)

word count: 478

notes: Implied character death.

Basically, sometimes Cross has dreams that he’s living in a past timeline, and wakes up after he died in that timeline, and he’s unsure of his reality for a moment.

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He gasped, sitting up straight as he started at the empty training room.

He remembered taking a seat, just for a rest, but he must have fallen asleep.

“Damn it,” Cross groaned, trying to stand up. “I forgot to stretch.” He was sore. 

But that was just a distraction. A distraction from the countless lives he just witnessed. Memories he didn’t experience. Times he never lived. Moments he never saw. 

Deaths he never really felt.

How many timelines were there? At least ten… right?

Each time… he was overwritten. Sometimes painlessly, suddenly, without his knowledge. Other times though… not so much.

He was not hurt. He didn’t feel pain, but dream-Cross didn’t know that. Dream-Cross felt that pain. Felt that fear. Saw the blood. Witnessed the death. Faded into nothing. 

Even when he woke up, completely physically fine, everything within him was screaming something was wrong. Something wasn’t functioning. Something shouldn’t be.

He shouldn’t be alive

He just died.

Or at least… that’s what he thought.

But looking around, trying to remember his techniques, the more he saw that wasn’t true.

The training dummies, the powered off lights, his own hands, the windows leading to the rising sun, his daggers tossed away on either side of him.

His light weight training clothes, the training room floor beneath him, the cold concrete wall behind him, his soul beating in his own chest.

Pots and pans clanging in the distance. Killer’s loud voice occupying it. The sound of his own breathing.

The reminisce of dirt and dust lingering in the air, faint hints of breakfast wafting in.

Blood.

He could taste blood in his mouth.

Wait….

No he didn’t.

That was morning breath. 

He needed to wash up, a new day had started already.

Cross sat there a moment more, replaying what he thought was reality, over and over again in his mind.

He was dying. He did die. Didn’t he? Countless times. Over and over. Timeline after timeline.

Those were him dying.

He wasn’t just dreaming. He was remembering.

He did die. He has died. He was dead.

But… then how could he see the training room get flooded with light so easily as the sun peeked over the horizon. Feel the dirt between his fingers as he was reminded it was chore-day today. Nightmare walking downstairs to the kitchen in the old, creaky castle. The reminder of the old fluff that he tore out of the dummies last night. A reminder he went to sleep last night. 

And he woke up again this morning.

He wasn’t dead.

He was alive.

He was living.

And he had to live today.

He groaned, getting up, sore all over. He steadied himself in the wall and dissipated his daggers. 

He gave another deep breath, before he walked.

Walked away, out of the training room, and into his life.

He was alive.

My gift to you guys. It was a raffle piece to celebrate a follower milestone. One which we long passed. To everyone who has been here a long time and everyone new, THANK YOU. Thank you for all the kindness, love and support. For making my days brighter. For spoiling me 24/7. For being the most wholesome community. ALSO THANKS TO EVERYONE THAT KEPT ME COMPANY WHILE I STREAMED THE PIECE FROM START TO FINISH. Y'all are the best. I hope this will make a lot of you happy and that it was worth the wait. To everyone who didn't manage to get picked, I hope it won't make you too sad. I love you all and see you. Original 6875 x 4861 image can be downloaded HERE.

Cue the 44 character credits (in no particular order, under the cut):

(idk names of OCs, sorry gang) Tear - by the scariest Eri you have ever seen UF!Papyrus - @/underfell @somehhuuuhh , @lucasisverycool01 , @radicalrainbow , @imaginary-regret-608 , @melthedrago , @real-ink-demon , @talltelltale , @hexscode , @zafirreja111 , @dekaryomenharuchiyo, @sobredunia , @epilepzia , @eluxurexisrandom , @onestrangefeather , @8thekat , @paintedmadness , @warriorstale001 , @awa-the-skeleton , @raining-rays , @killersansfrfr , @kuruka1559s , @nandosplush13 , @thehumanofjustice , @thatguynamedgreg , @zechiki , @comiverse , @marisunshine903 , @alisaretter , @askmistaketalesurgesans , @0p1er0 , @redlightning28 , @aurora-starlight-silly , @silverryu25 , @me-paina , @kyranunleashed , @debossmoo , @quick-drawl-mcgrawl , @mafia-fish , @necroliberty , @loomingcastle Credits to people with deleted blogs > @i-am-in-the-mind-fuck , @trash-kitty36

Idk why I find this so funny. I have been battling my program whole day. Everything around me is saying 'no' to the drawing. Biggest canvas I ever did.

friends asked me to draw a bee with a binky here you guys can have it too

heard someone say archive of our own should install a "dislike" button and I thought I should say this: no, there's absolutely no need for archive of our own to install a "dislike" button.

why? because archive of our own isn't tiktok or youtube or twitter/x where users can monetize their content. archive of our own is a nonprofit site run by fans for fans, which means every content — every fanfic — you see on archive of our own was made out of pure love and passion from the artists/authors.

ao3 authors write because writing about these characters is their happiness and passion. they write for themselves, but they were generous enough to share with you their creations.

they're not "content creators" the way tiktokers or youtubers or instagram models are. they don't "make content" for views and engagements that can be monetized.

so no, you don't get to "grade their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "say what you dislike about their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "dislike" works that are not made specifically to please you in the first place. you're just a guest in someone's house, a house in which they let you in because they were kind, you don't get to roam around their house and say what you dislike about their furniture. you don't get to roam around their house and say you "dislike their house".

of course, you can have your opinion about the house its host invites you in. but if it's a negative one and you find yourself not liking the house, the polite things for you to do is excuse yourself and leave without telling them you dislike their house.

and just because you personally dislike the house doesn't mean the house is "ugly" either. the house you dislike could be a favorite, most luxurious place to many others.

my point is, don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that you get to enjoy for free. don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that were made out of love and passion — things the artists made for themselves for fun.

it makes you look like an entitled jerk with main character syndrome. the universe does not revolve around you.

now repeat after me: don't like don't read. no one forces you to continue reading a fic you don't like. quietly leave instead of being rude to authors who write for free because writing is their source of comfort.

people are so used to contents that were made because it's a trend / contents like tiktok that were made with the main purpose of reaching high engagement and making profits that they forget sometimes things can be made out of love and be made just for fun. sometimes things are supposed to just be for people to enjoy, and if some people don't enjoy them, then they can simply leave without being unnecessary unkind.

Seven Deadly Skeletons (my wip bad sanses dating sim) does have a discord server that I plan to reopen to yall but im gonna wait until i get a good amount posted here and some more feedback/audience before i release the link again

so stay tuned if you wanna join the community and get cool sneak peeks in the development and talk to me and other cool people WOOHOO

if you wanna help get it out faster you should totally repost my stuff and share it around so we can revive this project again that would be so cool of you oOoo you know you want to🌀🌀🌀

This is an awesome story. Don't give up practicing your art, AI could NEVER match it.

This machine kills AI