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andthingsleftover · 11 months
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The thing is about Foolish, is that he puts his whole heart into everything. Commissioned to build a giant mansion? He'll go crazy trying to make sure the entire roof is perfect and missing blocks are replaced. Wants to add a chandelier to his fancy ceiling? He'll spend three hours losing his mind figuring out how to proportion it so it looks the absolute best he can. Roleplay an immortal suddenly discovering death? He'll tear your heart out with his questions and confusion. BadBoyHalo needs someone to bounce his craziness off? Sure, let's be the straight man to Bad's 'give me an inch and I'll take several miles' and carry on a country-building arc for a year. Oh, the server god wants a giant statue of himself and he'll give powers? Why not spend three months agonizing over freehanding some wings in survival. Thrown into a new group of people in this valorant 5-stack? He'll be the one with the weird opener that gets everyone talking and enjoying themselves. Given an introverted child? He delves to the deepest part of his understanding of human emotion to figure out how to relate to her and introduce her to making friends and help her come out of her shell. Friend stops by your discord call to say something in his native language? He'll spend a whole year systematically dismantling that language and trying to build his understanding of it from the ground up until he can read (and almost write!) it pretty well. Friends want to do emotional roleplay? He'll showcase his stunning emotional intelligence and find the most moving lines to get his point across. His ability to yes-and is truly incredible.
Sure, he's silly and goofy and loves making noises. But he always throws everything he has into every situation and that's, I think, why everyone he interacts with tends to love him.
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sminny-wew · 2 months
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THE WELCOME HOME UPDATE HOLY FUCK
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quackdates · 1 year
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quackity is in the qsmp chat 🤣🤣
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sysig · 8 months
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They have the cutest friendship (Patreon)
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bumblebeerror · 1 year
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Have a few sneak peeks of my art from this project - the video premieres tomorrow on the anniversary of the DSMP <3
I poured a lot of love and care into the few frames I created for skater, and once it’s up I’ll be able to post my original image with my signature on it. <3
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kazeofthemagun · 4 months
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He did not remember falling asleep.
@cursedfortune
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What he did remember was opening his eyes within the dream and seeing a wide field of dust, the ground already soaked with the blood of prior generations. Awaiting further tribute, as though forgetting that it no longer existed.
Nothing remained of Windaria, but his sleeping mind did not know that.
"Svaardzjetrorahm."
Ah, yes. The price of silence had to be paid.
He looked into crimson eyes and suddenly they were both children. Wide cranberry hues gazing from below as the older Windarian gave chase. A self-satisfied smirk on his face, leaping past wooden obstacles to try and snatch him by the ankle. Climbing onto intricate constructions, challenging their bodies until both were strewn on the ground, panting and sharing jokes.
He remembered laughing at them. Kaadhavriija was always vocal, a pride that demanded himself to be the center of attention. He picked up gossip like a sponge, particularly the kind about pretty women. He remembered acting holier-than-thou when Vriija was caught snooping on Tuenh-bani Majuru and they were both beat so hard by Ohnzhejhar-vahree they couldn't sit straight for three days.
It was a life. It was far from perfect, but it was theirs.
To think one would die at the hand of another.
"Vriija." His mouth opened, but no sound came. Instead, the memory replayed as it always did.
The dance in the dust, accompanied by the gazes of cold, hard wooden sculptures. Featureless masks deifying silence. An ode to their lives, their memories together, the drum-beat of their pulse quickening as blades met and shed sparks. As a vicious shotel of bluish metal glanced off the shell of Magun, allowing for Geryon's fang to slip inbetween Vriija's -
But - no. He tasted blood. It reeked of smoke.
"Kaadh -"
His voice erupted in a cough, dagger slipping from his grasp. He felt something rip and tear inside, stealing breath. The bottom of his mouth filled with heat that spilled from the corner of his lip. Dark droplets upon the dirt.
Wasn't it poetic? How their blades reflected their eyes. Crimson in blue and blue in crimson. Hand in hand, like the time they ran and chased one another down the training grounds of Lir Hassan.
Like the time they ran and chased one another through life. One step ahead - one step behind. A dance of brothers. Jealousy, but also pride. Not only in themselves, but in one another. And then the chase fell away. He became a summoner, then alihkar. Vriija stayed behind, the watchful raptor of the band. He could call him and he would come, a fleet-footed friend he could forever rely on. Despite their newfound shift of power, there was no resentment.
Until the day White Cloud took down his hood, of course. Wrong place, wrong time.
Just like Vriija.
...And him.
...And Chaos.
It was all a neverending string of misfortune layered ontop of misfortune, but he was paying for it, no? Paying for it with every day he lived and every day he died.
"I'm sorry, fenlai."
If only he could tell him. If only there was a way to fix this. Instead, his brother was prowling closer, red eyes trained on blue. No, there was only resentment now. Only hatred. He should have known, for he offered wrath for wrath that day.
Bare apologies were hollow. It was his suffering that gave them meaning.
He felt a gloved hand caress the side of his face, brushing aside sweat-stickied hairs. A whisper, almost too sweet. Like gently rubbing in salt.
"You are no friend of mine."
A wild, stabbing pain. He looked down to see his own dagger buried in his gut. Blood rushed freely past a trembling chin, painting streams of black down tan skin. He fervently mouthed an apology. Eyes wide, eyes like prey.
And then he felt Vriija's grip shift before the wolf's own claw ripped him open.
