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so ive been really wanting to make a prayer board, this is the beginning of it :) i absolutely LOVE sharks so here is a list (left to right) of all the sharks ive drawn so far;

top-porbeagle, oceanic white tip (w some remora) and a lemon

middle-great white, porbeagle, nurse, tiger

bottom-nurse, bull and hammerhead

a list of gifts i have for my fiancée’s birthday ;

- a painting of his favorite flowers

-a painting of angels

-(hand) painted cards with the hunger games symbol on them

- a painted pin :)

- a pocket sized planner

-tiny printed pictures of some of my favorite moments with him

plans for his birthday DAY ;

-dress up super fancy for monopoly (so we look like wealthy business owners)

-making prayer boards for the new year (with our young adults group + friends)

-baking cookies together

why oh why do i feel like this is barely anything 😭 i have spent days on these gifts and plans and it all feels so small compared to what i think he should get. i just want him to feel so special on his special day. he had a hard time enjoying it growing up and every year i try to make it so amazing that he cant help but love it. i feel like he deserves so much more than i can give him :(

i just got my fiancée the cutest gift but also a practical one and it arrives 3 days before his birthday and i have so many other plans for his birthday i have 12 more sleeps until his birthday that means 12 more days to find more gifts bc he deserves ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD and i am a gift giver 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

ive just gotten to season 3 of game of thrones !! daenerys is my fav :) ~dragon mother~ I LOVE HERRRRR

these are a few ive completed though :)

why did i decide everybody gets a painting from me for christmas (i am broke and had a plethora of canvases) (please help i still have 4 more to finish and decided to start 2 more for myself) I HAVE A TOTAL OF 13 TO BE FINISHED BY TOMORROW NIGHT I WONT HAVE MORE TIME TO PAINT AFTERWARDS AND I WORK IN THE MORNING

why did i decide everybody gets a painting from me for christmas (i am broke and had a plethora of canvases) (please help i still have 4 more to finish and decided to start 2 more for myself) I HAVE A TOTAL OF 13 TO BE FINISHED BY TOMORROW NIGHT I WONT HAVE MORE TIME TO PAINT AFTERWARDS AND I WORK IN THE MORNING

ive been told this is the correct pronunciation but my mind is still ‘WHAT’ about it because i always read it as Thalia but the h is silent 😭

i just watched the pjo premiere IT WAS FANTASTIC but why is no one talking about how luke pronounces thalia 😭 ‘TH-alia’ WHAT

scrolling through instagram/tumblr to find im not the only one who made blue cookies to watch the pjo series release makes me so happy <3 like yessss we had the same idea !!

i just watched the pjo premiere IT WAS FANTASTIC but why is no one talking about how luke pronounces thalia 😭 ‘TH-alia’ WHAT

for the pjo fans…do any of yall read lore olympus on webtoon ???

THREE MORE DAYS!!!

I apologize to my friends in advance for how insufferable i'm going to become when this comes out

i just finished fablehaven 🥲 but the line Agad said about heaven and hell being not about the location BUT THE PEOPLE WHO INHABIT was RAW. AS. F.

does anyone have any digital art tips ?? im more of a paper & pencil gal myself, but im wanting to get into the digital field as well…its just not appearing to be my cup of tea. is there something im maybe missing ??

^^^

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

because i can never tell where i should end my sentence,,,the full thought has not been released !!

“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”

— Dalai Lama

The villagers were all tending to their morning chores-as usual. Watering the sheep, feeding the pigs, collecting eggs from the chickens, collecting water from the rivers and whatnot. Little Jeremy was helping his mother fetch the water when he felt the ground tremble. An earthquake? No, couldn’t be…could it? He had never been in one before, but the tremble happened again. A little bigger than before, and he could hear a thump with every followed tremble. He looked down and saw the water in the pails begin to rumble, he looked up at his mother and saw the most petrified look he had ever seen.

‘She hasn’t been back for years,’ Jeremy’s mother said, ‘i didn’t think she’d return’

She didn’t think who would return? The ground began to shake-much more than the tremble it was, the stomping increasing in sound and thats when he began to hear the screams. The villagers running to hide in their homes (though the elders knew it was pointless; when she came, there was no escaping), mothers picking up their children and running. They dropped what chores they were doing, none of it mattered now for if she was unsatisfied with her visit…there would be no more chores, there’d be no village.

‘Come Jeremy, I need you to run as fast as you can’ his mother started, but before they made it halfway to the house, he saw her. He stopped dead in his tracks-a REAL dragon! It was the most majestic fabled creature he had ever seen. He had heard stories in the past about the dragon who came to steal the precious gems, the jewels, the gold and silver of the villagers…but he had always thought it was just an old legend.

