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The Gem of the South, and the Frozen Furnace beneath the Pale Hilltops
In the Frozen South, there are yet fragments of a metropolis of tall temples, that once touched a clear blue arctic sky, which glistened on snowy hilltops like a brilliant green gem on a lily-white horizon. This city was and is the Emerald of the South, whose lush beauty has decades-faded away, but nonetheless holds as a modern bonfire of desperate survival after The Undoing. One of the oldest and most sacred human-built settlements of Atma’Zae is now merely carved out on the ridge of a slowly melting and cracked glacier. Now drooping off a peak over the Southern Sea, this still-bustling settlement once housed wisemen and oracles who foresaw the undoing of man by his own designs. In these, the Days of Ash, the pillars that once were the pride of the snow have been twisted and cracked away by permanently high arctic winds and toxified sleet.
Once known as Esmer, this settlement was the home of philosophers and religious theocrats. It is the foundational source of the Realm’s only autotheist national divinity, The Order of the Mirror, whose adherents worshipped their own reflection thinking themselves as Gods. Precious gems, predominantly emeralds, but also alexandrite, diamonds and sapphires were mined in the nearby snowcapped mountains to focus magical illusions into distilled magick, a type of magic far more potent and destructive than mere parlor tricks and sleight of hand. The green and lush gardens of Esmer grew rife with arctic moss, tundra roses and diamond leaf willows which stunned weary, cold travellers from afar; distinctly jade among a field of all-white.
Esmer-Alda has since been retitled for modern times, forever changed and pitted-out inside the edge of the Pale Hilltops of the South. After the Nemesis, the survivors of the Undoing were forced to burrow deep its hilltop and build a massive furnace in the coal-rich mantle beneath the now-abandoned rock crystal towers. An estimated 20,000 prisoner-slaves man the burners, the control valves, and the combustion chamber deep beneath this once holy site. The upper city is no longer habitable as acidic blizzards, and sub-zero temperatures permeate under a thick sulphur-dioxide sky. Soon, there will likely be no more Esmer-Alda, as it dithers over the Southern Sea ready to bend and break into the waters below at any moment.
Lore Entry # 3 (click here for art)
#art label#written lore#lore#written companion piece for my next painting#written companion piece#museum label#experimental art#fantasy lore#fantasy#storytelling#story#story time#city of faith#Esmer-Alda#the Frozen South#fantasy realm#writing#tale#mythology#legend#more of these in about a month#Halloween approacheth...
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#homeless#homeless people in edinburgh offered beds 250 miles away weeks after city declares housing emergency#homeless people#rent is theft#rent is too damn high#landlords are parasites#fuck landlords#landlords are scum#landlords are leeches#landlords are bastards#i’m a housing lawyer – landlords use new loophole to push out tenants in ‘bad faith’ evictions#landlords#i took my landlord to court over common rental problem that made my life hell and won $14#court dismisses assault on landlord and son who threw student out in his ‘jocks’ after no rent paid#we had to flee our home as it was invaded by mice & bedbugs – inspectors said it’s ‘deplorable’ but landlord won’t act#landlord#rental#rent#auspol#politas#ausgov#tasgov#taspol#australia#fuck neoliberals#neoliberal capitalism#anthony albanese#albanese government#eat the rich#eat the fucking rich
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The Wild Robot
My Response After Watching it
Y’all. I believe in humanity again if THAT is what people can create. What a story. WHAT. A. Story.
Please. Please. PLEASE. Take the time to watch it. It is BEYOND worth it.
#the wild robot#just being jayus#serendipity247#serendipitouslyjayus#I may have just discovered my new favorite movie#This is so good that I will buy a hoodie#Y’all don’t understand#I stimmed so hard at the movie theater I was shaking my seat#I skipped the entire way back to my car#faith in humanity restored#wild robot#I will watch this#Over#And#Again#Pedro Pascal was a serious mood#The story was delectable#The art was scrumptious#The humor high brow#The message heartwarming and forever life changing#I am so very very happy right now#I also saw a shooting star IN THE CITY#It’s a good day to be alive yall
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louis in awe of the crowd 🥹❤️ | faith in the future world tour in mexico city 06.01.24
#louis#louis tomlinson#*gifs#*mine#faith in the future world tour#fitfwt mexico city#for every question why#feqw#hlcreators#hledit#tomlinsonedits#1dsquad#louistomlinsonedit#dailytomlinson#tomlinsonsource#louis gifs#louis tomlinson gifs#flashing tw#i'm so proud of him gosh#they wouldn't let me screenrecord but i found a lil hack so the lag would stop sjsjjs
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y'all mind if i just-
#ignore i didn't wanna draw a city background#id rather die#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#leap of faith catch me if you can#peter parker#miles morales#leap of faith#digital art#art#spider-man#spider man
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Sometimes I do pity the GCPD for real. Imagine being on the call to arrest Man-Bat for public indecency.
