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[wikipediapictures]

A cat looks at a Menorah

“A cat looks at a candle Menorah. All the candles are lit and are mostly burned down.” - via Wikimedia Commons

[andromedasea]

happy pride to people with ‘contradicting’ identities i love you and you’re doing it right

[moghedien]

Minthara says “in Her name” when you first meet her and she’s following the Absolute but when you recruit her and she expresses that she no longer follows any god, but she still has an intact paladin oath, and she says “in your name” occasionally because she’s no longer Lolth’s paladin or the Absolute’s paladin, she’s your paladin

[duohensheng]

I’m sure this has been said a million times before but. hua cheng asking xie lian to remember that his pain matters and to consider the impact on himself before doing something dangerous is, to me, the greatest act of love so far. he says remember you can feel. remember that feeling pain matters. AND THEN XIE LIAN had the utter audacity and gall to respond right back— you too. your pain is important too. they build each other into realising their hurt is important. when no one else ever has. this untouchable crown prince and redoubtable ghost king. when they’ve both pushed through unbearable pain endless times. when they’ve both built everything they are around being useful—and fuck the consequences they pretend not to feel. your pain matters. don’t throw yourself into danger. when no one else ever has

[lostryu]

once again i am crawling out of my den to tell you all that if someone says “women” on a post, and your thoughts automatically jump to “they must be excluding trans women” you do not think trans women are women.

like just saying, your default of women clearly does not include trans women. otherwise you wouldn’t get so tilted if someone says ‘women’ and not ‘women and trans women’. you are acting like trans women are a subset of actual women and it’s disgusting.

and if you wanna cry terf psy-op or whatever, let me be very frank when i say that you need to grow up. its not people’s responsibility to have a huge disclaimer on every post to pander to your lack of critical thought.

[ssruis]

Good eye!

[shorthaltsjester]

having thoughts and feelings about perc’ahlia and their could-be-but-would-never-allow-the-other-to-destroy-themselves-enough-to-actually-become-the-briarwoods parallel/foilism. particularly with vex and delilah and potential places this season might go but also just vex’s “it’s like i’m a bad omen” and the fact that like. vex has full awareness of her feelings for percy and alludes to them to him. but then after she has sex with him it is so so compelling to me that vex is like. this is all i can have with him and i’ll take just this even if maybe it’s flying too close to the sun. and something something the shot of delilah embracing sylas after she’s brought him back, looking over his shoulder into a mirror where it looks like she isn’t holding anything at all and just . god. the like oppositional threads of delilah refusing to lose sylas and holding on tight at any cost and vex holding herself so far from percy to deny the pain that would come with losing/hurting him and the like. venn diagram cross over of something is lost anyway.

[griancraft]

I would trust like none of you with my story if I was a cc. People like you are the reason people like me don’t talk about being hurt.

[loveaetingkids]

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[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[fluffyartbl0g]

Someone get this man a younger sibling that ISNT like. Twice his height.

[ahhrenata]

a little doodle for @hamartia-grander ‘s fic ANOTHER TIME. i looove time travel au’s… and serennedy - this is ticking all the boxes for me (and i love the ada x alice bits too!)

luis being surprise confronted by baby leon had me 🤩

[allgreekbitch]

marauders fans are so scared of fics that have less than 10k reads

[valewritessss]

Can someone give me well written fluffy Percabeth fics I feel like I’ve read the majority of them already and I don’t want to open another tab to add on to the 107 tabs I have.

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO GAVE ME RECS PEOPLE NEVER ACTUALLY ANSWER

[clowningcrows]

lol just saw a lesbian nsft blog that has “men dni” on every single post and yet their pinned post says, “this doesnt include trans men, since that isn’t clear for some reason” like hello????

[palin-tropos]

it’s understandable to see folks saying pre-amnesia harry is a fixed character and your choices in the game can’t change who he was. but it’s also fascinatingly incorrect

when you talk to idiot doom spiral about your tequila sunset escapade, idiot doom spiral tells the story of that night slightly differently depending on what political leanings you’ve chosen, and what “copotype” you’ve adopted

I know it’s a small thing but I noticed it in game and immediately thought “oh it’s cool that the game changes who harry used to be based on how you play him now”

but other people seem really confident that there is only one pre-amnesia harry du bois so 🤔 idk what to make of that. it seems like there is a case for disagreement here