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cnl0400 · 3 months ago
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Reminder that indirectly, Thirteen's love for traps Is all thanks to Barbatos.
He made that Fountain of Knowledge, and she herself admits that all rules & traps in the Reaper's Cave are inspired by the rules of the Fountain.
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cherry-bomb1985 · 8 months ago
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I keep thinking about Hell's words: "This is the only way it should have ended."
Should. Not could. *Should*.
Like V1 should have been mass produced, obliterated all the Earth Movers, and then the next machine should have come along to counter it in turn and continue the war. Like all that fighting and the cycle of violence should have been perpetuated.
Like Mankind should never have finally gotten their act together, and tried to continue on even in the absence of divinity and in the face of total climate collapse.
There's a notable difference between 'could' and 'should', and the fact that those words are spoken by the only one who would've been *extremely disappointed* by this outcome has me raising eyebrows.
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presiding · 1 year ago
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genuinely admire those who were optimistic for dishonored 3 but in this videogame industry climate and [insert a 4hr video essay about arkane's recent history here], honestly, not getting dh3 is good news
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kazu-naito · 10 months ago
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at this point i should just replace ramesses on my bio cause i am certainly not being very faithful to him 😭
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youreorangeyoumoron · 1 month ago
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well. just had a very embarrassing adult phone call so now I must join the witness protection program. bye guys
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star--anon · 10 months ago
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Minho gets angry when he gets scared
Newt and Alby tried to ease him out of that for years, but living every waking moment in the Maze, that instinctual conversion from terror to fury kept him alive. Kept him moving.
In the Safe Haven, though. With no Grievers or closing Doors? Minho's biggest fear becomes Thomas.
...he could lose him so easily...
Thomas can't seem to convince him that he isn't in the Maze anymore.
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icewindandboringhorror · 2 years ago
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Obligatory fancier outfit that must be present anytime I post outfits 
#self#fantasy costume#If I had the money for a custom tailored fantasy-ish victorian-ish suit instead of piecing together random thrift store items with like walm#rt halloween costume type jackets and stuff..#unstoppable.....#I would actually lean more straight up historical with my wardrobe it's just that everything I own basically is thrifted aside from a very#small portion of things (like usually socks for example I get from ebay. wigs from ebay. things that it's hard to find in thrift stores. etc#) and I rarely ever find stuff like that at the bins. Your closest bet is like. hopeing that the week you come in just so happens to also be#a week that a church costume department recently donated a bunch of old stuff. but I just haven't really had much luck finding like fancy ve#sts and suit coats and cloaks or like tunics and etc. etc.#Styles like mori kei or cult party kei are pretty accessible and easy for places like the bins (where youre usually digging through piles of#curtains and fabric scraps and doilies anyway). but finding like.. a straight up tudor england costume or something is . VERY rare#Sometimes you do find halloween costumes. Or like. stuff that's clearly like cheap 'Goth' stuff from shein or aliexpress that someone has do#nated and they can be a LITTLE okay in terms of usable for costumes. But you rarely find actual good quality stuff. obviously because like#real very good quality historical costumes are expensive and most people aren't just like 'yeah dump it off to goodwill' lol#In an ideal world though I would have fancy top hats and neck ruffles and stuff .. know this ghhjbhj#Lack of that will not stop me from taking picturesin basically the same outfit 6000 times though. My one single silky black vest and#one of the two solitary ruffly neck shirts I have every been able to find.#Pointy-ish little boots that I put with everything even thogugh they look terrible up close because they're literally like over 10 yrs old#I bought them so long ago and the black fake leather lining is like peeling off of the outside#ANYWAY#he's back again... the same little generic like elf vampire ruffle shirt with vest look.. might as well be the same guy#I support him and his dumbass disintegrating shoes anyway
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unproduciblesmackdown · 3 months ago
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omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!
