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ryssbelle · 9 months ago
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Clay's design for this lil thing, including Viva cuz these two are practically inseparable.
Viva was the one who pulled him away from the cave in time and Clay helped her guide all the trolls to safety and kept her grounded
They both help each other in many ways and I love them so much. Idk if you can tell but i love Cliva
Bonus little comic about these little guys and their little thoughts:
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cits-kirby-brainrot · 1 year ago
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would y'all be intrested in my fanfic?
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my-favourite-zhent · 11 months ago
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I think this might have been meant to go with the drunk Rugan sound clips.
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vani-ash · 9 months ago
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i was eating pocky and thought of kimchay
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minijenn · 1 year ago
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Ya nerds got what you wanted there will likely be a new chapter of Journey to the Past this weekend.
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spitblaze · 6 months ago
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I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh
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hinamie · 7 months ago
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spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair
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bluegiragi · 25 days ago
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only one slasher's allowed in these woods…
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agave · 20 days ago
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black tortoiseshell with high white spotting (calico), black tortoiseshell with low white spotting (frankie)
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hey what color cat is this i think i got a weird one
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doctormori · 26 days ago
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I love this book to death, so here's some things I noticed <3
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ri5k · 1 year ago
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i think a lot about the death of ivan ilyich by tolstoy, i feel like everyone should read it
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tanatola · 4 days ago
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pathologic 3 announcement made me return to the classic game and finally play it properly! i think my favorite part of the bachelor's route is when he talks to maria kaina (or whoever's in her body at the time) and they explain that their planned Utopia isn’t even supposed to be a 'perfect' place but instead 'the mystical manifestation of a world inscrutable and inaccessible to men' going back to the original meaning of the word irl and instead of despairing Daniil fervently agrees that this kind of unimaginable leap is worth it, no matter where it actually leads
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strangersteddierthings · 1 year ago
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Good People
Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part
Wayne knows eavesdropping isn't the done thing. He's definitely old enough to know better, and he wasn't going to. He had a plan. He was going to walk directly into the living room, so they'd know he was awake, and after he'd fixed his cup of coffee, he'd plopped into his perfectly worn in recliner and subtly glare at the Harrington boy until he squirmed.
Mostly because it amused Wayne, but also just a little sliver of it was because he wanted the Harrington boy to know Wayne didn't think he was good enough for his boy. But only a little! Lord knows that Wayne couldn't do anything to make Eddie change his mind about Steve Harrington, short of Harrington proving Wayne right. Which he doesn't actually want because he doesn't want Eddie hurt.
He's just... He expects it to happen. That's what boys like Harrington do to boys like Eddie. He's seen it enough times to know that this song and dance leave no room for improvisation. Boys like Harrington play around, get their kicks with the devotion Eddie shows them, and then when they've had their fill, they leave.
Boys like Harrington will never be good enough for Eddie, but they always leave with Eddie feeling like he's not enough. Wayne hates it.
Anyway, his plan wasn't to eavesdrop. It's just that Harrington said his name and Wayne found himself standing still instead of continuing.
"Why doesn't Wayne like me?" Harrington asks.
"This again?" Eddie says dismissively, which has Wayne agreeing. His opinion shouldn't have bearing on their friendship.
A deep sigh from Harrington before, "I just. It's- he means so much to you. And, like, I- nevermind. It's stupid. I'm stupid."
"Hey," Eddie sounds a type of serious that Wayne rarely hears from him, "you're not stupid. And you gotta quit fucking saying that. You say it enough and you'll start to believe it and it's not true."
"Hard to quit feeling stupid when people dismiss my concerns like they are stupid," Harrington snaps back, bitchy as can be. The tone makes Wayne bristle on behalf of Eddie. His boy doesn't reply immediately, though. Doesn't bite back like Wayne's used to hearing. Huh. Maybe he's growing up, just a little.
"You're right, Steve," Eddie says when he finally speaks. "That was dismissive. I'm sorry. Explain it to me. Why does it matter to you whether Wayne likes you or not?"
"Well, because he's your family."
"Yeah," Eddie agrees, "he is. But that doesn't explain why it matters. I don't care if your parents like me or not."
"That's different!"
"How?" Eddie asks, soft but firm.
"Because their opinion doesn't matter. It's not- It's irrelevant. What they think."
"That makes no sense. Wayne's opinion matters because he's my family, but your parents' opinion doesn't even though they're your family?"
"Yes!"
"But why?" Eddie presses.
"Because they're bad people!" Steve bursts, not quite shouting but close. "Because when bad people don't think highly of you, it's not a fault in you. Their disproval is, like, a compliment. They don't like you because you're too different from them. And that's great! You shouldn't want their approval. It's different, because your uncle is a good person. And when a good person doesn't like you, it is your fault. It's something- it's..." Harrington loses steam here, voice dropping low and defeated, "there's something wrong with me. Something in me that- that he just knows. Senses about me or whatever. Something wrong or rotten or-"
"Steve! That's bullshit. Sure, Wayne's been standoffish, but he'll come around. You're not wrong, or rotten, or whatever else you think you are."
"How do you know that? I was an asshole most of life and what if that's just the real me? What if that's who I'll always be deep down. 'Cause I'm trying so damn hard, man. I'm giving it my all trying to be a better person and it's not enough! Everyone still talks about who I was in high school and even you-" Harrington snaps his mouth closed so hard that Wayne hears the clack of his teeth from his position in the hallway. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry."
"Steve. This is about more than just my uncle's opinion of you, isn't it?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"I want you, too. I want to know if I've ever done anything to make you feel like you aren't enough."
