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Nightime random idea dumping with my friend spiraled into something else 😂

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what if baby lucian and playwright

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sketch dumps

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Actors acting as actors? 🎭

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Silly thing yesterday

Sudden brain strike to make this commission style option— Anyone interested to commission me like these?? 😂

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The important thing is that Marcille did not learn to blaspheme against the natural order to save her girlfriend. She just happened to have studied the art of spitting in God's eye for wholly unrelated reasons, and when the opportunity by chance arose to employ that skill in service of girlfriend-saving, she was ready.

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Two cake theory also means your small underrated fic can be someone’s comfort fic

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THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

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Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you

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being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sauté. but then there are also the horrors

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day 3: landi

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her hair reminds me of the colour of a wilting rose.

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One thing I find super interesting about orv is how when I imagine myself in its world, the ideal ending I dream of is one where I take Kim Dokja's place in the subway, so that he can be with his companions. Because, in our, the readers', eyes, what better fate could there be than to be able to spend the rest of eternity watching our beloved characters enjoy a happy ending? We have no place in their story.

And then you realise that Kim Dokja did exactly that.

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Have you seen Moebius’ take on Feyd-Rautha?? I love the 2024 film but the femboy appreciators were robbed in this way. They really said ‘one mountain cannot contain two twinks*

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im so tired of being nice. if you aren't normal about disability in fiction and especially fantasy genre fiction im actually going to come to your house and kill you

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the yin base saga: a heavily abridged summary