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I'm putting this critter back up for auction! ;w;/ the original bidder had some unfortunate events happen and were unable to pay so this critter is back up for sale! check em out! ^^

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Every day food and water become scarcer in the ruins of Gaza, and Sama'a and her daughters see horrors the rest of us can only imagine on a daily basis. Please give what you can.

chuffed.org/project/157569

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Honestly; I don't wanna see my fav artists posting all day every day.
To see a piece that has been crafted with care now and then is a LOVELY TREAT. It would become boring if you got it every day.
I like to get excited when a new piece comes out or to wait for that new album. Waiting is worth it!

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I simply do what I want and it works out pretty good. I don’t have a “brand” I am just some guy online.

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A close-up of a black-and-white cat

A close-up of a black-and-white cat

Give me food… or else

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“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

If ever the gates to Hell were closed, they were unlocked and thrown wide by the willful, the ignorant, and the willfully ignorant. We had a chance, for a brief, shining moment, to contain the damage wrought from the first attempt at fascism. To take a welding torch to the gates so they might stay sealed in perpetuity. The means to that end were handed to us on a silver platter, offered up by loyal servants of the people, for the people, and by the people.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

Cowardice and greed, the lust for power. Those first demons wore smug faces, offering catchy turns of phrase and glib retorts in response to the woes of the least of our people. Old, doddering fools encased in the filth of their ways with naught but the desire to wave away our concerns with stuttering nonsense. Their Christ had come. They seized the opportunity to grasp power with both leprous fists and, by God, make everyone pay for every perceived sleight, for every forcible look into their souls.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” If ever the gates to Hell were closed, they were unlocked and thrown wide by the willful, the ignorant, and the willfully ignorant. We had a chance, for a brief, shining moment, to contain the damage wrought from the first attempt at fascism. To take a welding torch to the gates so they might stay sealed in perpetuity. The means to that end were handed to us on a silver platter, offered up by loyal servants of the people, for the people, and by the people. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” Cowardice and greed, the lust for power. Those first demons wore smug faces, offering catchy turns of phrase and glib retorts in response to the woes of the least of our people. Old, doddering fools encased in the filth of their ways with naught but the desire to wave away our concerns with stuttering nonsense. Their Christ had come. They seized the opportunity to grasp power with both leprous fists and, by God, make everyone pay for every perceived sleight, for every forcible look into their souls.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

Their discolored Christ did not come wearing even a rotting mask of decency; he embraced them as he was. Traitorous. Cancerous. His interest in women and children was not divine. He enriched the money changers. He snatched food from the poor. He welcomed all the wretched, squirming things from the shadows to spread their false testimonies under the banner of his gospel. He ministered to the imprisoned and the incarcerated, setting them free to serve in his depraved name. He emboldened them. Armed them. And then simply, with a flick of his wrist and the keys handed willfully to him, he opened the gates to gleefully bathe in the inferno as it rushed to devour our world.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

A skeletal rider weaves its pale horse among us, emotionless, cold. It roams at the epicenters for now, guided by the screams and wails of the kidnapped, the assaulted, the Witnesses. Soon, and maybe some day very soon, those bony fingers will reach across this land to even the most sheltered places. Its envoy, Fear, already rides swift and sure. Do we go about our daily lives? Do we bear Witness to what is unfolding, or might unfold? Can we trust our neighbor, the one who proudly flies what should be a sign of democracy? Do we exist as we want to exit, as we need to exist, as we truly are while knowing the simmering hatred thrust upon us might whip the hyenas into a frenzy to tear us limb from limb? What is our choice in this moment and all the moments to come? What are we willing to do, and what price are we willing to pay?

