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Hello all! I'm happy to announce Brazilian Portuguese versions for Lift Your Spirits and Mushroom Oasis are available to play! 🇧🇷

👻 Thank you so much to @/elyfgo and @/rhuanzinho (both also known as @equiperura) for translating Lift Your Spirits! 👻

🍄 Thank you to @/clarinkm for translating Mushroom Oasis! 🍄

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Oh, that wonderful feeling when you’re plotting and brainstorming and the dots just start CONNECTING all over the place and then it just spirals into this oh… oh???? Oh!!!! OH??!?!?? moment which is an unmatched high as a writer

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BABE WAKE UP

Wolf in sheep's clothing IS GETTING A MOTHER FUCKING REMASTER WHAT YEAR IS IT AGAIN???

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Do non Brazilians/Filipinos know about Brazilippines…. Brazilians and Filipinos randomly decided that we were two sides of the same coin and have now become besties

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I mean.... 3am dialogue am I right?

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literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.

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OMG??

dies

So gorgeous 😭

am I too late for the trend?

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Hunting down the origin artists of art I found on pinterest that I have already seen circa 2018(and before) is a adventure, I feel like a wild Hunter who time travels with my 3 dogs(1 unupdated and old as fuck antvirus, my reflexes to close a suspicious tab and UBlock) to find an ancient God that I used to see around and they might be dead by now or moved on but there are imperssonators and thieves trying to trick me.

Sometimes I find the God but they have deleted said archive, sometimes the God is dead and with them their art, and sometimes I find a kind tumblr archivist who has reblogued some of the ancient texts so I can find the God and their(maybe orphaned) art

And there are times the God is at home and I just didn't fucking realized

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Brazil's Rio Grande do Sul is currently flooded

I don't make these kinds of posts, but Rio Grande do Sul (a brazilian estate) is going through its worst natural catastrophe in recorded history and I need everyone to know about this. Its currently looking like this:

What is going on

Most of Brazil suffers from yearly floods during the rain season. These floods most of the time aren't bad, with water going away a few hours later. Sometimes they are a nightmare, with people losing their homes and most if not all belongings. But this?

This is not fucking normal.

Currently (May 6th, 2024) there's +80 confirmed deaths and 873 thousand people are being affected by these historical floods. Eight hundred and seventy three THOUSAND people. Once again: THIS. IS. NOT. NORMAL.

Rio Grande has 496 cities, and currently, 364 are reporting problems related to this. It's almost the entirety of Rio Grande - and you know how big Rio Grande is? If you're from the USA, its just a bit bigger than Colorado, and just a bit smaller than Nevada. If you are European, Rio Grande is bigger than the United Kingdom. Can you imagine if almost the entirety of the UK was underwater? Because I sure fucking can just by watching brazilian news!

Rio Grande expects floods. It rains a lot in Brazil. What no one expect is having to deal with 2,30 meters - 7'7 feet for reference - ABOVE the expected flooding level, which is 3 meters (9'10 feet). This means that there were 5,26 meters (17'3 ft) of water. Chart for comparison:

I live in São Paulo, which is completely unaffected by what is going on over there, but I need people to be aware of this. Why?

How YOU can help

A single US dollar is almost five reais. One euro is around 5,50. This may not be much to a lot of people reading this, but literally anything helps. If you donate U$10, it's R$50 for us. If it's euros, then it's R$55,00.

If you can't donate, please just reblog this post.

INTERNATIONAL DONATIONS INFO

If you use euros, here's the donation info:

Standard Chartered Bank Frankfurt Bank

Swift: SCBLDEFX

Bank Account: 007358304

If you use dollars, here's the donation info:

Standard Chartered Bank New York Bank

Swift: SCBLUS33

Bank Account: 3544032986001

You need to inform this in order to donate:

IBAN Code: BR5392702067001000645423206C1

Name: Associação dos Bancos no Estado do Rio Grande do Sul

CNPJ: 92.958.800/0001-38

NATIONAL DONATIONS INFO

If you're brazilian, oi, aqui tá o Pix do canal SOS Rio Grande do Sul para você ajudar:

Pix: CNPJ: 92.958.800/0001-38 Banco do Estado do Rio Grande do Sul ou Associação dos Bancos no Estado do Rio Grande do Sul

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A sharp screech reverberates through the temple of profecies, breaking the concentration of the followers and its god

Just as a small blaze, Perseu's eyes lighten up for a moment, before reverting to its empty hues, the faint sound of hooves frantically prancing upstairs bring a smile to his face, as no other than his dove would dare to be so loud and yet so silent on his temple.