#I'd give up#obviously he's been depantsed#I didn't want to spell it out because humour and because I like having faith#GCPD#only in Gotham#batman#dc comics#gotham city#personal#shitpost#batpost#man bat#kirk langstrom#batman rogues
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I think the key difference between Fitz and Keefe’s trauma responses is that Fitz is aware and ashamed of how his behavior affects those around him, while Keefe fully believes he is only being self-destructive when in fact his behavior is equally if not more destructive to those around him.
#and because keefe stans take everything he says at face value they think he’s a poor little meow meow without any blame—[GUNSHOT]#^ not the majority of people on tumblr who are slaving over character analyses. you guys get it. other platforms mostly#bad faith keefe criticism#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#fitz vacker#keefe sencen
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Relistening to season 4 Malevolent and If Arthur fumbles one more bad bitch I swear I'm gonna LOSE IT
#fumbled a criminal a cop a priest a demon he's fumbling the whole squad here#he's collecting everything mentioned in Frank Sinatras' That's Life just to fumble them#''I've Fulbled a puppet a pauper a pirate a poet A pawn and a king'' damn ur fumbling the whole damn city here#arthur lester#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur malevolent#malevolent arthur#john malevolent#angeleyes#blind faith
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i'm sorry but i'm a buffy apologist at heart y'all are wild if you think her reaction as a literal teenager to faith's accidental murder of an innocent was in any way wrong or bad. in what universe.
#btvs#buffy summers#faith lehane#fucking hell#sorry but buffy acted pretty damn reasonably all things considered#like yeah faith could've used the support and i understand where faith was coming from#but honestly that was something the ADULTS in their lives should have been handling#anyways i adore faith and dont think she did anything wrong ever#but i also dont think buffy has ever been in the wrong regarding her reactions to faith#and tbqf angel had no right to pull a 'this is my city' on buffy#after what faith did in the bodyswap#btvs discourse#ish#kinda just a rant lol
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Broken Roofs and Fixed Perspectives
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#xue yang#xiao xingchen#Lots of cut content notes on this one. Lets all have a moment of silence for all the cut A-Qing's in each perspective.#particularly ripped and buff 'Daozhang Defender 'A-Qing (her perspective)#funny but poor layout#XY also had a red arrow pointed at him in his own POV that said 'just troubled' but it made the panel too cluttered.#He does see himself as troubled and uses that to justify his actions#but I also think there is room for him to not really know exactly how to feel about himself in this situation#Yi-city is such a fantastic tragedy for so many reasons and you will bear witness to me rambling about it in the tags as this arc continues#Helping a blind man fix a roof? A manipulative act of building trust or genuine display of wanting to collaberate?#XY and A-qing have experience of the cruelty of the world where as xxc has blind (haha) faith that kindness prevails#These three simultaneous know each other more than the other's think and *yet* completely miss the mark.#the stories they tell in the blizzard (and the reactions they have) so perfectly display who these characters are#Both xxc and xy tell stories about unfair cruelty. To xxc it is others who's suffering is highlighted. XY highlight's his own.#A-qing understands xue yang more that she wants to admit. She predicts the twists in xy's story and empathizes with the hurt and anger#A-qing is also taking advantage of xxc! She is also lying to survive!#Though shes mostly benign in her intentions. She really did vibe check the rank stank on XY's soul on the spot#Alas...no one listens to teen girls....
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‘The rate of which I make art for AO3 fics in the library VS. the rate of me adding in new fics into the library’ makes an unfair battle. 12 pieces in and 90 fics (and counting) in store…. This is not a war I can win….
P.S. I make them simply to decorate my Apple Library with AO3 fics I like (self-indulgence). The drawing is dependent on my mood + what I felt like drawing/trying out, and the content of the fic. It is as subjective as it is NOT indicative of what the fic is like. I highly recommend you check the following fics out yourself.