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#& [it might be 5am but i'll still see if i can draw some] trackpad homemade reacts. inhales & hands to head/face x9 then walking off#site giving pretty random Suggested assortment there where i was like oh right sure. prob not tumblr keywords captures lmaooo#(plus happened to have it open in firefox) but my god Not the scapegoated literal seers lmfao. whoooo. my god#also it was just really good anyways like right nice. damn#the (queerrr) seerrr the perceiverrr the truth tellerrr the ruinerrr the scapegoat be-errr the internalizerrr the neurodivergerrr#& now i Know there is 0% chance ppl weren't putting ''always a gay cousin or it's you (avuncular edition)'' in that thing#family tree design not even leaving space for the hypothetical kids of this relative we mostly pretend is nonexistent hmm#also that necessarily. it's giving all intents & purposes Disability abt a dozen ways & it's saying [accept that] vs [we'd better fix him]#you don't cite said [it's giving disability] as part of the We All Hate The Horrible Little Freak scapegoating justification & then be like#''actually we don't have to do that anymore b/c he's sooo normal :)'' or not if you're serious about [don't scapegoat your family] anyways#which like oh ok they Are serious so The Weirdo's scapegoating / casting out / lack of support Isn't justified#so he's still weird & you just gotta get over that b/c otherwise. bye. having a natural rat affinity is such a slay btw#& we've all been there like ''you NEVER want two scapegoats talking it's Over if they do'' + littlest kid is like um. they're the best#plankton voice Correct! inhale i'm so impressed like. getting to go ''finally someone Normal'' (serious abt letting someone Be Weird(tm))#which also always counts as like mm hard time suggesting someone's Not queer & also autistic for a start lmao. an award#adding in suggested layers like talking to oneself; talking Oddly / w difficulty; physical uncoordination; rituals ; acting; animal friend#the layer of ''& all that's fine? like?'' again rather than him ever suppressing or even changing it so far as it's suggested#besides that it's observed as Weird like but so? or else what? nonrhetorical: hostility / rescinded support & driving someone off is what?#& that Truth like the [worse treatment / exclusion / scapegoat] oft recipe for someone giving the support they're not getting themself#again Never let the [ppl both experiencing this] talk oh it's So over. or the child who's all i like family support & kindness actuallyy...#obviously also like the complete opposite of billions. knowing what they're about & letting this Just As Beloved crucial guy be So Weird#but billions Also [hmm feels right for our scapegoated guy to Perceive / Tell Truths / openly want/need & then be hurt] now get his ass#anyway [guy who could always go way on could go way on but only has thirty tags & it's 6am & i still mean to try some drawing] voice#remarkable amt of So True & ''it feels like ppl on the same page w/exactly what they're doing are all behind this''#remarkable amount of concentrated My God That Is So A Slay located in bruno all at once. what a gift#sticking to ''sometimes someone In Your Group is Weird. Disabled. deal'' firmly enough there's no ;) oh u can bet we'll Fix Him in the end#everyone always assumes the worst so....me when i'm [always as a kid yearning for Living In Secret Passages]. emile gtmpota?#oh congrats to whatever rando who will be having his dramatic gay reunion w/bruno just out of frame obviously. i perceive#now imagine if That rando was....emile gtmpota! what a crossover event. haunting4haunting. do i have enough tags for this lmao. yea#& having 1 more tag to say: as though the [endless serving] isn't enough bruno's also as close to gender envy as it gets. incl rats; sure
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leslieseveride · 2 years ago
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sleepy chenford cuddles in tim’s bed will send me into the deepest, darkest coma. like, you might as well pull the plug now.
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beetlethebug · 1 hour ago
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hello today my thoughts are consumed by Spite flirting with Emmrich and Lucanis to rile up Rook. Even better with a Rook without Spirit Sense, so they can only gauge what's going from the occasional lapse of Lucanis' control over Spite and the blushing, near-stuttering messes they become. Especially during meals with the whole Veil Guard. Spite learning some sense of subtlety through osmosis, so he starts with compliments. Granted, Spite's "subtle" compliments are typically ones without expletives, so they are still intense and heated and, if they catch Emmrich at the right time, enough to make his voice stutter.
He starts by stating the things Lucanis already likes about Emmrich. Things that they both hold in high on the list of things they appreciate about Emmrich. Flirting on Lucanis' behalf, if you would. "Lucanis loves your hands, professor," paired with just enough power exerted to force Lucanis' head to tilt in the direction of Emmrich's hands, baring his throat just enough that Emmrich can see it bob in a swallow as Emmrich finishes cutting himself a bite. "He would very much like to see those hands wrapped around something else. He made a new set of choking cords just for you. Did you know that? He made them in Mourn Watch colors."
Spite letting Lucanis retreat into his coffee, purring lowly as Emmrich's face starts to flush. Waiting until Lucanis is almost done with his drink to say, "He likes your boots better, though. He would very much like to be under them." Emmrich and Lucanis having to wave off concerns of the other Veil Guard members as they both choke, Rook glancing between the two curiously. They might not be able to hear what's going on, but they've seen the signs before. They settle more comfortably to watch the display like a sporting match.
And when Spite starts complimenting Lucanis, oh, the man nearly has to excuse himself to run his head under water, he's burning up so badly. "I like how I can feel every muscle working when we're in combat together. I like seeing your blood bead on the little cuts I make for you. I love the thudding of your heart, the feeling of your adrenaline. I like the way your brows scrunch and then get soft whenever you smell coffee for the first time. I like when you eat sweet things for me."
Spite having a little tally going, one on each thigh, for every time that he makes Lucanis and Emmrich stutter or pause during the initial flirting phase. Low little murmurs of, "That's another one," and "Oh, that one got Emmrich good." Emmrich realizes what the count is for soon enough and tries to focus more on paying attention to conversation at the dinner table, but if Spite hates anything, it's to be ignored (though he does appreciate the set of the professor's jaw, and the thudding pulse of Lucanis' heart, the heat in his blood).
