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hello, tumblr. how are we feeling during the first tmagp thursday?
based on this meme made by @mariorsomething!!! wanna give credit where it's due!!
image id by @rq-described because people requested one to be in the original post!
[ID: A screenshot of the logo of The Magnus Protocol podcast, except the words have been replaced with "Here We Fucking Go Again." End ID]
More Emduo but Epic musical stuff
RAHHHHH LOOK AT THE SILLIES, Y’ALL‼️‼️‼️
Joining the tsp community. Hello. Here's a Bearded Dragon Narrator.
I don't know how to draw reptiles honestly
Bonus doodles
Can’t wait for people to use Grian screaming “Noo” and Scar’s “Don’t leave me” in angsty animatics.
Week 5 — EthosLab 1 year later!
So 1 year ago I started every-day chellenge with mcyts. And it's been a great time! My skill jumped up. My drawings stopped being only small sketches. I had a lot of posts done, which was wild to me in the past!
Thank you guys for being here, I appreciate you all :]
Days 1, 100 and 200 to compare:
Why
WE ARE SO BACK
Embarking on a dnd style quest
duality of man
Event Info
The @autismswagsummit finals are over— congrats to my favorite boy for winning! Shoutout to all the other contestants too! I can’t think of more worthy competitors!
I saw a post telling bi people not to “invade” LGBT spaces. Which inspired me to make this.
Please reblog if you’re a bi space “invader” or support bi space invaders.
You wanna go find silly little haunted clown dolls in op-shops with me :3
-your secret admirer
:^O YIPPEEEEE!!
My new kitten death match battle arena is now open! Place your bets on who's gonna win!
Im gonna be participating in Artfight this year :DD
Here's my account :>>
Part 1 of Ally + TF141 quartet (Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost) silly interactions (☆`• ω •´)b
Price (you're here, hon!) | Gaz (soon) | Soap (soon) | Ghost (soon)
Maxwell's stony expression softens into a smile, and then sharpens again, his grin all teeth.
Finally.
"Waiting for one to fall into my lap, rather."
As expected, his time here in Spirale has been nothing short of paradise. His mind has been blessedly devoid of Their whispers and demands, he has been provided with all the necessities and none of the dangers he offered his own captives, and he has even found his Codex returned to him for what he can only assume was good behavior.
He's happy. Content.
...bored.
That's the true price of peace, he's found. No risk means no reward, and no challenge means no satisfaction of beating it. He's thriving, yes, but is he living?
"Your move, my friend." He gestures grandly to the board. He has already set it up in anticipation of a game, and has placed himself on the side of Black.
"I have no timer with me, so please, don't rush. Consider your moves as carefully as you'd like."
"Do you require an explanation of how to play? I'd hate to begin on unequal footing."
@codexvmbra
The burning sun above brings heat to the Land of Burnt Umber; unseasonable warmth did nothing to deter the locals and the travelers from gathering around the caravans of one of the smaller desert towns. Merchants peddled their wares, speaking loud and enthusiastically to attract the attention of those preparing to embark into the shifting sands of the wilds.
Legato had been drawn to this place out of sheer curiosity. Some of the merchants had quite the collection of oddities and curios-- artifacts that seemed arcane in nature, or downright strange. Curiously, he inspects some of these stands, trying to avoid a conversation with a far too energetic young man who was hellbent on selling Legato a new water skin.
Fatigued by the conversations and the bustling of the crowd, he slips away, opting to find a quieter place to linger. In doing so, he comes upon a shady veranda attached to an old building, drenched in the shadows cast by the sun overhead. A break from the heat was welcome, but, something else tugged Legato's attention--
There sits a man dressed in rather dapper attire, face pale like marble. Before him, a small table, a chessboard placed upon it, and an empty seat longing to be occupied. Hmm.
Without a single word, the stoic man saunters forward, and claims the seat, golden eyes looking across the game board.
" Are you looking for an opponent? " Legato inquires calmly, the winds of the desert audible in the background.
From that talk show comic, did they actually make out sloppy style, or did Henry just hung up out of shock??
(They might start questioning the fans…😭)
Spotzy I love you and your art thank you for inspiring these small doodles:
Unfortunately they didn’t make out sloppy style on live Television….. 50 likes and I draw them making out sloppy style-
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