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jesperr-fahey · 7 months
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anyway magic is real and buttons is gonna turn into a seagull. i'm claiming this now.
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theartingace · 6 months
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was doodling more faces when all of a sudden, Life on our Planet happened so have an assortment of sort of ancient creatures! Generic brand Therapsid! An Amphibian(?)! a dunkle tadpole! Also detail for my vaguely gorgonopsid guy's face because look at him <3
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basilpaste · 5 months
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siffrin is the canary AND the coal mine btw. if you even care.
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beesgav · 1 month
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loudly declaring "my city now" but the city is still pretty densely populated and I'm ignoring like 90% of it
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fromperdition4 · 2 months
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Three lads, working together to solve mysteries 🥰
But why does this feel familia—
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Oh
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no but how sad for alain to love a man who wouldn't hesitate to risk both of their lives to get what he wants
and how sad for ayrton to realize he has to risk the life of the man he loves to get what he wants
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the isat discord played gartic phone so I've decided to share the drawings I made heheh :P
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hand-of-devotion · 6 months
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Posts that remind me of Ashton Greymoore. Throwing this in the tag like it’s a palette cleanser.
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its-tortle · 2 months
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in preparation for tonight ✨️✨️
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glomofnit · 7 months
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Bruh the nona ebook is way to expensive for a meme-ass mishmash of bad word building and an extremely confusing narrative. Proud ebook theif right here lol
Sorry to hear you didn’t enjoy Nona, but like, the memes and the confusion and the way Muir does world building are things she’s been doing from the beginning of the series, if you don’t like it you can just drop it and read something else? Everyone else around here is enjoying themselves.
And,
1) My favorite book in the series is Harrow, in large parts due to how confusing it is, so couldn’t be me, but I’m also not sure why you expected this one to just not… include one of the core features of storytelling Muir uses? I didn’t even personally find Nona that confusing. It was pretty tame compared to HtN, and even if I didn’t catch everything, I still understood the book perfectly well on the first read.
2) I own four copies of Nona, why the hell are you on this blog?
3) The eBooks are very standard as far as eBook prices go. Why are you coming onto a random blog to anonymously flex about not paying queer creators? Also, if you’re adamant about not wanting to pay for a book, libraries are a thing. Or is your badass thieving persona too cool for those?
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befuddled-calico-whump · 11 months
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4 and 15 for CERUS
psychological torture + torture room
from this game ///// Penumbra Masterlist
His cart was heavy, almost too heavy for one man to maneuver, but Cerus supposed he should count himself lucky the overseer had given him something with wheels. Of course, he knew it wasn't an act of kindness. He was here to work, and dragging sled after sled full of coal up out of the mines would be excruciatingly slow, even for those who would only watch him struggle under it.
The only thing that kept him placing one foot in front of the other was the fear of slipping up, of having the cart roll backwards and crush him, and not kill him but leave him broken, in the hands of uncaring men until the Healer came round on seventh day.
Cerus was nearing the opening of the mine, the fading daylight and fresh air. The cart wasn't ten yards from the entrance when it suddenly stopped. Frowning, he gave it a shove, but it wouldn't budge. Something must be caught in the wheels, but he didn't dare step out from behind the heavy thing, for fear that it would roll all the way back into the heart of the mountain, giving him no choice but to waste precious strength to retrieve it.
So instead, he knelt, holding the cart in place by leaning a shoulder into it, and squinted into the darkness beneath. Suddenly, the thing jolted backwards, nearly crushing his hand, and Cerus frantically threw his weight against it. Laughter came from somewhere in the darkness, and an oily yellow light began to pool on the walls, soon followed by the silhouette of a man, his face ghoulish in the glow of his lantern.
In the weeks since his arrival, Cerus had made an effort to memorize the names and the faces of the miners he worked alongside. Not out of any misplaced sense of camaraderie, but because he'd quickly learned that some had more reason to hate him than others. And some, he'd had the displeasure of learning, were less hesitant to act on that hatred. Gauguin, a redhead from the plains. Dark eyed Drez. And, towering over him now, standing in the way of his cart and his much-needed rest, Nerros, a craggy-faced blond man with a smile that reminded Cerus of the twisted snarl of a wolf.
He watched in silence as Nerros knelt down, removing something that looked suspiciously like a pickaxe from the tracks. The man leaned against the cart, pushing Cerus back another few inches.
"Hard at work, little shadow?"
Answering pointless questions had never helped him before, and Cerus wasn't about to push his luck. He bowed his head, slowly stood while keeping his weight against the cart, and hoped the other man would vanish.
But of course, Nerros being who he was, he knew the other man wouldn't be deterred by something as simple as silence. When Cerus tried to push against his weight, he only leaned more into it, forcing him to splay his legs to keep himself balanced. A spike of pain shot up his ankle at the shift, and he gripped the edge of the cart so tightly he thought it might break skin to keep a yelp at bay. His hand spasmed, causing him to nearly lose his grip altogether, but he managed to hold on.
"Was talkin' to you, Shadow King. Impolite to ignore your superiors, you know."
Were his magic still intact, the man wouldn't dare speak to him that way. Were he still king, he could send a hoard of undead to tear him to pieces. But here, in the damp of the mine and endless toil of the camp, Cerus had no power.
Not meeting Nerros's eyes, he gave a curt nod. "Nearly done," he said softly.
The other man gave the cart a light shove, pushing it another inch back.
"Nearly done, eh? What makes you think that?"
Cerus kept his eyes downcast. He wanted nothing more than to reach his raggedy excuse for a bed and collapse there, sinking into the reprieve sleep brought until dawn, when he'd be woken with a boot or a shout. Such a small desire, held out of reach by this lowborn vulture.
"It's my tenth load," Cerus said, trying to keep his voice neutral. Too fearful or demure and Nerros would latch on like a parasite; too angry, and the other man would seize onto the opportunity to punish him for defiance. It seemed there was very little Cerus could do that would allow him to avoid misery. "The daily requirement is ten," he continued, but as Nerros leaned forward, he knew it wasn't enough.
"I count nine." 
Cerus saw what was going to happen before the other man moved, but could do nothing to stop it as Nerros suddenly gave the cart a hard shove, too much weight behind the motion for Cerus's frantic countering push to do anything. It was all he could do to scramble out of the way and avoid being crushed under the wheels.
As hours of work went careening back down the sloped trail, Cerus didn't bother to quell the rising feeling of despair.
"How unlucky," Nerros said, heavy boots trudging towards Cerus's sprawled form, not stopping until the toe of one was pressed against his ribcage. Whether it was a promise of pain or a mere threat, he was uncertain.
"You'd better get back to work," the other man continued. "Ten's the requirement, ain't it? Or should I beat you for lying down on the job?"
Wordlessly, Cerus began to struggle to his feet. Not fast enough for Nerros, and the man made his impatience known with a kick in the abdomen, prompting a cry from Cerus and a laugh from his tormentor.
"Better hurry, little shadow." His teeth glinted in the dim light as a grin crossed his face. "Be dark soon."
Then, mercifully, Nerros at last turned away.
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zxal · 2 years
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Can someone make a “hello sans from undertale” “hello bragi from kingdomhearts” meme for me I’m too lazy
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sir-yeehaw-paws · 1 year
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I have such vital commentary guys.
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cyberdragoninfinity · 4 months
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finished the main indigo disc storyline tonight. went and hung out at the crystal pool for a while
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mayonaisalspray · 4 months
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If this shit ass game forces me to be mean to Kieran I’m going to throw up
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