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RDTJ: "The End" →
rdtj:
RDTJ:
Gina:
Calvin:
Kris:
Hello Everyone! Today we are posting our last art collab prompt for this project - appropriately, “The End”. Thanks to everyone who viewed our art each week, and a big thanks to all the artists who participated in this fun group project. It…
As RDTJ said, it’s our last art collab prompt for this project… it was fun! And thanks...
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I wanted to make a trainer sprite of myself for reasons, so I did! I based it on the bird keeper trainer class, because I love flying type Pokémon (I just love the non-bird ones more, though, so I took the cage out.) How do sprites even work? :’D
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"MIND MAP"
ke-sela-sela:
I’m in a little art group that draws weekly themes. :3
This week is “map of your mind”!
Calvin:
Gina:
RDTJ:
SE:
Oh me, oh my, maps of our minds! Here’s this week’s collab.
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January 2013
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Small Creatures with Unique Weapons
^Mythril
^RDTJ
^Calvin
This week’s prompt was:
The creature, though small, has a unique weapon to ward off those who would devour it.
We hope you thoroughly enjoy our critters and weapons, and look forward to submissions for next week’s prompt! :D
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Volcanoslick Owls
rdtj:
Calvin:
Mythril:
Phillip Light:
RDTJ:
Hi Tumblrites! Here is the new art collab posting this week. The theme was “Volcanoslick Owl”. If you have a theme submission for next week’s art be sure to send any of the participating artists an “ask”. Thanks and see you next week!
Holy magma flows, Batman! Or should I say Owlman? As stated, the theme for this week’s collab...
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first day of writing
afrillionfuckingsentences:
Truth be told, she never did understand the joy he found, rooting in the dirt. The parsnips grew, and the chives flourished and she— sat, under the sun, waiting for it to be her turn.
She was tired of regret, of the past that slept within her hands and remembered what she had tried so long to forget.
It wasn’t until a few days later that Nine noticed Doyle’s...
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