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#i am going to fucking explode
nonbinarycollector · 1 year
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but, i think i heard king whisper "i hope i see you again"
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elitehoe · 7 months
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KENNY OMEGA VS MJF ON COLLISION
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klownedmilk · 1 year
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Brennan and Matt keep mentioning the lore doc and I am grinding my teeth because I can't get my grubby hands on it and I NEED ITTTT SO BADDDDDDDD
so fuck you, I am, making it myself.
I'm going to go through. Every episode of ACOC and then the adventuring parties which may I mention are long, AS FUCK. and then Binge the ravening war and it's adventuring parties and make an entire fucking lore doc INCLUDING THE IMPLIED SHIT BECAUSE I AM HYPERFIXATING
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cheesebrackers · 9 months
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koukaaa-descent · 2 months
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indigo lore…. Thinking about him hurts me in ways I cannot explain
You are born in agony. It is a short, momentary agony, one spent blind to the world beyond the self. It was so bright. It was so beautiful. (Gray walls. Fluorescent light. Faceless faces. Is that still beautiful?)
Murmuring voices, low and unsure. You realize that you can see—that the light has been dimmed. The shiny material of another’s visor gleams in the low light as they peer down at you.
You are alive. It is stark in the way which your ribs expand, and your heart beats. It is a vivid, awful moment of realization.
There is silence. You are on the floor. A hand reaches out, offering itself. You are afraid, but you take it anyways.
(She was always the kindest of them all.)
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It is… smiling. (You don’t recall what it’s called). A porcelain thing atop a face, tilted with curiosity. Arms, reaching out, hand a mere moment away from your face. You think for a moment that the touch would have been gentle if not for her intervention.
A short shriek of complete defiance. The entity before you flinches away and turns, precariously wobbling on unsteady feet as it attempts to face her. But it is too late, and they are both crashing to the ground.
You begin to wonder what will happen. You begin to understand that perhaps you will never understand this feeling.
For a moment, it looks as if she has the upper hand, as if she is going to slaughter it bare-handed. She has her fingers hooked beneath the edges of the mask, ready to rip it out of the host. But there is a scream, and—
Blood. There is so much blood that you do not know what to do with yourself. Acid burns in the back of your throat but you later learn that it, too, was blood. Suddenly, the entity is the one winning. You cannot move.
She falls limp upon its body. She begins to move again. When you next see her face, there is a mask. Its surface is curled and wrinkled in a strange way that you cannot describe beyond just that—strange.
It stands. And she’s gone. She’s not there anymore.
It’s like she’d never existed in the first place.
It tilts its head at you, the same way the first did. You wonder if it knows the same things she did. If it knows that she walked a certain way, or oftentimes hung around for just long enough that you knew that you were seen.
You wonder if it knows how to sing like she did. She tried to teach you. She failed, miserably.
It stares. It turns away, swaying. Just like that, you part ways.
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There is sunlight through the treetops, dappling the world below with fleeting glimmers of light. Stepping back here feels strange. (A lot of things are strange.)
Springtime. Life. It’s everywhere. Vines crawl up the trees, indigo flowers vivid within their blooms. You like that word. You really do.
Manticoils sing. Miles away, a Forest Keeper bellows a greeting; to what, you did not know. (Perhaps it recognizes you.) The Hawks squeal and chatter a while away, hanging in the treetops. There is something small inside of the bushes.
There is something small inside of the bushes.
It feels like the forest is very quiet as you carefully walk through the brush. It is not, though; it’s only imagination. But it feels quiet. Even the sound of your own footsteps is muffled. There is something small in the bushes.
It is so small. You do not understand why you feel this way.
It raises its head, impossibly feeble. It manages a short, warbling coo.
You do not understand why you feel this way. You walk back to the ship with something small cupped in your hands, warbling and chattering the entire way back.
(Indigo. That is a good name.)
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strawberrryangel · 11 months
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“why are you so quiet?”
it is day 2 of ao3 being down. dean literally got hit by a car last chapter, the last thing we heard was cas screaming for his husband, and i can’t read the next one. so you can imagine the kind of stress i am under.
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cavewretch · 15 days
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rant time i turn 26 next month which means i'll be booted off my parents health insurance . i have been in contact w their insurance to see if they'll let me stay on in some sort of situation but 1) i fear they will want me to sign away my legal autonomy to my parents and 2) they refuse to tell me if i am eligible to do that until right before my birthday, aka, the day i lose it . i have been trying to get on disability/medicaid since 2020(!!!!!) and they are currently processing my second application in the furthest i've ever gotten but they say that can take up to 130 days which is certainly not by my birthday .
tomorrow i was supposed to have an appointment with a gastro specialist who was possibly finally maybe maybe going to know what is happening to me . i made this appointment an entire year ago and this was the earliest i could get. and now apparently due to road closures and subway maintenance i have to reschedule because i can no longer physically get there
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HOW DID I MANAGE TO FORGET TO TELL YOU GUYS THAT I’M SEEING STYX AGAIN TOMORROW?????
I’M GOING TO LAS VEGAS AND I AM GOING TO HAVE THE CUTEST OUTFIT ON AND YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO SEE IT AND I AM SO EXCITED TO SHOW YOU
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wilfey · 4 months
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Ohh, you hear that?
Someone made a Jay Eazy remix. Yes
By.. hm,,,,,,,,
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sansxfuckyou · 5 months
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friendly reminder that if a fic reads 1/1 on Ao3, that means its a motherfucking oneshot and don't say 'looking forward to the next chapter' when it says the fic is completed
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eudico-my-beloved · 1 year
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I am this close to fucking losing it
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boygirlctommy · 1 year
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SOBS i hate chainsaw man i hate it i hate it
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daily-keisou · 8 months
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No daily today
My tablet does not want to work.
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dozzlegramcracker · 1 year
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WHY ARE GOOD GAMES MADE BY BAD PEOPLE
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*starts getting violent*
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kikosuu · 1 year
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i stay silly :3
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moonlit-trolls · 5 months
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i fucking hate tourists
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