Links to the fics:
City of Sunshine
see you on the other side;
Like a Promise
All That Hate
Grief
Under the Surface
#durarara#izaya orihara#shizuo heiwajima#city of sunshine#see you on the other side;#like a promise#all that hate#grief#under the surface#this took so long and for what#i’d kill my art if it’s a killable object#do not let me into the kitchen. ever.#i love city of sunshine but all those details were unintentional#most painful rendering ever#mild spoiler: for syotos i didnt mean to have shizuo there…. but izaya looked too lonely so (dies)#im sorry call me the studio that made drrr anime bc i was NOT faithful to source materials#for like a promise i actually couldn’t visualize where it is (anatomy who) so i just balled it im sorry#i fumbled all that hate so bad i can never encapsulate how much i like it GOD i’m going to combust out of misery#i fumbled grief as well nothing is going my way#surrealfix i cant do it justice im sorry#under the surface…. saranghe#(fumbled)#not tagging the van gang or celty because they looked too ugly in my style#i cant taint the tag#sorry if i failed you guys#it will happen again#popaart
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hands bound behind your back, you don’t know why you thought you could get away with trying to poison negan.
“you ready to apologize yet?”
you haven’t said a word to negan since he plucked you out of your house after discovering your plot, blindfolding you, tying your hands behind your back, and fucking deporting you to the sanctuary for an indefinite period of time. yeah, you’re not wasting your breath on an apology.
the salt and pepper haired man doesn’t break eye contact with you. it’s a shame. you’d never say it out loud but negan's pretty attractive.
“darlin’, you almost took me out. with a fucking quiche!"
lips poised in a permanent frown, you stay silent. negan's not having this.
he draws a breath, drumming his fingers on the metal table. "silent act. expected that." he reaches under the table to yield that damn baseball bat. "you remember lucille, right?" you give the bare minimum of a nod when he barks your name. "you also remember putting anthrax powder in a quiche and serving it up to me, huh?"
your stare hardens. you really hadn't expected to get caught - hadn't expected that you'd be in this position in your wildest dreams. all because you wanted your freedom back.
"i gotta ask, where did you get the anthrax? that shit is hard to come by."
like i'd tell you, you snark in your head. this was not the time to relay the story of how you'd snuck out of alexandria for a night to hoof it up to a government building complex and scour the shelves of their lab for whatever sinister bioweapons had been left behind once the dead started walking.
"because if that was you, that would make you an extremely valuable asset.” his hand lands on lucille again. "i wouldn't mind having someone around to procure hard to find things like that for me.”
you give him another blank stare. why the fuck would you come to live and procure for the sanctuary? who does he think you are? the flair of your frustration is saved once again by your taciturn lips.
before you know it lucille is below your chin and you’re tilting your head back.
“what the fuck, negan?” you mumble, doing your best to stay still with the bloodstained bat in front of you.
“there we go,” he croons, hazel eyes demanding eye contact. “knew lucille could get you talkin’. girl to girl.”
you roll your eyes. “you caught me, negan. i’m not here to talk.”
“you wanna make me dinner every night, don’t ya’?”
you go tight lipped again.
“well, fat chance. i don’t trust your cooking anymore - no matter how delicious that quiche looked.”
exhaling, you squirm in your restraints. his antics are already tearing at your paper thin patience when he asks, “so, how are you gonna make it up to me, sweetheart?”
“send me home.” you plead. “i’ll go on supply runs for whatever you need - just don’t keep me here.”
“no, i want you here with me.” negan expresses, muscles tensing through his jacket. he drops lucille to the side. “you know, i think you’ll be a lot more useful here.”
you shake your head, confused as he leans down to begin undoing your restraints. “i don’t know how i could be here.”
a grin graces his lips. “don’t worry, doll, i know.”
your eyes widen at the implication when he adjusts his pants and the vitriol is coming back up again like word vomit.
“i wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, negan.”
you don’t expect him to burst into laughter.
“don’t lie to me, you’re not very good at it. i can tell you that.”
your face twists with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust. you’re disgusted with yourself for the eye contact you’re making with his groin.
“oh, i know you wanna, darlin’, don’t be shy.”
the binds that tied you to the chair fall away. you rub your wrists and observe as negan stalks across the room to the bed of all places. he sits on the plush mattress, legs spread.
“it’s up to you.” he shrugs. “you can deny yourself and stay in that chair and i can call for someone to take you down to the cells or….,”
all negan does is snicker when you begin working off his belt.
