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mabaki · 5 days ago
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BLOODSTONE BOOGIE | CONGA
Featuring: Mabaki (me) & Wysma ( @rosewoodroad ) Directed by: @moth-tea-merchant Location Scout: @signifiedsatyr Edited by me LMAO
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achromant · 5 months ago
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continuing my habit of investing too much time into shitpost type art.
technically, it's not nsfw when he's wearing more clothes than usual, right?
convenient phone screen format.
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tomateosoup · 26 days ago
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i think about this all the time
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spinnando · 1 month ago
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Choya hugs for any worried friends.
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missbadafker · 15 days ago
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December - VSArtParty [EU] warm up with @bop-y as the tea drinking Choya.
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thebarontheabyss · 3 months ago
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The new version of The Bar on the Abyss 2.0 update is coming soon!
I've finished stocking the Library of Pseudonium with stories, tales, and entries for you to devour, and now I'm moving to overhaul some of the romance scenes in the game.
In the meantime, I thought I'd share one of those entries. See you soon in the Abyss :)
Waiting for You by Albus Gauss
"Did you see the moth, my love?
It was there when we said our goodbyes. I could see you holding back your tears. You had to be strong, I understand. But I wish you hadn’t. I was so weak, and all I wanted was to hold you, to feel your warmth one last time. I longed for your tears to flow freely, to form a river that would carry me away into the unknown, into oblivion.
As you whispered your final words, I saw it in that quiet moment.
A fragile, black-winged creature. It fluttered softly between us, hovering like a silent witness to our parting. It landed on my chest, just above my heart, and in that instant, it whispered something I couldn’t quite hear, or remember. 
The following moments are hard to hold onto—like trying to catch the wind. A blur of sensation and then… seagulls. 
I woke to the sound of the ocean.
An endless beach stretched before me, an ancient town clinging to its shoreline like something plucked from an old memory. Remember our honeymoon in Sanremo? The way the sun seemed to melt into the sea, the scent of salt and warmth in the air? It was just like that, only quieter. Still, Timeless.
The sand beneath me was warm, and the breeze carried not just salt but something else… something eternal, like time itself was holding its breath. The sea shimmered in silver hues, a glow that made it almost alive. I stood up, feeling lighter than I had in years—lighter than I had ever felt in life. The pain that had gripped me for so long was gone, but with it, the weight of myself—of being alive.
It’s strange to explain. You never realize how heavy your existence is until it’s lifted away.
I followed the shoreline, letting my feet sink into the soft sand. And then, near me, I saw it fluttering again—the moth, gently gliding on the warm waves of the sea. And it spoke to me.
So, I’m in a place called Kaitz, an ‘ethereal realm.’ Not Heaven, just… a haven. We talked for a long time, and he told me so much. My mind struggles to comprehend the details, but apparently, this is the afterlife.
I followed him into a small house on the outskirts of the town, overlooking the ocean. It was a simple, quaint place, like something we might’ve stayed in during one of our seaside holidays. The walls were cracked but alive with vines of unfamiliar flowers, their blooms glowing faintly as dusk crept in. There was a feeling of anticipation in the air—like the house had been waiting for me. The moth told me I could stay here if I wanted to. I was so confused, I really should have asked him for how long. Did he mean forever?
I wandered onto the balcony, looking out over the ocean as the sunset bathed everything in gold. The horizon shimmered in a way that I can’t quite describe—like the light was bending, swirling into itself, but never fully disappearing. For a long time, I just stood there on that balcony. This place was beautiful, yet I felt… alone.
The moth—Mavet, it whispered its name—perched beside me on the railing, its wings reflecting the dying light. It didn’t speak again, just hovering for a while until the sun was gone, and so did he.
I couldn’t sleep that night. The stillness was too loud, so I went outside into the town. 
That’s when I heard the music. There was a festival, with fireworks and sky lanterns floating in the skies above us. I’ve never seen clearer skies—whole galaxies stretching and spiraling, and I swear those sky lanterns rising above us were turning into stars as they met the heavens.
