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acknowledgetheabsurd · 5 months
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Happy birthday to Albert Camus!
(November 7, 1913 - January 4, 1960)
"In this light and silence, years of night and fury melted slowly away. I listened to an almost forgotten sound within myself, as if my heart had long been stopped and was now gently beginning to beat again."
Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays (Return to Tipasa)
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marvel-lous3000 · 4 months
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A Sad Love Story
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⚠️Comic not mine
This is how their love story begin.
The love story of Vision and Wanda.
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grrudu · 1 year
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Entre-terre, jour 1.
"L'aventure commence !"
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Beginnings: The Nexus of Fate
Campaign name: Runterra: The Sound of Violence
Party title: The Nexus of Fate
System: Pathfinder 2e
Country of origin: Players/GM are all USAmerican
Campaign start: March 2023-ongoing
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There was a festival in Xiao'le. Everyone was supposed to be celebrating. Koeda was glad to see his hometown in high spirits. This strange, foreign, metal girl who sometimes spoke with another voice was certainly drawing attention- including that of the bird-Vastayan fortune teller, and the bear-Vastayan who, honestly, was barely discernibly from an actual bear. Both Vastayan seemed mute, communicating mainly in their sign language or with gestures and facial expressions to those who didn't understand their signing. How the bird, Xanrei, was telling fortunes this way is a mystery.
There was an awkward round of introductions, considering the signing necessary. The metal girl with the blue lights was called Nia, and the other voice, which turned the lights green, was called Ezi. Meanwhile, the bear seemed to think his name was simply "Aaaaa". Moments after the exchange of names, a scream rang out.
A ship was fast approaching the docks. Really fast. It wasn't going to stop- in fact, it crashed right up into the streets, splintering on the grounds. Noxian convicts poured out of the boat, brandishing weapons and immediately setting to cause as much damage and chaos as they could. The group that would become known as the Nexus of Fate truly came together in that moment when they all took up arms against the invasion.
As they cleared the streets, they kept encountering people fleeing, looking for refuge. The Nexus gathered them up, trying to escort them all to safety in the temple in the center of town. After one skirmish, they took one of the convicts alive and began questioning him. As soon as he started to explain that there was a plan, someone was behind this, a gunshot rang out. A bullet pierced through the glass of the windowpane and into the man's skull, a golden flower blossoming from the wound.
The group felt their hearts drop as most of them recognized the carnage before them. The flowers blooming from death wounds was a sure sign of the Golden Demon. Nia suddenly became desperate to reach the temple.
When they arrived, Aaaaa and Xanrei went inside to carry and tend to wounded, while Nia and Koeda pursued ideas of their own. Koeda took to the roofs, tracking down a stranger watching the temple and chasing him away. Nia, however, promptly ran back into the temple and urged them to evacuate in light of what she saw.
Bombs. Lots of them.
In a frantic flurry, the group loaded up those who couldn't walk into a cart, and herded the others out of the town gates, while Aaaaa pulled the cart to safety. Bare seconds after they passed the gates, they were thrown to their feet as the ground was rocked by a massive explosion, followed by a chain of smaller bursts. A veritable bouquet of those signature blossoms burst into the sky- 15 circling the town, and in the center, one massive bloom visible for miles.
The whole crowd stood there, numb, staring at the calling card of death, realizing they were all that had survived of Xiao'le.
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valennciaroyals · 1 year
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The Kingdom Of Aurora 
Welcome newcomers to the Kingdom or should I say Queendom of Aurora! The rolling hills of Windenburg, the capital of the Kingdom, is where our royal family resides, The Valenncias. The current ruler of Aurora is Her Majesty Queen Aurora Valenncia. 
Windenburg - The Valenncias 
The Heir to the throne is His Royal Highness Princess Nova Valenncia. There are 13 noble families governing over 13 of Aurora’s states: 
Willow Creek - The Worthingtons 
Oasis Springs - The Haughtons 
Newcrest - RoseGolds 
Henford Bagley - La’Amore 
Forgotten Hollow - The Boudreauxs 
San Myshuno - The Pancakes 
Brindleton Bay - The Brooks 
Del Sol Valley - The IQs 
Strangerville - The Bakers 
Sulani - The Konas 
Glimmerbrook - The Arnetts 
Mt. Komorebi - The Komatsus 
Evergreen Harbor - The Lemus
These families control and govern the state in the name of the crown and govern the more mysterious citizens of Aurora as well. The clubs of Aurora are : 
The Noble & Royal Kids 
Governors of Aurora 
Head of House 
Future Leader of Aurora
Future Head of House 
These Clubs help keep the peace in the kingdom for all citizens. As you visit the beautiful states of my home remember to enjoy all it has to offer and maybe you’ll want to stay forever
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bloodrune1310 · 6 months
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Guys, hey
I'm new here and was introduced to this by my sister Outercross246. We plan on doing collaborations of stories for Outercross's pics. Go send her love!
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themonsterp · 9 months
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jerseynumber10shirt · 8 months
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WHAT/WHO IS JERSEYNO10SHIRT?
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In football, the most creative player on the team wears the JerseyNo10Shirt.
It is a mark of greatness.
With all humility but also with confidence in my ability, I borrow the nickname JerseyNo10Shirt because I know that I carry the mark of greatness.
Be it music, art, filmmaking, documentary, fashion etc I always strive to create epic shxt.
Welcome to the epic journey of JerseyNo10Shirt.
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Over My Dead Body - Prologue
God… please don’t let this be where I die.