“i knew you would be a good girl for me,” negan confirms with a gentle hand guiding the back of your head as you take him into your hand and envelope him into your mouth.
filthy noises fill the air as negan takes his time fucking your mouth. at first he let you go at your own pace, lick up and down, devote time to the nerve endings at the tip of his cock, but one accidental gag from you and suddenly your nose is flush against his pelvis.
“yeah, baby, fuck i knew that mouth could do great things.”
you can only gag in response around him, doing your best to swallow and fight the burn but negan isn’t doing you any favors. he rolls his hips into your face, savoring the pure bliss that is your mouth.
“love seein’ those perfect fucking lips wrapped around my cock. wanted to see you like this from the first moment i saw you.” negan breathes with a hand dug into your hair.
his words shouldn’t be turning you on - not in the slightest. however, you start to feel a tingle beneath you and a pressure in your core. it doesn’t fade as you keep your jaw slack enough for the man to almost send his cock down your throat.
his thick length is cutting off your airway but for some reason your pussy is growing slicker beneath you. despite fighting off the coughing and trying to fit as much of negan’s larger - and girthier - dick into your mouth, you’re getting turned on by this farce.
you finally get into a rhythm and that’s when negan decides it’s time for the next course.
“‘kay, enough of that,” negan declares as he lets you up off of him.
before you know it, you’re sandwiched beside him on the plush, soft bed. you don’t have time to appreciate the satin pillowcase beneath your head because negan is yanking at your pant legs. “gotta get these off,” and soon he’s scraping down your panties. negan is on his elbows next to you and toying with your entrance when you squeeze your eyes shut.
you gasp when a finger’s inserted into you, then another with no warning.
“shit, baby. can’t believe you’re clenchin’ around just my fingers, babe.” negan remarks and curls his two digits, relishing in the way your face contorts at his every movement.
his firm fingers delve deeper into you, taking advantage of your exhales. every movement further screws you open and each wet noise paints your face an even deeper shade of red. the notion of caring gets lost when negan begins to play with your clit.
“gettin’ a lady boner, are ya’?” negan is sure to pay extra close attention to your sensitive nub. the pads of his fingers are instrumental in bringing on the wave of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel yourself let go in negan’s arms.
you’re so wrapped up in your orgasm that you barely notice his dick growing rock hard again between you.
your hands are on his chest, not banging against him like you should be but holding on for dear life as he edges his cock closer to your entrance. the breath leaves your chest when he begins to replace his fingers with his thick cock.
“negan!”
“oh, aren’t you a tight little thing.”
despite you being so “tight”, you still felt like you were being stretched out - no, impaled on his cock and he’s only a few inches in yet.
“you got a boyfriend, baby? not that it matters,” negan questions with an amused look as you struggle to contain your composure between him and his cock bullying into you.
“no,” you croak.
“good.” negan utters the word with a thrust. “couldn’t imagine sharin’ this pussy. not that i’d have to.”
you let out a tiny yelp and your breathing accelerates as he pushes in another inch further. it’s out of your control when he drives the rest of him into you and desperate for any kind of stability, you clutch at negan, not just with your hands on his broad shoulders.
“fuck! pussy feels like it was made for me, babe.”
if you were clearheaded, you would be mortified by the situation, but as long as negan resolves the pressure building up in your core again, he could tell you the two of you are moving to mars for all you care.
“please, negan.”
“what was that?”
“please!” you repeat and plead, over and over until his hips are flush with yours.
an accidental brush of his heavy head against your cervix has you whimpering into negan’s mouth when he takes a break from massaging your breast to kiss you. the heat is everywhere — it’s in your mouth, negan’s mouth, your core, all over.
“fuck, did you just come?”
you simply bury your face into his shoulder. thoughts fucked away, you struggle to register much else besides the mess you’ve made between your thighs.
“yeah, baby, you’re too horny not to have been thinking about this the entire ride here.”
your face lights up with shame - he‘s right. negan had wormed his way into your thoughts like a prion into your brain. every night since the handsome psycho first came around to collect your mattresses and firearms, you’d found yourself wishing he’d return your mattress to you personally just to fuck you into it.
“ugh, gonna have this sweet little pussy molded into the shape of my cock,” negan’s declaring between heavy swats to your rear.
“fuck,” you’re stuttering. “slow down!”
