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yuelaos-codex · 4 months

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finally playing a durge run with my tav and seeing all the extra content be like:

#and she’s gonna be romancing the same character too bc she’s down bad bad #bg3 tav #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 durge #durge #bg3 meme #hannya art #yue’s codex entry: selene #selene aleanraheal #yuelao.meme

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2d-dreams · 10 months

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#the arts of being #bill cipher #pollux codex #undescribed images #cy art #the arts of memeing

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leaslichoma · 4 months

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This is the Aztec god Nanahuatzin. He sacrificed himself in a fire so that the world would have a sun and humanity could live. However, there is a problem. More and more humans are spending less time in the sun to spend more time at work and in school. In some places, people spend the whole day without seeing the light of the sun because they are busy working! This makes Nanahuatzin very sad because it means his sacrifice was in vain. Please cheer him up by quitting your job and/or classes to spend more time in his radiant light.

#aztec mythology #aztec gods #get lazy #get demotivated #nanahuatzin #neet #neetcore #codex borgia #memes #anti work #sun #sun light #sun god #demotivational

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wonderful101gecs · 5 months

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How big that dick girl?

#literal codex entry #anon sent an apology right after this but i do wanna reassure them i am just fine with it and i know it's a funny meme #i wouldn't make a habit of sending random trans girls that ask tho. not everyone is me.

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cabezadeperro · 5 months

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Codex + 69 heh heh (watch this be the most emotionally damaging song on your playlist kfjsjhfks)

hi friend!! you were right!!!!!!!!

the song was........... first time by hozier.

post order 66, established relationship, memory issues related to the chip. not a fix it.

Some part of me must have died The first time that you called me baby And some part of me came alive The first time that you called me baby

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Budgeting was never something Rex thought he’d have to learn. He resettles the strap of the bag around his shoulder and pauses outside the shop, squinting against the bright noon sun to check his list one last time.

One shop left, and then he can go home. Rex folds the flimsi sheet in two and returns it to his jacket pocket. The street’s quiet, the wind that blows in from the sea leaving the taste of brine on the back of Rex’s mouth. Rex stuffs cold hands in his pocket, and his right plays with the remaining credit chit, with his list, the calluses on his fingers catching on the edges of both.

He never thought he’d have to learn how to budget for food, for clothes, or learn how and where to shop. It’s become part of his routine: every time he moves to a different world, if he knows he’s going to stay for longer than a couple weeks, he—plans. He makes a list.

Half an hour later, he’s making his way back to the small apartment he’s been sharing with Cody. It's on the top floor of a narrow old building with rickety stairs and a leaky roof, and Cody spent the very first night they spent there watching the street through the big window in the living room, leaving the bed right after he thought Rex had fallen asleep.

It’s one of those things Rex has had to learn to plan around, very much like budgeting. Sometimes Cody doesn’t sleep.

And sometimes he—forgets.

It’s the chip. It must be: he had it so much longer than Rex ever did.

That morning, Rex leaves for the shops very early and returns when it’s almost noon. He knocks on the door of their tiny rented apartment and then unlocks the door with his copy of the keys. Shoes off, keys on the hook by the door, and then to the kitchen. He’s almost done putting away the groceries when it dawns on him how quiet and how empty the flat feels, and then—then.

Rex breathes in and out. Deeply. Slowly. He pushes away the fear, the awful, freezing panic, and makes his way into the bedroom.

The bed is empty, the sheets a mess. He left Cody working in bed, half-naked and his datapad in his lap, mug with caf slowly cooling on the cluttered bedside table on his side. The datapad and the mug and his underwear are still there, somehow sharing the pillow. Rex snorts, something very like relief blooming in his chest. He reaches for the mug and leaves it back on the table, right over the crusty, sticky caf rings already there.

(Something else he’s had to learn to get used to: Cody’s awful, ever-growing mess. He hates that one much less than he once thought.)

That leaves the fresher. Rex sighs and knocks once before opening the door.

He can’t see anything at first: a cloud of heat and damp hits him in the face, and he blinks. Half-blinded. Then he first makes out the silhouette of the toilet, the sink; and then he sees Cody.

He’s sitting on the shower floor, naked and still wet, his back against the tiled wall and his arms wrapped around his bent knees. He’s watching Rex with his lips pressed tight, a flush high up on his cheekbones that might be shame or just the heat.

Rex closes the door at his back and clears his throat.

“I found that brand of caf you like,” he says, feeling half-way between ridiculous and terrified. “It was on sale.”