As for me, let the devils come.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” Their discolored Christ did not come wearing even a rotting mask of decency; he embraced them as he was. Traitorous. Cancerous. His interest in women and children was not divine. He enriched the money changers. He snatched food from the poor. He welcomed all the wretched, squirming things from the shadows to spread their false testimonies under the banner of his gospel. He ministered to the imprisoned and the incarcerated, setting them free to serve in his depraved name. He emboldened them. Armed them. And then simply, with a flick of his wrist and the keys handed willfully to him, he opened the gates to gleefully bathe in the inferno as it rushed to devour our world. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” A skeletal rider weaves its pale horse among us, emotionless, cold. It roams at the epicenters for now, guided by the screams and wails of the kidnapped, the assaulted, the Witnesses. Soon, and maybe some day very soon, those bony fingers will reach across this land to even the most sheltered places. Its envoy, Fear, already rides swift and sure. Do we go about our daily lives? Do we bear Witness to what is unfolding, or might unfold? Can we trust our neighbor, the one who proudly flies what should be a sign of democracy? Do we exist as we want to exit, as we need to exist, as we truly are while knowing the simmering hatred thrust upon us might whip the hyenas into a frenzy to tear us limb from limb? What is our choice in this moment and all the moments to come? What are we willing to do, and what price are we willing to pay? As for me, let the devils come.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

If ever the gates to Hell were closed, they were unlocked and thrown wide by the willful, the ignorant, and the willfully ignorant. We had a chance, for a brief, shining moment, to contain the damage wrought from the first attempt at fascism.

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“For now, you’re still here. You’re still okay.”

Image reads: “For now, you’re still here. You’re still okay.”

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All the metal. Shown in mirror silver #scalemail & silver stainless steel #chainmail.

Syntheticdaisydesign.com

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A folklore inspired tiefling dnd character, in a blue frame with strawberry leaves and flowers, with trees in the background in a blue tint. She is pale sitting in the center, with rosehips in her hair and large earrings. A headscarf, and a tranditional slavic outfit. Her hair are braided and have little ringlets with thorns in them.

A folklore inspired tiefling dnd character, in a blue frame with strawberry leaves and flowers, with trees in the background in a blue tint. She is pale sitting in the center, with rosehips in her hair and large earrings. A headscarf, and a tranditional slavic outfit. Her hair are braided and have little ringlets with thorns in them.

#oc | my Vistani tiefling called Irina! She's a new character i will be playing in a curse of Strauht campaing and im super excited about!!!

[ #dnd #dndart #dndoc #ocsky ]

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this is a good top comment

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AEW is killing it.

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Waist up of a fem blood elf demon hunter in Sin’dorei armor

Waist up of a fem blood elf demon hunter in Sin’dorei armor

Patreon Comm Slots thread 👀

Patrons at my $10 tier get a guaranteed waist-up character commission within a year of subbing. 3 are selected randomly per month!

April 1/3 for @theorof.bsky.social (Thank you!)

#warcraft #art

2 days ago 135 25 2 0

In case the account goes down, here's the link to help out!

chuffed.org/project/omsham

3 days ago 2 1 0 0

Sama'a's daughters have never known peace, but we can give them at least some small sliver of relief from hunger. Please give what you can.

chuffed.org/project/157569

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In case the account goes down, here's the link to help!

www.gofundme.com/f/support-fa...

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In case the account goes down, here's the link to help!

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If, after contributing to some of the multitudinous other people with bigger problems than mine, you have a couple of bucks to help me get this thing off my back and restore some equilibrium to my life, I would very much appreciate it.

ko-fi.com/fusspot

2/3

5 months ago 37 54 1 0
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I think one of the joys of being a creative is literally just having people talk about your stuff or even be motivated by it.

Even if you don't care if it won't be as big as other things, it kinda feels nice to just hear/see things about it and/or have others feel like they want to do their things

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In case the account goes down, here's the link to help!

www.gofundme.com/f/emergency-...

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In case the account goes down, here's the link to help out!

chuffed.org/project/omsham

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Your support has fed and clothed Sama'a and her children for years now. Every morning she expresses deep gratitude in spite of the terrible conditions in Gaza. Please give what you can.

chuffed.org/project/157569

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Srry

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i still like this one 🌊🎨

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Fabric folds are so hard. At least for me. The more detail I add the more they start to look like frosting on a cake. Crispness does not come naturally to me. But I try!!

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Hey #PortfolioDay I love colors, strange patterns and surrealism ✨ (sshh im late i know)

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LMAO

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Finally some good news…

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Federal appeals court says Trump orders aren’t law, rejects trans athlete ban in Minnesota The judges said that Trump’s executive orders aren’t law, and trans athletes stay in the game.

NEWS: A federal appeals court has sided with trans kids in Minnesota, allowing trans athletes to continue playing sports.

The judges wrote that Trump’s executive orders aren’t laws.

www.advocate.com/politics/nat...

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