The streets were lined with people, all lost in the celebration, their laughter and voices mingling with the music that filled the air. I came here feeling lost and alone, but when I saw the happiness in their eyes and the calmness in their faces… for a brief moment, I also lost myself in that feeling. And it felt so good.
I followed the parade, blending into the river of souls and meeting a group of recently deceased souls like me. They were different from me in every way—one had skin like marble, another glowed faintly as if lit from within—but somehow, we felt acquainted with one another. There was an instant camaraderie, as if we had always known each other, as if we’d met many times before, in some other life. They told me they were from different realms. I had no idea there were other realms besides ours. And yet, here we all were, walking together under a sky that seemed to stretch forever.
We walked through the winding streets, drinking and talking like old friends. They told stories of their lives, and I told them about us. About you.
At some point during the night, as the festival flowed around me, I found myself dancing to rhythm of the celebration. And then it hit me—a wave of emotion that I couldn’t hold back. The freedom of it all. The weightlessness, the sheer absence of pain, of sickness. I cried. Tears of joy. Pure, unfiltered happiness. I hadn’t felt this alive in years, Malcolm. My new friends didn’t say a word, but their hands held mine tighter as if they understood.  
I’m so sorry for being this happy without you, my love. Please forgive me.  
By the time dawn arrived, we found ourselves back on the beach. The festival had faded, and the sky was painted in shades of violet and gold. We sat there, five of us, watching the horizon, waiting for the sun to rise fully. 
When it did, I said goodbye and walked back to the little house on the cliff. The streets were quiet now, the remnants of the festival scattered across the cobblestone roads. It felt strange to be back in that empty house. But for the first time since I passed, I felt the weight of exhaustion settling into my bones.
I fell asleep quickly, and I dreamt of you.
I was lying next to you, in our bed at home. We had just bought that house, remember? We called it our forever home. Funny, isn’t it? How man plans, and the cosmos laughs.
In my dream, I reached over and held your hand, and as I did, I saw your face. You were crying in your sleep, your cheeks soaked with tears. 
I’m glad you finally cried, Malcolm. 
When I woke, I couldn’t shake the feeling of that dream. It felt so real, like I was there with you. But I woke up to an empty bed, and I can imagine you were too. I guess this is our reality from now on. 
My new friends told me about a train that comes through once a day. It drives straight into the ocean, vanishing beneath the waves, and it takes you to other places, other realms. 
They say you can visit all sorts of worlds and find places you never imagined–other afterlives, other paradises. I’m thinking of getting on that train soon, after spending a little more time here.
I want to explore, to see what’s out there. That dream… It gave me a purpose, something to do until we find each other again. I’m going to search for a place for us. A perfect place. A home where we can be together again, after your time has come. 
I will find our forever home.
And until that day comes, Malcolm, I’ll be dreaming of you. 
Here, on the endless shores of Kaitz… or somewhere else, entirely."
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wilsons-journey · 5 months ago
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Just a Choya having the time of their life.
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milkratz · 4 months ago
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drakeheart · 1 year ago
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so fun fact, you can overload while holding novelties
choya spin cycle
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macomico · 2 years ago
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i drew this as a joke but u may have him 🤲🏼
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mme-chouette · 1 year ago
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Oh, what is this?
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ahrikima · 2 years ago
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Choyas ball roller mount / roller beetle mount skin Guild Wars 2
dreamed in have a choyas as a mount? but never you can't? so here are, asuras have invented a ball for take your choyas as fast mount! some time ago have this idea in mind, finally i have finished to show it up! hope you like the idea
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achromant · 9 months ago
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Since the Commander is busy with wizard issues, the choya have taken over. Theyre not really sure WHAT they took over, but theyre not giving it back.
[Art Sponsored by ArenaNet]
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kutscene-kestin · 1 year ago
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It got lost amongst bigger, more intense dreams, so I didn’t quite remember until now, but I’m pretty sure I had a dream recently that we finally saw Eparch and he turned out to be a choya.
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spinnando · 4 days ago
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The choya pinata enjoys the snow!
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justabeewithapen · 5 months ago
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Attack on @spinnando
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