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"AH -"
He awoke with a start, nearly kicking himself off the sofa in his panic. He must have swung the Magun in confusion, almost hard enough to strain his muscles. Breath returned to both his lungs, a series of coughs and a strangled whine as his hand clawed at the fabric over his middle, as though attempting to stop his innards from falling in a heap at his feet.
Breathe, Svaardzjetrorahm. There is no wound. There is no danger. There is no enemy.
"Haaa.... haaa...." both his lungs were in order, at least. A droplet of sweat traveled down his temple, and the Wind rose to his feet to head outside.
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He was kneeling in front of the circle of painted stone that he had once created in the Witch's garden. The crisp night air cooled his skin and cleared his mind, helping suppress the jitters that sought to claim reign over his body. A part of him wondered whether the occasional tremor was still a vestige of the nightmare, or if maybe the low temperature was playing its part. Either way, it mattered very little.
Eyes like the ocean stared forlornly into the middle of the grave - the window to death. The idrhisen lay pristine and undisturbed, tended to regularly by the both of them. Truly, he could not even begin to thank the Witch for maintaining a monument not of her own people whenever he was gone. It was a testament to her trust in him, to trust in the significance of this symbolic grave he built. She never knew any of his blood, yet treated them like kin nonetheless.
As they all were. Connected not in blood, but in Soil. Prayers of the earth on the wind, answered now on another world under a different star. So that they may finally have a home away from home. Aviro-tou.
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"I'm sorry." He repeated, finding his voice broken. A tear finding its way past the frigid dam in his eye traced a thin rivulet past his ekkti, only to fall upon stone.
If only there was a way to make it right. Their sins lived with them, but never died. He wondered whether it was holding his brother from rebirth. Do you miss them, Vriija..? The Wind's thoughts wandered. The old times, before any of this happened. Before the Gun met the Sword and the prophecy was set in motion. Before the hurt. Before betrayal.
Before bloodshed. Why did things always have to end in blood?
Why not, a stray thought answered. This is what you are. Accursed.
Kaze lowered himself, a deep bow of his back until his forehead kissed stone. Crimson hair spilling freely and hiding his face from sight. He remained like this for some time, meditating silently.
After all, the most he could do was remember.
There truly was not too much more left.
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remythologise · 6 months
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fine fine I'll buy tumblr ad-free and some badges. anything to keep this website running
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larrylimericks · 2 years
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8Jun22
June Yelling Edition Pride month’s coming out with a bang: Soon Lou’s headed back to Zach Sang, The MP trailer drops On Thursday—hearts will stop, And Away From Home’s headed to Spain!
Fortune Telling Edition Their future’s a fortune untold, But beneath blue and green paper folds They stay paired together— LOML’s forever— Like Lou’s dirty socks, two mated souls.
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semercury · 1 year
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I want to stream again but I'm afraid of people judging me or saying something stupid or people hating me over some little misspeak or something, which is unfortunate bc one of the reasons I started streaming was to challenge my fear of people judging me or saying something stupid or people hating me over some little misspeak or something.
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bibleofficial · 1 year
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this FAT bitch !!!!!! she KNOWS i SEE her 😭😭😭
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iinmysights · 7 months
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OK FINE IM GOING TO BED. but if i suddenly changed from my pathetic loser cute bf to “he’s literally me”ing a demon in my pfp and banner later no i didn’t.
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thequeencity · 1 year
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there should not be regional blackouts in the year 2022 i swear to god
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king-tower · 2 years
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with the first round of dates over with, it's almost time to eliminate a couple of the contestants. but while Aster ponders that decision, it looks like those in the villa are enjoying their time together -- some more than others.
and Farah is still thinking about that hostess
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sapnapsboyfriend · 2 years
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found this playlist on spotify and its been making me go fucking insane screaming crying throwing up screaming in anguish etc etc i cannot highly reccomend it if you have the desert duo brainrot (even if u don't its just a really good playlist) and if u see this and u made this playlist i want you to know that you get them more than anyone on this gay fucking earth and i wanna know how it feels to have the biggest brain possible. you fucking legend
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I’m so sick of waiting for my PC parts to come in, I just wanna be able to use my art tablet again man
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cibome · 1 year
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#delete later#i went away to the mountains for the weekend and i had a lot of fun and i feel calm and relaxed from spending time in nature and hiking#we also went to see the starts it was so much fun#BUT#i went with my mom and her friends from work and its very exhausting for me to be expected to be sociable 24/4 i just cant do it#i cant be friendly and talkative around people i barely know for THREE DAYS#plus on the first night i accidentally broke my thumb ring which ive had for 3-4 years#i rotate it around my finger all the time to keep me concentrated it calms me down AND it also helps me reduce my skin picking#its not a big problem since i can just buy a new one (if they still have them which idk) but at the time when it broke ...#mind you i accidentally dropped it to the ground and it fragmented into like 20 bits it overwhelmed me so much i almost cried on the spot#im back home already which is good but im so EXHAUSTED emotionally and socially and im working all day tomorrow...#which means i wont be able to buy a new ring until tuesday when i usually cannot even leave the house without it on#rn it just feels so wrong i even feel a bit sick from not having it on#ITS JUST A FUCKING RING... why do i depend this much on a fucking ring idk#but like i had a lot of fun we saw lots of beautiful sceneries i have pics ill probs post them later#i took my reflex but i forgot to charge it or bring the charger so i could only take pics on the first and last day#also the hiking we did was in places that were kind of physically straining so i dont think bringing it wouldve been a good idea#RANT OVER if you read all the way to here i love you thanks for reading my stream of consciousness quite literally <3
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