It doesnt take long to find the source of the noise, as soon as he opens the wooden door to his library...

Another crash followed by a beautiful 'puff' of purple rolling around in its own veils.

Distress

The emotions of the murderer of gods may be as rigid as a machine to the world but are as clear as morning dew to Perseu, as so, it is unusual for such graceful god to lose his balance, let alone to deliberately clip its own wings to roam the floor like a lost lamb.

Aster doesnt acknowledge his presence as he would preffer, choosing instead to continue his incessant pursuit for the unknown.

Perseu slides his own f8ngers through his long raven hair, his eyes soften watching the little one, knowing that if left unchecked, the despair would soon eat the other from inside out.

His wings that craddled his own body like long delicated robes unfolded from his body, moving to gently craddle the smaller god, pulling him closer to his embrace.

"what are you looking for, my sweet?" The pale god coos, his gaze looking for any truths in the robotic being eyes that could predict his feelings

"I lost my ball" Aster blurts in distress. Perseu almost snorts at the rare show of bluntness, as the murderer of gods is not known for such honesty

A luxury that is only his to have... but it does has its downsides.....

Don't be like that, I have two just for your pretty little hands~

Ah how it boils his insides

"I...will help you look for it" the pale god clear his throat

Not today, he thinks

On the following hour he watches the smaller god causing a ruckuss looking for the so called toy to no avail, he doesnt recall seeing Aster prancing around with a ball around, but its no use questioning his distressed lover when despair sinks in, pehaps a little break is in order

After some - a lot - of convincing, he manages to get his Asteria to rest on his side. His long fingers gently scratch the skin of the young cyborg's back, trying to soothe his nerves.

The soft purrs of his lover suddently stop followed of a small squeak, perseu's vacant eyes follow every single movement attentively, that until...

"Found it!" Aster's voice brims with relief and sweetness as he pulls a small trinket that was peeking from under a mirror.... the very own mirror he possibly came from.

Perseu's mouth open and close in another inner turmoil, it would be easy to bully his lover for being a featherbrain not noticing the trinket as soon as he sneaked in, scold for making a mess on the temple or even congratulate him for finally finding what he lost.

Instead, his gaze scrutinize the trinket on the happy god's jointed hands

".......Thats not even a ball"

Tamagochi 1 x 0 temple of profecies

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Carmen et error: a poem and a mistake.

This probably (hopefully) won't become canon, but imagine if Venti used to express his sympathy for previous nations and honor them in his songs more. Even soothing the survivors of certain civilisations with his music, letting it slip in conversations to the wind that he wishes such cataclysms never occured. Is there really freedom in a world where nations can be punished so severely by some higher force?

Until, of course, his caring nature puts Mondstadt at risk. One poem too implicative of rebellion against celestia. One warning/punishment put in place so that Barbatos is forced to prioritise Mondstadt first.

The cryo archon is disappointed that Barbatos of all people isn't allying with her in her battle against Celestia. The bard continues to weave his songs.

What is freedom when demanded of you by a god?

What is freedom to those with responsibilities they cannot speak of?

And why is it that despite all these circumstances, the idea of actual freedom is just as terrifying?

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What are your headcanons on some of your followers so far?

These arre some I can think of for now :D

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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

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hey you. indie creator. get rid of the corporate execs and the imaginary writers room in your brain. the cynical youtube reviewers and disney fans who want sanitized uwu gays probably are never even gonna be even slightly aware of your existence. write those unrelatable blorbos and those messy themes and that weirdly sexy violence. you have no one to answer to but yourself. give yourself what you want and maybe some day, some 3 random lesbians from the internet whose interests you have somehow exactly hit will look at your thing and think its pretty cool, and in the end thats all you ever needed