I wasn’t supposed to be here. I mean, I literally wasn’t supposed to be near this part of town, but as I stared at the floor, thinking to myself, my feet took charge and brought me to a shelter. Admittedly, it looked like the type of shelter where runt dogs were kept to either be illegally put down or forced into fighting circles, and it turns out that I wasn’t far off. 
I felt another strike across my stomach, slashing so hard against my skin that it felt as though my intestines were spilling out of the bruised flesh. The shouting around us was beginning to become muffled. Angry faces stared at me, eyes wide, mouths open as they screamed, spitting saliva at the floor as they degraded me. Pulling my hands up close to my face again to protect myself, I gasped for air when a closed and tense fist collided with my diaphragm. 
I dropped to my knees, choking on my own blood. I got dragged back to my feet by someone behind me and they held me against their body. I could hear them muttering some words of encouragement, but I couldn’t focus on those words. I had to focus on something else. I had to find a way out of here before she killed me. Although, for whatever reason or whatever her motive is, I probably deserve it. I deserve to be beaten to a pulp, tortured with hot water and bath salts, and then I deserve to rot and die in prison. 
Tunnelling my vision away from the pool of my blood on the floor, I saw a black smudge plastered across the surface of my opponent's back. Or is it a squiggle? Gosh, I couldn’t tell. Not with blood, sweat, and tears blurring my vision. All I could make out was a tanned and orange glow that hugged her silhouette. Maybe it was a worm. Who in their right mind would get a worm tattooed on their back? 
Everyone was a blur. Everyone’s voices were overpowered by my own slow and heavy breathing. I was struggling. 
I unfocused my attention onto her marking and flicked to her smile. A sinister smile. Perfect teeth, blinding, even covered in her own blood that spilt from her nose. She had a smile that made you question how many men she had killed, but her eyes told you that she had already lost count. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her own blood that pooled out of her knuckles and across the sharp curve of her jaw. She wiped her nose and stared at me, smiling. I had seen that smile a thousand times before, in the same situation, right before the same outcome. 
She really is going to kill me. 
“My Lord God, even now I accept at thy hands cheerfully and willingly, with all its anxieties, pains and sufferings, whatever death it shall please thee to be mine,” I murmured to myself before I gulped down another ball of blood and saliva. She threw another right hook against my jaw and her force brought up the blood I had just swallowed and it spewed from my mouth as I tumbled. I swung back. I had to. She was going to kill me. But I missed it. Shit, I missed. 
Shaking, I took a step back and raised my hands again. Someone pulled me back and started murmuring to me. Something along the lines of ‘get back out there,’ but I couldn’t. I couldn’t. 
“Come on!” I heard her shout, spitting the blood from her mouth and dropping her shoulders from their high and tense position. Her voice was far too familiar. Raw with anger yet too feminine to sound like she could be a threat. Her voice deceived her. Her appearance lied to us all. 
Sweat dripped down her body and clumped her short black hair against her forehead and neck. She breathed out as she let out a low giggle and relaxed her body, no longer in defence. She spun on the spot, examining the crowd as she did. I looked too, everyone was still as giddy as they were when she landed the first punch. 
God… please don’t let me die! 
She slowly turned around and looked at me as if she heard my silent plea for saviour. Her eyes were dark with rage, taunting me. Did my cry for help anger her more? What did I do to deserve this? God --
“PLEASE!” I screamed, blood dripping from my mouth. She was proud. Everyone was happy. I was dying… people were watching me die, and they were thriving. Should I die? One more punch and I would be dead. Why was she putting it off? Just kill me, damn it. 
She raised her arms again in their tense position, her knuckles bleeding and her arms splattered with my blood. I looked back at her slightly cracked lips. I ignored the cut and focused on the smile. I could see the kindness that it once portrayed, the kindness that it once showed me, but as she giggled again and stepped forward, I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to watch her smile turn into bared teeth as she screamed.
She was kind.
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rainbowgelpen2000 · 2 years
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at darryl's place for the first time <3
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calrose-nightingale · 11 months
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Hel-lo! I'm Kat Nyx, and I'm finally posting my art after all these years. Here we go ✨️
K Nyx
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staticsiren · 1 year
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How does one become a writer?
It’s more than just being literate and knowing how to make complete sentences. Right? So what exactly defines a writer? Is it by things they’ve published or how much they’re read? How eloquent they are and how descriptive they can make things seem on a page?
Let’s find out.
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furryestx · 1 year
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Sooo.... i suppose this its a starting line, here we go... HELLO TUMBRL, after analyzing ALL social nets, i've come to the conclusion of Tumbrl™ being the Perfect place for the conection as me (FurryestX™) with the world, the way i like.
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poemasecoffee · 2 years
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Ela nunca vai ser você, mas a vejo como uma chance de recomeçar.
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diversitysub · 2 years
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So ,guys,the TikTok is full of videos about ,, TOP G ,,
Many of u know this ,but let me present a little story about him
Was born in Romania & living in England
Being poor he tried to make all what it takes to take 1 st place , he start his career in box , from there the life is changed & his family finically situation also
Now he has a community and a business,, hustler university,, ,we can say ,, now his dream become true,,
Everyone likes him and I do because he is right
Andrew tate- the top G !
Tank you guys ,u can follow me on Instagram: nusuntgeorge_
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poetjonnyox · 2 years
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Time to make some new ashes. -Jonny Ox #itstime #burnbabyburn #ashes #quotes #createdtocreate #createyourlife #jonnyox #make #new #begining #finish #makeit #timeflies #timeless #universal #ready #fullspeed https://www.instagram.com/p/CeovsKSpJxA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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