If Emmrich is going to ignore him, then he'll simply up the ante. If Emmrich doesn't want to listen to all the things that he and Lucanis want him to do to them, then they'll talk about their collective favorite subject: Rook. "Look at their mouth--isn't it pretty? It'd look better full of our fingers. You should let me take over, Lucanis--I'd have them begging for it faster than you could blink. Do you think they'd lay in our lap again? I liked when we did that. Oh, maybe they'll sit in it. You liked that idea, I felt it. Emmrich, what do you think? What position do you like Rook best in? We like the sight of them on top of you. We want to see it again. Don't you want to see it again?"
Lucanis and Emmrich slamming their hands on the table, the same conclusion reached in equally frantic manners. Neve asking with a teasing smile if something is the matter, or did their conversation about Dalish alchemy really bore them to tears? Emmrich and Lucanis gritting out in the same breath, "It's Spite."
"Just tell him it's not his turn. Works for us." Taash comments, though they're grinning. They can smell how worked up these two are, and was placing bets with Davrin and Harding about which one would crack first.
"Spite," Rook scolds, but it's all grins. Their eyes are shinning, leg bouncing underneath the table. "You know you can always talk to me if you want something. No need to bully poor Emmrich and Lucanis."
"Do not encourage him," Lucanis begs, knuckles going pale from where they grip the table. Emmrich is truly struggling to regain his composure, trying to assemble anything resembling a calm front. But Spite takes the opportunity to take over, forcing Lucanis' body to relax. Digging his hands into his thighs instead, feeling Lucanis' body shudder with the ache. "I was simply telling Lucanis and Emmrich how much I appreciated them." Deceptively coy, but the sharpness in his grin gives it all away. "How much we appreciate you."
"Get a room already," Taash yells, sweeping the pile of coin she earned towards her plate.
"Well, Rook? Shall we get a room?"
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stick-by-me · 1 year ago
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Of mice and cheese
New follower sticker for: @lesbianamity!
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One thing about me is that I personally do not believe in pairs with a completely set outcome. I don't like when pairs have kids that all look exactly the same. I understand why people have them and absolutely won't knock it! But I personally prefer to push the bounds and press pairs as far as they can go with what looks good.
This is in a similar vein to I No Longer Like Doubles Or Triples As Much. I have a few XXY pairs from a while ago and they're probably all I'm ever going to have. Now, I have pairs that can have XXY or XYY or whatever kids. But they're not going to be guaranteed.
I'm also a believer in the Unique. In the Never Before Done, or at least not very common. My pairs are pretty distinct combinations, whether in genes, colors, or both.
This is all, of course, a roundabout way of saying "I love making things difficult on myself and this is why I have so many stupid breeding projects and no lair space."
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dracolizardlars · 1 year ago
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Really learning that my snails are incredibly neophobic when it comes to anything other than vegetable-based food. They take weeks of something new being in their environment before they actually consider using it! I put a piece of terracotta plant pot in there about a month ago and only in the past couple of days have they started sleeping under it; I think they took even longer after I put some branches in their tank (because they'd started climbing up the walls) before I first saw either of them actually climbing up them. If I remember rightly it took ages for them to first acknowledge the cuttlebone back when they were little too.
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emblazons · 2 years ago
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its the way I know byler and independent El is endgame simply because I know for a fact The Duffers would never be able to look themselves in the mirror again knowing a bunch of film / media students and professionals could immediately pull up 10 years of content proving they abandoned their setup if they didn't.
People would take their production company away from them for pulling some shit like that LMFAO they would never risk going shallow for the sake of their less literate fans are you joking
(like. I'm 900% sure "we aren't game of thrones" has more than one meaning for Matt and Ross. It also means "we don't abandon our clearly setup narratives and plot twists" the way GoT did solely because David & D.B. couldn't write lmfaoooo)
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melancholymirth · 9 months ago
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He's palming his neck, picking at it like it owes him money, and shuffling around like a fool - nervous, pacing, anxious to know what V's response would even be. He'd never done this before, not since Mineo. So this was new and different and hard for him, but he wanted so badly to try again, to try and change himself for someone who deserves it - someone who made his heart race and the flame and smoke within him to dance and swim, crackle, pop, burn... He felt stupid now, stomach in tight knots, heart fluttering, palms clammy as hell. There was just no way he was going to pull this off - no fucking way V would give the Problem Student Who 'Set Fires in Class' the time of day.
