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coldshrugs · 8 months ago
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vierapril day 10: breath
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melooooo17 · 3 months ago
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@openphrase123 your fanfic(s but i mainly made art of the mira and siffrin one because i cant remember words for the life of me for i do not speak french) IS???? ? SO GOOD. SO GOOD IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH finally something to look forward to in the week fr
Mild spoilers for it ig!! But nothing too explicitly groundbreaking i dont think it'll kill your mom to look at these without having read the ff first
Don't mind the shit quality i??? I drew all these so fast theyre kinda shit and i have yet to fully acclamate isat to my artstyle so it's mid
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Teehee me when i make shitty rushed fanart to show my appreciation that i cannot put into words for my faovorite games and also authors
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kazamajun · 9 months ago
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I have been meaning to talk about how accomplished Jun is though. She:
is such a powerful psychic that her clan apparently considered her a 'chosen one'
is literally such a strong fighter that she is able to suppress projecting her aura - something only the most powerful are able to do - which is why animals feel safe to approach her
fought well enough in the second tournament that Kazuya still thinks about her strength 22 years later in the story mode and waxes lyrical about it in his character ending (❓ on if she actually faced him though)
defeated Devil while pregnant ✔️ (only the half, but still counts)
has the survival skills to not only survive but thrive far from civilization
defeated Ogre ✔️
achieved the above via drawing power from sacred ground, something the average person obviously cannot do
is implied to have Yatagarasu guiding her per one of her intros
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Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
#started anti depressants recently. kinda had an epiphany. i can't hate who i was. if i met me now i wouldn't blame that tiny child#for their rancid beliefs or for being dragged to protests. because thats a CHILD. i HAVE met kids in that position and i feel nothing but#pity and anger on their behalf. so why am i holding that version of myself to a higher standard?#i could not have known what i know now at 6 or 8 or 10. the same way that i could not have written a college level essay at that age#but i did what i could. in my own 8 y/o way. i believed in love and humanity and happiness. i was just misguided in the 'hows' of it all#and i am so so so so so proud. of every single microscopic step that i took. every question i asked. every thought that i hid and protected#and pondered secretly at night until new ideas and doubts bloomed like a dandelion through the pavement#and I'm so proud that i chased that doubt. that i asked why why why why until their ears bled and their voices were raw#until their answers stopped adding up. until i sought knowledge elsewhere with a mind dehydrated and malnourished and begging for knowledge#in any form i could get. i just. if i could hug that kid? if i could right now reach out and give that terrified and lonely child a hug?#i would. a million times over.#anyway sorry for the intense personal rant I'm just going through it rn and I'm like.... actually feeling alright#its wild. did you guys know about this??? anti depressants make you NOT depressed??? shits insane fam#irl#personal
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lavampira · 1 month ago
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there’s a timeline where a smarter me didn’t sabotage herself by staying up late despite knowing how rough today would be but unfortunately it’s not this one
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ronispadez · 2 months ago
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son of a bitch. son of a BITCH
my throat is scratchy and all thats coming out is high pitched cracky squeaks. what the fuck what the fuck. heres some thoughts on episode 12:
aww heehee he likes himmmm (taking a 40 minute break to text my friend) brother :( gege... baby sheng!!! :D hes so cute!! :( :(((((( oh my god he failed on purpose as his ownform of conversion therapy. girl what happens when you go back to the dorms HES GONNA WAITFOR HIM THEY ARE SO WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER AUGHHH
(ear splitting high pitched EEEEEEEEEEEEs of excitement, sadness, and pain)
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bkgbstard · 3 months ago
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i just read the most heartbreaking bkdk fic Ever and i feel like throwing up. i legit feel so sick
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untimelyambition · 1 year ago
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veeeery parasocial of me but i love jon matteson hes just a silly little dude
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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 1 year ago
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I think a lot of Knives and Vash’s characters both can be explained by them having been the equivalent of gifted kids who were “mature for their age” and able to mentally grasp difficult concepts, but then also being hyper-empathetic and highly emotionally sensitive, while also having incredibly limited lived experience.
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wrestlingcentral · 2 years ago
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pigeonstab · 2 months ago
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The vampire Killer /werewolf Cross thing (WHICH I HAVEN'T EVEN MADE DESIGNS FOR YET) has made me kinda maybe want to try writing. A fic. Of some kind of other. Lololol do not take this as a promise I've only done creative writing in middle school T T
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kimkhimhant · 2 months ago
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trying really hard to reignite my spark and get back on track with my fics but sometimes this fandom really feels like it's draining the life out of me lol
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crybabybat · 1 month ago
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My conch piercing is so not doing well and I’m so pissed off about it girl can you please heal please please please please
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moonchild-in-blue · 6 months ago
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I've been painting my walls for the past 6? hours ? and i think the smell has been burned in my brain 😷
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hawnks · 10 months ago
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Making another blog just for my thoughts and feelings about swords
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