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[pgfone]

Estatissima ragazzi.

[foreverblondie23]

[chodingjunior]

ok i think i lov him

[tombfriend]

insert dragon emoji

[cxnscience]

...Oh,

of course!

[sparring-spirals]

Taliesin's character, watching their eternal home fall, and asking "Is this because I wanted something? I didn't want- I don't know what I wanted."

Something about being so powerful you have never had to comprehend weakness. Something about the naivéte of feeling a lack of power, for the first time in your life, and of course, the only explanation is that- you must have done something, to make it happen. To let that happen. Because what else could it be? Because the alternative-

[matrixsss]

‘Ships are not allowed, not any of them but Oc’s is a yes big yes’

Let me introduce you to my OC: Her (read:his) name is Tamlina

Imma need everyone to introduce your OCs (that are definitely not Tamlin, Elain or Vassa); @praetorqueenreyna @yaralulu @sonics-atelier @highlordofkrypton

[cashmoneychiyo]

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun Chapter 144, Part 2

Part 1 here [x]

© Cash Money Chiyo (@grolia, min, shire, squeaky, @variationa and @waxlightjohn!)

[kutiee]

“KAKKOII, KAWAII, KING”

Happy K Day ♡ 241021

*click for better quality

[pgfone]

Domenica bestiale parte 2

[hood-ex]

Bruce telling Dick, "Don't let me hurt anyone," before proceeding to hurt Dick is SOOO...

[raintailed]

UMMM I offer some goobers!

Byblis (it/its), a slimecat based on Subcon Swamp :] It lives in Moonlit Swamp, which surrounds Bursting at the Seams' can. Byblis hides in mud and uses its silly noodle arms to pull prey in and suffocate them >:]

Leggo (it/its), a weird lantern mouse who is a fog machine hehehe

Leggo without the fog

Improved color concepts for Alt (any pronouns, it/its), a freaky creature made to mimic Explorer. Uhhhh it's a jerk

[jamethinks]

The Forger house is always in a state of disaster. No matter how hard they try, it can never be completely clean or safe. Their daughter was a tornado, leaving a trail of destruction and clutter in her wake. Even Twilight's heightened sense and intense attention for detail are no match for her. Once a day, he finds himself stumbling or even falling over something she decides to leave on the floor. He'll spot on thing, avoid it only to fall on another thing 5 centimeters away. As he laid flat on the floor, the small bear they call a dog coming over to sit on his chest, he wondered if his sense have just gotten dull, perhaps this laid back like was making him more lax.

Sometime later, he found himself in a big warehouse looking for a target. The entire space is a mess, a maze that would be impossible to navigate without injury. And yet without thought, Twiliggt pursued his target, navigating the mine field as it was an open ballroom. While Nightfall tried to map out the same and find the best path, Twilight just trudged on as if he's been here before. It was only after, when they were discussing the mission, that he even realized just how chaotic the area was. To him, it was no different than coming home on a Saturday evening after Anya spent the entire day playing. In the past, who would have approached the situation the same as Nightfall, but now it comes as a reflex for him.

His senses weren't becoming dull. They were becoming even sharper. Living with a mini hurricane was actually beneficial to him.

[sparring-spirals]

Compromise. Im not going to actually WRITE meta but i AM going to lay out a list of things I'm thinking about broadly and thematically and would probably write meta about if i were properly caught up and informed, but is instead influenced much more by early campaign F.C.G:

**edit: no this is kind of meta again. sorry.

- F.C.G grappling with the questions of: being made. purpose. whether it matters if you find your own purpose if you were made with one in mind and you "choose" something else. Can you actually? Does it matter? Is your choice a choice at all?

- Wanting so badly to heal people and help people and the unique fear of waking up and seeing damage done by your own hands. To the same people you wanted so badly to help. You extend healing and you offer comfort or kind words but all the while, in your core is a tightness. In your core is a danger. How much good do you need to do to get the blood off your chassis? Can you, at all?

- Metal body. Metal hands. A little wheel. You were a turtle once and it felt so wondrous to breathe. You try out tongues or little wooden legs or whatnot but it always comes back to an inorganic metal body and empty insides no matter if youre filling them with liquids or secret goods to smuggle or pastries (faux warmth). Maybe everything like wooden legs dangling off a metal body. All for show.

- A coin in hand. Looking for a higher power. Thinking about choice. Deferring choices.

- You love your friends, so much. You love people being kind to each other. You love your boyfriend and their wonderful way of thinking. You love being alive. Even when you doubted you were at all. You love, truly and deeply.

- Ashton raging at F.C.G for being a martyr. For aching for a good enough reason to get himself hurt or killed or blown up. Ashton looking at F.C.G knowing they're all messed up inside and trying so hard to stop them from letting it destroy them.

- Ashton always worried about how they're always trying to find a big enough cause, a good enough reason.

And so with those things, I remembered about F.C.G:

- F.C.G looking at their friends all down. Ashton laid out unmoving.

- F.C.G with something awful in their core. Ready to spill out. The same something awful they were always worried about. They were always aware of.

- F.C.G always looking for that reason. For that bigger and better cause.

- F.C.G always feeling like they didn't understand purpose, like it was so. unattainable- finally, briefly, startlingly- sure. Finally free of doubt. Their friends down and something awful and destructive in their core and one last thing they can do to maybe make things worth it, and the ability to choose it. They were made for something. They chose what to do with it.

- F.C.G finding that reason. F.C.G making that call. F.C.G thinking it was worth it.

- I think because of him, they succeeded. They won. That is certain.

- I think. "Worth it". Is always a subjective thing.

- I think. A self sacrifice is never just one person giving everything up. A self sacrifice, unfortunately- is one person making a choice.

And everyone else caught, in the blast radius.

[yuqi-bing]

things that happen

(ignore my handwriting XD)