Garrett'd been worrying so much, he all but ruined the shitty handmade card in his other hand, thumb curving the edge by accident, causing a crease the size of Texas to form on its face. Black ink smearing because of the sweat on his palm. He couldn't give this to V. He was going to puke into the nearest trash can, the very thought made him so sick to his stomach. But it didn't seem like he'd have a chance to turn tail and throw it all away, no matter how quickly he'd done a 180 - V was standing right there, right in front of him now. Crystal blue blew wide open and he could've sworn his soul left his body then.
And again when V took the card from him.
"N-no, ay, wait--" Too late. He had to deal with it now, the embarrassment and certain rejection. There was no way-- "Hey, look, so- It's ruined, I fucked it up, let me jus'...take tha' and throw it away. S'cool. Totally cool. Stop readin' it, give it back-- V, please, I'm beggin' ya, don't- L-look, I worked real hard on tha' and now it looks like a fuckin' child made it. I-I--"
Roses are red Violets are blue Do you like goofy poems? Cos I wanna read all the ones I wrote to you Will ya be my Valentine, V?
For a moment, V could not believe what he was looking at. Not only was Daemon all out of sorts, but in his hand was a colored piece, or pieces, of paper formed into a card, and because it was being handed to him, V simply had to take it. The insecure part of his brain thought that he should be nervous about what he'd find, like there was something in there that would break his heart, something that Daemon simply could not voice. It was creased on the front and the ink was smeared, after all, but it was held with such care, such feather-light pressure, and in V's mousy, equally nervous hands it felt warm—warmth that was not entirely born of nerves, but something he'd always found comforting whenever he stood or sat quite close to Daemon. And here they stood closely once more, and those awful fires he'd been accused of starting were tame within him; yes, still burning away, but for reasons that were neither malicious nor volatile. It was, perhaps, the kind of fire one would enjoy from the hearth, in winter.
When V opened it, the fire spread. It tinged his cheeks, tickled his funny little heart, made him warmer than he had any right to be this early in February. Daemon was blubbering to him about things he rightly couldn't register, couldn't even hear—V was smiling faster and wider than he was prepared for.
Be your valentine? Is that really what it says? I'm not still in bed, am I?
He caught himself late, clapping a hand over his mouth to hide that ridiculous grin after a few seconds of inaction too many. Oh no! He saw me smiling like this—god, I'm so embarrassing! The realization made his cheeks burn harder. What point was there in hiding it now? The boy he'd grown attached to, the only one who defended him and appreciated his company and wanted it, the one who made school less of a nightmare than it had shaped up to be, the only one who cared at all to make him a creased, smudged, "ruined" Valentine's card—this boy, the one staring at V now, looking a little pathetic with about as much embarrassment on his face as there was on V's, had asked him to be his valentine. There were no words for it, not while V was robbed of voice.
His heart was like a butterfly, escaping his rib cage to finds its only passage to total freedom through his throat and out of his mouth. He felt he'd wanted to burst, suddenly, from emotion he couldn't quite place or understand. But when he finally looked up, met Daemon in the eyes, he hastily put his hand down out of embarrassment from having brought it to his mouth in the first place. This wasn't some mushy soap opera! He fought himself to smile less, but the red on his face and the strange sort of glow about him was impossible to beat back. Was there smoke in V's eyes, too? Nah, couldn't be.
The mousy little thing was almost demure in the way he dipped his head, once again avoiding the direct and very intense attention he'd been receiving. Longer lashes fluttered indecisively beneath white hair that had been long enough to fall in front of the right side of his face. He didn't hold the card back out; it was closer to his own body than Daemon's, kept now that he'd had it. When he finally opened his mouth, a squeak was all he could muster for a few seconds. Why was it so hard to speak now? Did he think he'd make a mess of his answer? Now his hands were clammy, but he wisely held the card between gentle fingertips. He tried again, more forcefully: "Yes." There was a quaver to his voice, like he might cry, like he was a baby. But, he swallowed that, swallowed it hard, and did everything in his meager power to pull himself together.
I don't know if this is love, but what else feels this way? I've never been so—
"Yes." Much more firmly now, and with restored eye contact, he made his answer. His decision, irrefutable. "Yes to...being your valentine, I mean," V clarified, going mousy instantly toward the end. "You— you wrote poems? I like this one. Even if it's silly." A futile effort, but he tried to loosen things up just a touch. The poor thing, rendered bashful beyond repair, could not decide between looking at Daemon or looking at the card, or anywhere else for that matter. "B-but I would like to see the others...! Of course! Um, th-thank you. I— I really appreciate this. Your card is not that bad. It's really not." I'm very glad you asked. Affection struck him anew, making him flush from the recoil. He buttoned his lip then; really pursing his lips, as he'd done enough talking and needed to be saved from any more. It was Daemon's turn to fumble with his words. With any luck, the two could fumble and stumble through the day together, doing whatever valentines would do.
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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years ago
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PAPA MAMMON
shitting crying losing it at chapter 25 and 28 thank you little d no. 2 you have my heart and soul
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