Cody blinks. He looks away and scoffs. He rubs his face against his bicep and doesn’t stop Rex when he crosses the bathroom and steps into the shower to sit at his side. The water’s off, must have been for a while, but the off-white porcelain is slick and wet and still warm. Rex makes a face when his now soaked shirt sticks to his back but doesn’t move away.

“I’m fine,” Cody says. His shoulder’s touching Rex’s—they’re not big men, but the shower’s pretty small—but he’s not quite leaning away, the muscle tense and quivering slightly. Rex wants to reach out, to wrap his arm around Cody’s shoulders: he doesn’t. “I was just showering and—”

And he forgot. And it went away. And then it all came back, but it wasn’t the same. Rex looks down at his own feet and not for the first time wonders at all those months where he just… did nothing. Didn’t look. Didn’t try to find him.

“I’m fine,” Cody says again. He’s beginning to sound angry—that means he was—is—scared.

Rex sighs. He gives in and throws his arm around Cody’s shoulders. Cody stiffens, and for a few long seconds Rex is so sure he’s about to move away.

And then he doesn’t. He shifts closer, tucks his damp face into Rex’s neck, his lips brushing his throat and his hair wetting Rex’s shirt.

“Every time you leave I am so sure it’s going to be the last time,” he mumbles. Rex closes his eyes and buries his nose in Cody’s hair. They share the same shampoo—it’s a pretty cheap brand, but Rex has learned to love the way it smells on Cody’s hair, on his skin.

“Then I won’t,” Rex says. Cody snorts.

“You’re such a shit liar,” he replies, voice thick. Rex feels him swallow: he closes his eyes. He waits for the question: he has now learned to prepare for it. “You are Rex. Right?”

Rex wonders if someday he’ll learn how to stop his heart from breaking every single time.

“Yeah. Yes, Cody. I am.”

#codex #commander cody #captain rex #maría writes #spotify wrapped writing meme #cloneshipping

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moth-party · 4 months

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What happens when you mix a wyrm and a kin of nightmares? You get a fluffy spoiled baby!

While not a fankid since all three are my ocs I figured it’d be fun to do this with them!

Template by @dairyfreenugget

#party favors #hollow knight #hollow knight oc #codex xihuitl #oc: quezal #oc: chantilly #oc: fuego #anthro #moth-party #dairyfreenugget #fankid meme

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constantlymisspelled · 9 months

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Not me, writing a draft for the Supercommando Codex and a Galactic Bill of Sentient Rights:

Fuck.

#star wars #star wars memes #supercommando codex #sentient bill of rights #mandalorians #true mandalorians #jaster mereel #grabbed me by the throat and said write #so here we go #autism strikes again #can you believe this is just for a fanfic?#lmao #Jaster Mereel's 70k long legal document that changed the galaxy

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the-arts-of-being · 11 months

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i remember Bill mentioning that Pollux absolutely falls for all his merchant tricks every single time, and this reminded me of something he would do

#the arts of being #pollux codex #id in alt text #described images #bill cipher #asks #the arts of memeing

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rjalker · 8 months

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AU where all the people who called their hotline learn what happened and storm the asylum and jail and rescue them and they get to get actual therapy and fight for equal rights together.

(Chromatists putting pride flags on their sides is the best thing ever)

(I seem to recall art somewhere with Bill with the aroace flag...? Might be remembering wrong)

@2d-dreams I love your story and characters. They're so cute.

[ID: A simple, lineless digital drawing of Pollux Codex, an original Flatland character, and Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls, sitting in a bench under a tree and smiling at the camera while saying, "Cheese!". Pollux is a blue hexagon with his left side, which we see on his right, darker blue and covered with scar tissue, with another scar on his lower side. He has a black bowtie, and holds a yellow cane in his right hand. The two of his sides on the right have been painted in the gay flag and the ace flag. The gay flag has stripes of dark green, seafoam, off-white, medium blue, and very dark blue. The ace flag is black, grey, white, and purple. Bill is a yellow equillateral triangle with darker scars on his lower half, concentrated on his right side, wearing a black bowtie and a tall tophat, holding a blue cane in his left hand, which we see on his right. His diagonal sides are painted with the gay, agender, and aroace flags. The araoce flag is orange, yellow, white, light blue, and dark blue, and is drawn upside down here. The agender flag is black, grey, white, light green, white, grey, and black. He has his eye closed while he smiles, and both he and Pollux are reaching out with their hands around the other while looking at the camera. Behind them is a large tree, and below them is green grass. The background is blank white. End ID.]

You should all go read The Arts of Being. You don't have to know anything about Gravity Falls except for the very ending. You can read Flatland here for free for context for that stuff.

They're adorable, your honor.