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gummi-ships ¡ 10 months ago
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Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage - The World Within
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jackfileo0 ¡ 2 months ago
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Is it me or Luke Skywalker in the beginning of A New Hope is so Telemachus from the first half of Legendary
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worldsewage ¡ 4 days ago
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hmmm....whats the most toxic thing one of ur ocs do
Alligator is mean and vengeful towards those who she thinks are better than her and has definitely bludgeoned Callie more than was necessary during her mud-takeover hypnosis and has to be shot by Marie in order for her to stop.
Valentine is a die hard Octarian Solider who is miserable, she’s not an ideal agent 8, the one octarian who saw she was a little lonely and gave her a chance— Valentine betrayed by snitching on her to an Elite, knowing she was a deserter because Valentine didn’t want to leave and didn’t want to be alone.
Saint chews with their mouth open.
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human-for-tonight ¡ 6 months ago
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you once had a sister.
she was warm in a way that complimented your coolness, and she believed in justice, and she was happy in her marriage, and she loved you. and people loved her as they prospered and she brought plentiful harvests to them.
and then she changed.
you held out hope, because that is what people do on cold nights - hold out hope for the warmth that will return. but it never did. your sister’s wife was no longer able to hold onto her doubt that the people changing her would not succeed. her followers were killed and she left. and when your followers were slaughtered in your sister’s name, she did nothing to stop them. as long as enough remained that you would not die, she let them continue down their path. she never raised a hand against you or her wife - perhaps a sign some part of her former self remained deep inside. but you could not abandon your followers in the same way she could not abandon these new ones. so you had them remove every trace of her. you no longer recall if you were a goddess of sorrow before this act, or if this sorrow somehow rippled back through time, as you did the only thing you could to save her from that violent fate.
you wonder if her wife hated you for what you did, despite being the first to leave. you only truly regret it once, when her wife’s sister does the same thing to her, not to save her but to corrupt her as your sister had been corrupted. you miss your sister and her justice in those times. your sorrow is for both the sisters you have now lost.
and then you sister’s wife is returned to who she once was by a teenage cleric. and, a few weeks later, when you briefly meet your own teenage cleric, you say please. please do not abandon me and my family. be brave and i will find a way to bring you back to my side. and she is brave. and you hold onto a renewed hope that the warmth of your sister will return.
you are ruvina, goddess of winter and sorrow. and just as winter does not last forever, you hope that this sorrow too will end with summer’s return.
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kazuhearted ¡ 4 months ago
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genshin was meant to be like disco elysium but god woke up confused that day and made it a gacha live service
god if i had the skill i would make one of those fake screenshot fanarts that people do, recreating a scene in the style of disco elysium. but specifically about that Childe lore story about the civilization growing at the base of a tree.
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kariachi ¡ 6 months ago
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Devin Lives au fic! Finally Geilla Bohln has a Savaran Temple.
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It wasn’t the most impressive of temples, one had to admit. There was no grandeur, thought there was room for it to come eventually, no ornate statues or vast mosaics. Mayhaps it could have been something more if it had been more limited, had left later expansion to add shrines rather than decorate those there. But Devin, his children, his small pack, were far from the safety of the homeworld, and he had decided that ensuring their close ties with all the gods was more important than artistry.
He was going to have to make sure Keal got proper statuary and such first after the suns by way of apology, but he had no doubt they would forgive the transgression given the circumstances. There were funds available- it wasn’t hard to get donations from the Morningstars, they had founded the pack after all- but he’d felt it better to spend the money surrounding the temple with low public buildings to ensure nothing would be built in place to shade it. Allowing that would have been an even worse blasphemy, and he’d already raised the gathering area above ground just to help prevent it. Normally one would build a temple in the highest location possible, but that just wasn’t a viable option on Earth- where digging out and building in the top of a mountain required the kind of funds even the Morningstars hissed at- and was inconvenient to the dens besides.
Better to have everyone accounted for, better to ensure the top floor wouldn’t be shaded, better to stay in a convenient location. Get everything built, finally have a proper temple with a semi-proper member of the Holyfolk to manage things. Even if it wasn’t spectacular, or perfect, it was far far better than the small, scattered shrines that had been all they had before. Something you could walk around, somewhere you could set proper tributes to a wide range of specific deities without having to force them to share, or limit yourself to just your own patron.
Yes, even a plain temple was better than no temple, and Devin couldn’t help but breath easier the first time he walked through the finished building, laying dried goods on each offering platter as he went from top to bottom. The twin suns on the top floor beneath their glass-windowed dome, the platter in the ground floor gathering chamber, the rest of the major gods on the floor below, four each of the minor gods on each of the four floors that followed.
Mainil, Tivaum, Leruv, and Vernito.
Veirum, Hegae, Faunel, and Yaon.
Mendeves, Menkaves, his Leum, and Rervon.
Vulkxhen, Menrhove, Menyuve, and Jalen.
All in good order, all with the proper offering plates, all with proper offerings, all with thanks and prayers given to welcome their presence in this place. With, he would admit, a bit a bias towards the patrons of the children- again, they would understand.