“how? this pussy’s just sucking me in.” negan exclaims, punctuating his words with another spank.
you’re white knuckling the bedsheets as your newest enemy pounds the thoughts out of you. you can’t even try to factor this encounter into your escape plan. the only thing on your mind should be the best way to manipulate the man jackhammering into you right now. but you can’t help but be affected by just how deep inside of you negan is; how he’s squeezing every filthy dumb whore noise out of you and hitting every nerve ending you have down there.
you guess this is better than your community being terrorized. maybe you can convince negan to give everyone their mattresses back.
glimpsing at him, negan is in ecstasy being balls deep in you right now.
and you’re no better.
disappearing in plain sight, you’re getting fucked from the inside out and being tipped into your third orgasm of the night. guilty pleasure coursing through you as you feel boneless. even more so when you feel a warmth pouring into you. barely recognizing the desperate whines that come out of you, you’re shifting your hips to meet his as negan fucks you through both of your orgasms.
coming back to earth, you gulp when you realize that he’s come inside of you. he has to be humane enough to allow you a plan b pill or something; this place is sordid enough, you know they have a stash pile of contraceptives somewhere.
the man slips out of you, spent after fucking your overloaded pussy senseless.
“want a cigarette? i think you deserve one after that.”
you glare at him. “no. i want to go back to alexandria and for you and your goons to fuck off.”
his hairy chest rises with laughter. he reaches for a pack of menthols and a lighter on the nightstand. “doll, you think you’re goin’ somewhere?” he shakes his salt and peppered head. “you and your people are gonna produce for me. got it?”
close lipped, you return his cocky grin with a death glare and crossed arms over your chest.
that doesn’t last long.
the man entraps you in his arms, wrapping them around you and bundling you up to his chest. he starts to ruffle your hair. “i really think you’re gonna wanna stay here.”
“fat chance, negan.”
“oh, honey,” he croons. “i’m not gonna give you a choice.” he whistles. “your grade a piece of ass isn’t walkin’ out of these gates anytime soon.”
#the walking dead#negan smith#negan smith x reader#negan smut#twd#twd dead city#dead city#negan x reader#twd negan#the walking dead negan#negan imagine#jeffrey dean morgan#jdm#not beta read#dub con#blowy#p in v sex#twd smut#still getting the hang of writing smut#negan is going to take some practice but thank you all for your faith in me🤍🫶#kinda out of pocket for my first negan fic but eh#grimesgirll
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so, um. my friend is reading kotlc. She's a dexphie/sodex/whatever-the-name-is shipper.
...and she just started Lodestar. So Nightfall is next.
Do I, like, do anything? do I warn her???
is it too late to convert her to sokeefe?
#kotlc#dexphie#keeper of the lost cities#sophie foster#dex dizznee#sokeefe#idk what to tag this as#also like help#I feel kinda bad for her#as a past dexphie shipper myself#ok so i wasn't a faithful sokeefe#but at least I was never a sofitz
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my warships are lying off the coast of your delicate heart; my aim is steady and true, as it's been right from the start.
#only friends the series#ofts#oftsedit#asianlgbtqdramas#userjamiec#tuserrowan#tusersilence#tuserhidden#useralias#userdorksinlove#userjustafriend#esmetracks#ofs ray#my gifs#my edits#mine: only friends#mine: ray#song is little hell by dallas green/city and colour#was playing with fonts. went through about 7 fonts.#ran sobbing back to my ole faithful#caslon pro my beloved#and that one scratch texture i made 10 years ago#anyway i'm emo about ray#like i'm never not emo about ray
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louis in a mesh shirt is everything 😣
#louis#louis tomlinson#*gifs#*mine#faith in the future world tour#fitfwt mexico city#feqw#hlcreators#hledit#hldaily#dailytomlinson#tomlinsonsource#tomlinsonedits#louistomlinsonedits#louis gifs#louis tomlinson gifs#flashing tw#dagger#wonder what shirt he was pointing at bc i haven't seen it#i <3 tummyyyy hehe#here's to more mesh shirts! yes!
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has lady gotham accepted peter ?
not quite yet, because he hasn't been there long. but she does have a soft spot for heroes, and peter has been so kind to her people so far
#i like to think gotham and the curse are separate#like gotham the city loves her people#but the curse does not#so she sees the heroes trying to help and she adores them#but she can't do much to stop the curse from getting them#so she sends people their way to remind them it's gonna be alright#peter became a small figure in the neighborhood in only a month#imagine what he could do if he was there longer#lady gotham would end up adoring him just as much as her gotham born heroes#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#thank you for the ask!
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