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cabin10diaries · 8 months
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jason lived, and he was alone. piper distanced herself from him, leo was gods-know-where, and reyna joined the hunt.
jason lived, and he sacrificed himself. it was the only thing he could do. piper couldn't die: she had her whole life ahead of her. jason? he was trained to fight, born to die in battle against his enemy. and that, he did.
jason died, and his life was gone. he expected to end up in the underworld, of course; if he was lucky, then he'd be honored to elysium.
jason died, and he was sent to valhalla. his view on gods was turned upside down as he saw those in the Hall, and surrounded himself by those of various mythologies. he found himself beside honorable norse demigods, mortals, and any other species.
jason died, and he visited his friends. they were happy, of course, that jason was back. they missed him, they loved him, they stayed friends with him. he visited as often as he could, along with irisMessaging.
jason died, and he stayed young. he was a teen forever, invincible in valhalla. he could fight and train– exactly what he'd done when he was alive– and not be worried of the permanence of death.
jason died, and he watched his friends grow. leo, working with his moms to help children in need have a safe place to stay. piper, living with shel, indulging their lives in their creativity. she even adopted tons of cats, jason and leo being their uncles. reyna stayed as young as him, her skills as a hunter steadily increasing. he was so proud of them.
jason died, and he saw his friends do the same. first, piper, then leo. he mourned with shel until she inevitably died, too. even reyna, killed by a foe in battle. he avoided the mortal world, using his grief to power himself in valhalla.
jason died, and he was alone again.
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beebundt · 2 months
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im busy with an art trade but wanted 2 share some recent scraps of charlie. i haven't posted abt her in years oh my god
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sabertoothwalrus · 19 days
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chilchuck voice my wife
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seagiri · 11 days
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very sleep deprived doodles of whatever’s going on inside my brain
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sevenines · 14 days
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OBSESSED with this new su signing poster. pearl holding greg just because. slightly older steven with attempts at growing out facial hair. the little pebble in the corner. garnet criss-crossed on greg’s van. lapis’ pants riding down so low you can see her hip. bismuth with that muscle definition. connie’s preppy outfit. peridot’s blank glasses.
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maplebars · 1 year
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my dear maple
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stil-lindigo · 9 months
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bite of winter.
a comic about a princess who died in the snow.
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all my other comics
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tittyinfinity · 1 month
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I was hanging out at the karaoke bar, chatting with a beautiful woman, and we were really hitting it off. I threw a couple of flirtatious comments her way. She giggled nervously, but abruptly stopped and looked at the floor.
She told me that she was too nervous to hit on people because she's trans and worries that people will view her as a predator and that she might get hurt.
My heart sank. I let her know that she could hit on me in whatever way she wanted and I would LOVE it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out and flirting. We ended up making out. It was great.
But I can't stop thinking about how that wasn't the first time a trans woman has said that to me. About how unsafe it is for some women that they feel the need to give out fucking disclaimers to have normal interactions with people.
We have GOT to make the world a safer place for trans women. It pisses me off that there are men at the bar who are openly predatory towards me without fear of consequence, yet a trans woman is too scared to even fucking call me pretty. And that's because she IS more likely to face worse consequences for lesser things! Like what the fuck!
You need to always check on your internalized biases. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of transmisogynistic thoughts and behaviors. Being bi/pansexual doesn't mean you don't hold those biases either! If you feel differently about a trans woman hitting on you than you feel about a cis woman or a man hitting on you, you need to evaluate that.
Trans women, I love you so fucking much. You should be able to express attraction and love as freely as everyone else. I hope you can always feel safe around me. And I'll never stop fighting until you can feel safe period.
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wheatormeat · 1 month
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Ms. Mia Fey
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hansoeii · 8 months
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stede bunnet
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theeroticlover · 8 months
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Mhmm !! I crave your moans...
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lylahammar · 2 months
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Falin isn't comfortable in these kinds of clothes but I'm a big fat Falin kinnie so I had to draw her in some of my outfits anyways ✌️😗
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little-the-rat · 1 month
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They are madly in love
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vannahrt · 3 months
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Are they winners, are they sinners? Cuz it’s cut and dry…
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FAIR IS FAIR, AN EYE FOR AN EYE !!
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I had this idea of Lute seeking revenge and coming back leading another extermination and running into Adam, now one of the lowest tiers of sinner. Then of course I was obsessed with what he’d look like so I incorporated his heaven fit and his cause of death (Nifty and the angelic knife).
I… I love them.
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pocket-dragon · 5 months
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not nearly enough Mama K content, GIVE THAT WOMAN A CHILD!
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qvincvnx · 3 months
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i was just talking about this after being wrecked by the discovery that the little elf-goblin fellows my parents/family used to tell me warnings and stories about as a little kid are regionally specific, and that you can trace people's geographic origins by what word they use for "little spirit-fellows who live in your house". no matter what you call them (domovoi, kobolde, brownies, so on); for purposes of this post henceforth "little guys"
i think one of the things that i find frustrating about like, idk, modern animist revivalist movements is that very few of them ime spend a lot of time romanticising and spiritualizing human habitation. obviously, we as a culture need to think more about protecting and defending nature/the earth/so on, but like.
if you don't have room in your heart for making up a little guy who lives in the water heater, or who squats under your stove and makes it run 15 degrees off the programmed temperature, and thinking of him with the same kind of respect/affection as you do for the spirits (or whatever) of the wildlife you interact with like.
genuinely: what are you even doing. you are removing a source of richness and fun and whimsy from your life! like, pip @creekfiend made up the concept of "little guys who live in an airport (and are the reason it's so shitty to be in an airport)" and i already like airports like 30% more just knowing it's the little airport inconvenience guys doing that.
more importantly, like. genuinely: interrogate what parts of the world seem ~rich with spiritual meaning~ to you. what parts of the world are "wild"? what does that make the rest of the world - a chore? a burden? who has to carry that burden?
we're never going to like, "return to nature", because that's nothing and the concept of untouched nature is also nothing; we're always going to have some sort of human habitation and interaction and cultivation with nature. if you can't extend grace and whimsy and genuine and sincere meaning to human habitation, including its inconveniences and annoyances, you are making your own lived experience duller!
notably, most of these kinds of little-guy-spirits historically exist in the parts of human habitation that are partially abandoned, partially removed: haylofts, inside the walls, under the house, in the bathhouse, behind the furnace... i've been thinking a lot about urban wildlife lately, and the animals who make space for themselves in and around human habitation. the "natural" and the "wild" persist inside and around the edges of the "tame" and always, always have. if you have a crawlspace, there's a little spirit who lives there and he's the reason the dryer always eats your socks.
LIVE WHIMSICALLY.
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