Finally, their territory had a heart.
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respectthepetty ¡ 2 years ago
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Thailand has the stalker vision board shrine, Japan has the secret shrine of random objects for worshiping.
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Bonus for you @brother-lipsmackariah
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Toh's wall for Nuea on Secret Crush on You
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mushroom-for-art ¡ 1 year ago
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@eveeonaartz, here ya go! I like to imagine they're the same character lmao for the evils, but it's up to interpretation! Hope the sketch is okay!
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invaderzia1 ¡ 1 year ago
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enemies to lover wanderer x reader hate sex
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todayisafridaynight ¡ 1 year ago
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and if i think of jo being really good at extremely niche things for masato's sake who's going to stop me
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navigating-zionism ¡ 3 months ago
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I have found myself struggling with this too.
Like, think about if a holy place for Mormons in the United States (/Turtle Island) was originally a holy place for an indigenous tribe. Would we really view the Mormon claim of the place as equally valid?
maybe this isn’t the most coexistence-pilled sentiment but i get so angry sometimes when i think about how people took our g-d and decided he was everyone’s g-d, took our holy texts and decided they were everyone’s holy texts, took our holy land and decided it was everyone’s holy land, and we’re expected to just accept that. goyim think they can tell us we’re worshipping our own g-d wrong because they decided he was their g-d too. they think they can criticize how we engage with our own torah because they stole it and changed it and added shit and rewrote it when it was ALWAYS OUR TORAH. they call yerushalayim “the holy land of three religions” because apparently if you colonize someone hard enough you get to claim their holy land as your holy land too and the entire world will just nod their heads right along because the entire foundation of their global society is based on the colonization of ours. and i know it’s antithetical to peace and so i push aside this feeling when i talk about actual solutions and real world actions and consequences but that deep angry part of me does think it’s complete fucking bullshit that christianity and islam get to plunder our entire culture for themselves in between mass murdering us and nobody calls them on it
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oetscop ¡ 13 days ago
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max fursuit .....kemono styles max fursuit....rotating it in my mind
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wickershells ¡ 1 month ago
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I have complicated feelings on posthumous releases in the best of times but for something to feel so unfinished & un-Sophie as this. it's sad
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aelric ¡ 1 year ago
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i can't believe i correctly guessed which bbc presenter was dodgy like three days ago.......
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amourrs ¡ 2 months ago
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sub!ellie who’s addicted to the way you taste. never mind that you’re the more dominant one, because the power is still hers— she’s functionally turned you into a pillow princess with the way she drags your lace underwear down the plush skin of your thighs every time, bite marks indented and ridged into the soft skin as she cruises her tongue across the honeyed junction between your thigh and your hip before you push her head down, rough pad of her tongue circling your clit as you throw your head back and whine at the sensation. it’s not just the knowledge she’s making you feel good that gets her off, it’s the carding of your fingers through her hair, how the pads of them twirl around at her nape and tug until her vision clouds with sweet headiness at the twinge. it’s the way she can stay down there forever— like tonight, where she’s clamping her hands down to hold your thighs in place after your third orgasm. a salty tear traverses a path down the bridge of your nose and ellie takes a second to raise her face to your own, tongue darting out to lick it off you. a mumble of “such a good girl, love you,” escapes you and it’s got her grinding into the mattress as she ducks her head back down, resting the silken dome on your quivering thigh as she slides two fingers into you. a choked sob escapes your throat as she crooks them towards her— “el, fuck, don’t think i can do any more for you, baby, m’sorry—” but she shakes her head resolutely at your protests. “know you can— you always say i can, right? s’gonna feel sooo good, promise.” the fingers of her other hand come up to twine with yours, rubbing soothingly over your knuckles the same way your palm brushes her face to comfort her when you give her the same treatment, lips pressing sweet kisses over your hipbone until they trail their way back to your clit. you cry out at the sensation of her tongue working in tandem with her slender fingers, thighs tightening in a vice-like grip around her neck as you wind your spare hand into the tangled mane of her hair, catching on knots she doesn’t seem to notice as she continues her mission as if unhindered. it’s only when you’re completely spent and your palm pushes clamming at her forehead that you can finally untense your muscles, allowing blood to flow more freely as you loosen up, head slack on the pillow as ellie winds herself around you, soft kiss pressed to your cheek. “you were so—” she begins, tone teasing and cloying as you snap a glare in her direction. “watch it. or next time something’s getting fucked, it’ll be your ass.” the copper-haired menace recoils at once, hands clasped over the flesh of her backside as she finds her way to the bathroom to run you a hot bath— although you don’t miss the tentative look she throws your way as she takes her fingers away from her body to turn on the tap, the way they linger on her skin for a second as if wondering what the sensation would feel like, how her gaze fills with a rampant curiosity— until she catches you looking and abruptly turns away, busying herself with the bath salts. interesting. you file it away for next time with a grin. “babe! don’t forget the ass— i mean essential oils,” you call, taking delight in the resultant strawberry-red blush of ellie’s cheeks as she reaches to grab them from a higher shelf. next time, indeed.
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sintechcctv ¡ 2 years ago
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