Wayne really shouldn't be listening. He should back down the hall and into his room. Give them time to talk.
"No, Eddie, you don't make me feel like- that's not what I meant. I just. I'm...."
"Hey, Stevie, you can tell me."
"I'm just so afraid that... That one day everyone will wake up and realize what Wayne already knows. That I'm not good enough for them. For you."
Oh. Wayne really shouldn't be listening.
"I'll admit that Wayne's opinion is important to me, for a lot of things. But not about you. What I feel about you, how I feel about you, isn't dictated by Wayne."
"Sure. I mean, I know that, like, logically or whatever. But it's. I can't convince my brain that you won't just. Hate me one day. And I- fuck, Eddie, I'm already halfway in love with you and-"
"You're in love with me?" Eddie interrupts, sounding awed, starstruck, and Wayne cannot be listening anymore. He backs down the hall silently and back into his room.
Steve Harrington seems to think that he's a good person, but he's not feeling like a good person at the moment.
He's got some thinking to do.
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fanceknight · 1 year ago
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I’m a sucker for absolutely corrupting my faves and I love this art beyond anything you could imagine so I went a little bit insane tehee.
The view was certainly not something Uriel had been expecting.
Supreme Archangel Aziraphale had turned his office into a de-facto throne room, complete with large windows, guards and, of course, a throne sitting atop a short set of stairs.
One of the four large windows showed earth and its most significant landmarks, the other windows allowed for extensive views of the garden of Eden, outer space and, much to the other archangels' dismay, hell. The latter was added because of hell's new prince.
While the throne didn't have an unexpectedly big seating area, it did have a very high backside. There was a round hole in the middle at the top of the back, letting the divine light of heaven flow through it and illuminating the Supreme Archangel's head from above. The few steps leading up to the throne were polished and, as opposed to everything else in this room, had a black finish to them, standing out like a sore thumb.
And there he sat: the pièce da résistance, the elephant in the room. The prince of hell.
After Beelzebub's disappearance, Shax had tried to assume the position of leader of hell for herself. The problem with that was that hell did not want her as leader. The problem weren't the demons inhabiting hell, mind you, or the humans suffering in it. The problem was hell itself. The place called for a powerful being to be its master and as facts stood, Shax was not powerful enough.
Of course there was always Satan. But he was busy with other things. Or so everyone assumed. He didn't really talk to any of them anymore and so they had no idea if the dark lord had any ideas or plans for hell's leadership. To be entirely honest, they weren't even sure he had heard about Beelzebub's leave. Or maybe that was the exact reason he didn't want to talk at the moment. Best not to test one's luck.
But after all possibilities had been considered a scary truth became increasingly clear: The only demon who was even remotely fit for the job was the traitor Crowley.
Uriel hadn't personally been present when the job offer was made. She didn't know how they managed to convince the snake to come back to hell or if any extra agreements had to be made.
She also didn't know how the conversation between Dark Prince Crowley and Supreme Archangel Aziraphale had gone. The Metatron had insisted on them reconvening after both had settled into their new positions and so they had. What that conversation had been about, no one knew. Well, She probably knew but that didn't count.
The only thing that mattered right now, to Uriel at least, was that during that conversation, Aziraphale and Crowley must have come to some kind of... agreement.
Because ever since then, Crowley has not left the Supreme Archangel's side. He has accompanied him to meetings, visited earth with him and even was privy to a private conversation between the Metatron and Aziraphale, one that not even the other archangels had been allowed to listen to. Of course, Uriel would never say this out loud but something told her the Metatron wasn't happy about all this either.
As of recently, the Dark Prince has started... lounging... at the Supreme Archangel's feet. Right on those black stairs. Crowley sat with his legs sprawled out down the steps, his upper body leading against the seat of the throne and his head resting against Aziraphale's thighs. He wasn't wearing glasses anymore, yellow snake eyes on full display. And, how could Uriel forget, with that damn smirk on his lips.
Uriel scoffed.
"Does he really have to be here?"
The Supreme Archangel glared down at Uriel, sending jolts of shivers down her spine.
"Careful now." He said with a frightening calmness. "He is more important that you will ever be."
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in which supreme archangel aziraphale makes the world in his image with his pet, the duke of hell crowley, at his side.
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zhukzucraft · 3 months ago
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=> Joel: Go Forwards
Well, you would love to set off immediately but you forgot to craft a blummin boat beforehand. So you have to put down a stupid crafting bench to make one, you even forgot to break it with your axe.
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Not to worry, because you had to use your axe anyways when you almost lose the stupid oar from your soulmate taking stupid damage at a stupid time. Luckily, you were only hit for a few hearts and you have the food to heal quickly... Still if this keeps happening, you are going to send your soulmate a message in the only way you know how, at least until you figure out who it is...
You set off on your solo adventure, sailing forwards, in search of your soulmate.
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Start Over -- Go Back
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cubbihue · 3 months ago
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“Knowing what he knows now, Timmy would never recommend it either.” What does he know?
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Lots and Lots and Lots!
Consequence #2: Information Overflow.
Fairies perceives everything differently, from literal perception to mental understanding! A person have to handle the information flow during their transformation. It can be very loud, very sudden, and very bright.
Fairies stopped kidnapping adults after discovering that they easily succumb to madness at this step. Children, meanwhile, can withstand it due to their wild imaginations! Although the risks of madness is still very high.
Timmy Turner had great mental fortitude beforehand, so this didn't bother him at all. If anything, he was absolutely fascinated with his new sight. Tooth Fairy helped him get through the more confusing parts, such as re-focusing his eyes to view in the fourth dimension instead of the seventh.
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