‘VILLAGERS’ it-she, demanded, ‘I WILL GIVE YOU UNTIL THE SUN IS DIRECTLY OVERHEAD TO BRING YOUR FINEST GEMSTONES JEWELS AND OR PRECIOUS METALS TO ME. IF I AM UNSATISFIED….I DON’T REALLY NEED TO FINISH MY THOUGHT DO I?’

Her tail alone was 4 1/2 feet long, her scales as crimson as blood-each one of them glistened and sparkled in the sun. Her eyes were a beautiful amber gold, and her gaze was deadly.

As the time passed, the villagers rummaged through every drawer, every hiding spot, every jewelry box. They worked quickly and lined up in front of the dragon when they had everything that was demanded of them. Jeremy didn’t hear much over the dragons snores (she decided to nap while she waited), but he caught snippets of conversation among the villagers.

‘She hasn’t been here for years-’

‘Why now?’

‘I always thought she was just a myth-a legend’

He was so conflicted with emotions; one the one hand-this was the coolest thing he had ever experienced in his life so far, but on the other-he had never been so terrified in his life. He’d heard the stories growing up, he knew what terrible fate awaited them should she be unhappy…it doesn’t matter now. The sun is directly overhead, and the dragon was awaking.

‘So…what did you bring me?’ She said with a sneer. She beckoned the first villager in line forward, and examined what was brought. The villager got on to her knees and bowed, holding the gold and silver jewelry above her head. Jeremy hadn’t seen this dragon for more than half a day, but he knew a dissatisfied look when he saw one.

‘What? No precious jewels? No gemstones?! NOT EVEN A MERE TRINKET? Why do you dare disrespect me so?’ The dragon exclaimed.

Jeremy began to daydream as time went on. The line moved slowly, and no matter what was brought forward, the dragon remained unhappy. He got pretty bored of it after a while.

Jeremy began to ponder a few questions about the dragon; what was her name? Why did she wait years in between her trips-did she live far and it took that long to get back and forth? Why was she so unhappy-did the villagers do a great disservice to the dragon race at some point? Were all dragons this rude and unhappy?? The list of questions goes on and on, flowing like a powerful river through his mind.

The dragon, having seemingly been satisfied with her haul, left shortly after the last villagers brought their ‘gifts’. That night, the village elders held a meeting at the center of the village-what they called center circle. Jeremy, of course, was there.

Not there there, it was strictly elders only, but he was sitting outside by the window-listening to every word. He was the first to hear the final decision, and was gone before it was even announced to the villagers. He would leave a boy and return…a knight! They needed someone to slay the dragon, so she could never return and threaten or harm the village again. Jeremy would be that person.

He left through the woods, knowing it was the quickest way to the mountains. He realized shortly after leaving though, that he should’ve packed a bit better and possibly left in the morning. The woods were bad enough during the day, but at night? What was he thinking?

By midday the next morning, Jeremy was halfway to the mountains. He thought he ought to look for a cave or something…some shelter where he could rest. After all, he was young and he wasn’t used to not sleeping all night. A few hundred feet more and he noticed a small ‘cave’- if it could even be called that. He decided to investigate further, he was exhausted and needed a place to rest.

Nearing the entrance, he started to notice something peculiar. Now he had never been outside of the village, not through to forrest much less to the mountains. He didn’t know what caves normally sounded like, but he was sure it didn’t sound like snoring.

Wait-snoring? Did he just unintentionally find the dragons cave?! He would’ve never thought she’d live here, it was too small for a huge dragon. At least, that’s what Jeremy thought before he got closer. The entrance was small, but once you got through it, the cave was ginormous! There were piles upon piles of precious metals and jewels, anything looking to be valuable.

As he started to look around more, Jeremy realized that the piles were sort of organized. In the back right side of the cave, there were the bigger piles. Everything looked to have been there a while, collecting dust and whatnot. But to the left, there were smaller piles, newer piles. Piles full of the trinkets and treasures received just days prior from his village. He had found the dragons lair all right, now he just needed to come about the slaying.

He was quick on his feet, moving as quietly as he could. Not quite sure what he was going to do, he knew catching her sleeping now would be the chance he would get. He neared the dragon, and raised his dagger (a sword would have been better, but he didn’t actually know how to wield one), but then he saw something else.

