Since Ur Open For Reqs, May I Request Some Doodles Of Little Cats Please? Thanks :3c

the scrunkly

Asra Alnazar is not the asshole!

WIBTA if I messed up the count's ritual on purpose so I could bring my partner back to life?

I (20sX) am a mage hired by the count (30s-40sM) who rules over my region to help find a cure for a plague that has been dooming all of us for quite a while.

There have been many victims of the plague, including my (soon no longer) deceased partner, and the count himself. As he grows more desperate, he asked me to perform a ritual involving the major arcana (like, the actual figures represented by the cards) which would transfer his soul and conscience to The Fool's body.

However, I have a better idea. What if I used the ritual to resurrect my partner instead? I mean, it's a selfish thing to do, but to do it for the count would be equally selfish thing on his side, and besides, he was the one who brought the plague here and no one actually liked his snobby, selfish ass, so.. would I really be the asshole if I were to bring my partner back to life by messing with the ritual and let that count die?

Finished Red Dragon yesterday B)

tried to make a doodle of that one teacher of mine. he looked a little younger than he actually is but I'm still pretty proud of this.

Farewell, my dear, farewell.

Rest in peperoni Nico!

The internet archive is under attack

https://twitter.com/internetarchive/status/1545437753873244161?s=21&t=U7BfkxZAswPfBBOWQQ_qeA

https://twitter.com/camwoodstock/status/1546196167788298240?s=21&t=U7BfkxZAswPfBBOWQQ_qeA

The internet archive is so important it’s sooo important to archive digital data to preserve it if you can throw a couple of dollars their way to support them then please do so. Don’t let greedy people and individuals take away the internet archive!

Nothing pisses me off as much as the genocide funding fast food chain trying to clean their name by putting up a banner claiming that they have donated a teeny tiny bit of their revenue to Palestinians

Hi

Here's a doodle of me in my favorite clothes

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Idk what else to say

14th of February, 1920

(There's a slight mention of an unhealthy relationship)

Louisette stepped out of her car. It's been a long drive from her hometown to Paris, the city her friend lived in. She stood in front of a two-story house and pressed the doorbell. A black-haired woman, wearing a simple dress, opened the door.

"Bonjour, Cosette," greeted Louisette.

"Oh,my! Mon amie, why didn't you tell me you're going to visit me? I would've dressed more neatly!" Cosette pulled Louisette into a hug. She hugged her for a while.

Louisette smiled. "You look much more happier than before, friend. Didn't hear anything about him?"

"No, except from that article you wrote last week!" Cosette said. "I don't know why did you publish it, Louisette. Being separated from him is already enough for me."

"He didn't work his way to fame, Cosette. He just rode on yours. And that man– that man wasn't grateful enough to treat you nicely. He hurted you! People should know about how bad that Beaumont was!"

Cosette sighed. "I didn't mean it that way. What I mean is, why are you doing so many things for me, Louisette? You wrote that novel dedicated to me, and you were there for me when I was with him, and now you let people know about how he mistreated me.. How can I thank you?"

"No need to thank me. It's just what friends do, you know, helping each other."

"I guess you're right. Wait, I didn't notice you were still outside! Come in, come in! Also, you haven't seen my daughter, Aurelie, haven't you?"

Louisette lets Cosette hold her hand, leading her to the kitchen. Cosette introduced her to Aurelie and Cosette's maid, Marie. She also met Cosette's cat, Nocturne. It felt relieving for her to see Cosette feeling better.

Maybe staying here for a few days isn't a bad idea, Louisette thought.

And she was right.