Curled up under the wing of the dragon, was a much smaller dragon. Her kin. Thats why she came to the village after having been gone for so long…she was starting her child’s trust fund. He couldn’t kill a mother, he just simply couldn’t. What would he do if someone were to kill his mother? He wouldn’t do that to another kid. The choice ceased to be his anyway when he dropped his dagger.

The dragon woke immediately upon hearing the dagger clang on the ground. Without a second thought, she swallowed Jeremy whole.

‘I was ready for a second child anyways,’ She mused, ‘I’d better start your collection of treasures now too, little one.’

A dragon has been demanding tribute of gold from a small village for years. And when they finally hire a slayer to deal with it, the slayer finds a dragon thats barely a hatchling

‘Is it filming?? Wait-who am I even talking to?! HA maybe I am crazy…anyways I’m taking this video because I have found a FAIRY !!!’ I pause the video, partially for dramatic effect but also because I’m not entirely sure I should be making this video.

I’ve been having these visions lately you see, but my family never believes me. They say I’m losing my mind. Someone out there will believe me, someone has to.

‘I noticed because I had this pot of chrysanthemums on my back terrace, it had been dead for about 5 1/2 months. I’m a terrible plant owner. Anyways, I’m getting off-topic. A few weeks ago I noticed it doesn’t exactly look as dead anymore!’ I held the pot to the camera to show the future audience my proof.

‘See? I’m not crazy! Oh and there’s the fairy herself, flittering on by!!’ Her wings are beautiful, a deep purple with radiant white specs. I have sat and admired fairies for hours, but I’ve never seen one quite like her. Just as I went to reach my arm out for her to land on, my front door opened.

‘Sorry for startling you Mr. Johnson, but your daughters are here to see you.’

My…daughters? I think I’d remember having daughters. Besides, I’m only 7, I can’t have daughters. I wonder what that lady is telling my “daughters”…

“He’s having another episode, he thinks he’s caught a fairy on tape. Hmm ? Oh, no. No I don’t think he remembers…’

You find a fairy living in your “garden”: a half-dead pot of chrysanthemums on your 7th floor balcony.

Adorable ❤️❤️

his fur is perfectt

Day-1 Today a couple people caught this new disease thing, I found out when my mom called me into the tv room. “Hey Alice, come here. There’s this disease no scientist can cure” she said. I walked out thinking “it’s the year 3023, we have a cure for cancer and flying cars but no cure for this…what does it even do anyways.” Until I walked out and saw the tv. These people had just caught it 2/3 days ago and already their bodies where decaying as they were living in them. Scars everywhere, bleeding from all the scars, decaying alive bodies. I was scared..it’s not cured and what if it’s contagious? I dunno but my mom is calling me to help out.

Day-2 Those people with the disease and the scientists that found it were on tv again today. They looked depressed and mopey along with all the decaying and bleeding scars. I saw more bodies that time though…I think it’s contagious. What is happening? How did this happen?? I’m not sure but I have to help out with Rupert (he’s 4 but can’t go to sleep on his own..?) ok more information later.

Day-7 Sorry I’m so late but it’s been kinda chAotic. People everywhere are catching this disease and once you’ve caught it you’re screwed, no other way to say it. No cure means your chances of surviving drastically drop, those people that first caught it are looking more and more dead every day, I hope they find a cure soon.

Day-26 The people died. You have about a month to live after you catch this disease, but maybe longer now. My friends drug dealer (yeah I know not good but keep listening) found this certain drug that fights the disease, it doesn’t kill it but it can fight it. I only wish those people had known, maybe they’d still be alive now. Thinking about it now, would you really want to live like that? I haven’t caught it yet but I’ll probably buy the drugs now in case I do.

Day-37 My friend caught the disease. The one that has that drug dealer, he’s got it for 6 days now. I wonder when I’ll get the disease, how much longer I’ll have to live and when I’ll die. Probably depressing talk but it’s spreading and uncured…I have a pretty good chance at dying at the age of 16.

Day-42 My mom caught it a couple days ago. I’m keeping Rupert away from her, I can’t let the both of them get infected at the same time. My dad caught it in the last wave, that’s what they’re calling them, Waves. He was trying to use his techniques to cure it but instead got it. Everybody is getting the disease and my mom already looks like those first people. I’ve been buying the drug with her money for her, she could live longer. Not sure how much longer it’ll last.

Day-54 Rupert caught it and so did I. My mom gave it to us and now I’m buying the drug for all of us. I caught t 2 days after Rupert. I’ve been taking care of all of us because I’m the most healthy I guess? I dunno but they’re dying while alive, so am I.

Day-65

Everyone on Earth was infected with a disease with no cure. The only thing keeping humanity alive is a drug that fights the disease, but can’t kill it. When you run out of money to keep buying your daily dose, you notice something. You’re not dead.

"Alright I got my keys, my phone, my wallet...anything else..?" You ask yourself as you leave your apartment. You have a date tonight with the girl/boy of your dreams and you can't wait except you can't help that nervous feeling. You shake it off though, thinking it's just nerves. "Hey" he/she sAys as you pull up to his/her door. He/she lives beautifully and wonder why they would ever pick you to date instead of some millionaire. "Umm I had a nice picnic on a hill planned but we can go out somewhere nice if you wanted" you say, thinking your planned date was too mediocre for them. "No no let's do that, sounds like way more fun than all the other dates I've been on...you know in the sky" you think they're trying to tell you something but then you think your way out of it. "They're rich," you think "they probably mean on a jet or a plane".

"Alright so where's the food and stuff?" Your date asks. You blush a little bit, thinking your tradition is rather silly now. "Well actually i kinda have this tradition...I go to the store with my date so we pick the food we like. Sort of a get to know you thing" you say, stumbling on your words. Your dates eyes glow (more than just figuratively) but you don't notice. "That sounds wonderful!!" So you drive to the closest Walmart, you ask what your date wants first before getting the things you would like. "Umm I like most things, anything cold is my favorite and I really like honey/nectar" they say. You decide to buy peanut butter, honey, bread and popsicles. You grab a couple drinks and set off. You and your date have a great time driving down to your special picnic spot. You blast your favorite music and car dance and talk and have a lot of fun, you almost forget you don't even know each other super well.

You get to the picnic spot and start making peanut butter and honey sandwiches as your date eats a popsicle, saying how he/she misses it up in the sky and that they're back for the summer solstice. "Summer solstice? Nobody really says that anymore. Where are you from anyways?" You ask. Your date looks kind of flustered and says "I'm actually from Greece. I speak multiple languages fluently and hang out on land most of the year and summer and winter solstices are when I go back up to the sky...you know the SKYY" they say. Once again you feel that they are trying to hint at something but you don't get what they're saying. You also have no idea what the summer and winter solstices are but feel it would e too foolish to ask so you don't.

A couple hours later, after eating the sandwiches and popsicles you walk through a little forest you know of. Your date pricks his/her finger on something and starts bleeding but it isn't regular blood, it's golden. "Golden blood?" You ask "im a god(dess)." Your date answers, you think they're joking of course. Who wouldn't be? "Oh yeah? Then I'm one too." You laugh as you say It, thinking of what a kooky date you scored tonight. It gets kind of dark so you decide to pack up and take her home but before you do, you get stopped by a storm. You see lots of lightning but only around your car, and then your date mumbles "oh great. I'll be home late, dad is mad." You think, "dad is mad? She's 23, why would her dad be mad?? At least that's how old she said she was...did I just go on a date with an underage girl?!?!" You start to get a little flustered only for her to calm you down. "My father is zeus...he's mad and that's why lightning, my mother is Hera..." yet again, that strange feeling that he/she is trying to hint at something but you just can't figure out what.

You finally make it to his/her mansion and less sadly. You say your goodbyes and promise to see each other soon. You drive off as suddenly the storm clears up and the lightning is gone, you think "wow what a crazy date" and realize you didn't catch his/her name. You turn back but there's nothing there..nothing except a single bolt of lightning floating right where his/her house was.

Your date is trying very hard to low key tell you that they are a god(dess). You are not picking up any of the hints at all.

Day 783-Log #833 It all started some 3 years ago (give or take) when I saw and killed my first monster. I was strolling through a small village when I saw it, it started to run towards me and I went on impulse and lunged forward starting my attack mid-air as I struck the monster. It died soon after and I got praise from the good people of the village along with some XP. Now I see the people of the village they run And hide, something has changed. I see a person and I blink a couple times and I see a monster. It's not rational but then again what is? I can't fight the urge. I lunge forward and attack, leaving behind a bloody mess. My first monster wasn't like this. None of my monster killings where like this. I realize it's not monsters I'm killing now. I kill for fun, for the feel of the rush and the blood running between my fingers, my aesthetic. I realize it isn't monsters that I'm addicted to killing...it's my own kind. The bloody mess it leaves and the feel of blood running through my fingers, staining my white clothes making them a rich red, sucking the life force out of my only friends. I kill for the joy, and I would tell you to run as a warning, but I'll catch you anyways. If I've found you, you're as good as dead.

An unimportant NPC character somehow killed his/her first monster and thus gained XP. It started small then became an addiction.