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rotatingremains · 3 months
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rotatingremainsold · 9 months
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inkclover · 4 months
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*points the yuri beam at y'all yaoi* ...YURI BEAM GO-! rough sketches under the cut
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tevintersnakes · 27 days
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Some downtime doodles in my weekend
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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the king shunned, the lion dead, the knight lost, the princess absent. but the wizard lives.
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retro-friki · 1 year
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I made this joke but I still wonder what's Aerial actually thinking. If we take the short story into account, it's obvious that she knows that the whole thing is messed up, but she also seemed to be on board with whatever Prospera is planning, she just didn't want Suletta to be involved in any of it.
It's still unclear if she's doing all the Atrocities because she honestly aggrees with her mom or if she's doing it because she doesn't think that she has any other options. She might know that it's wrong, but she also doesn't want to betray her mom. After all, Prosera is the one who kept her alive and they've been in a codependent relationship for too long. It's possible that Eri can't even think of the posibility of leaving (and it would be very hard considering she can only exist as a cursed giant robot...). Maybe "freeing" Suletta has been the only thing that she has done of her own volition.
So, unless we're proved wrong in the following episodes, she's also a Rose Bride character. I could even say that she might be the closest to Anthy considering that Eri is fully aware that Prospera's actions are awful, but she still remains loyal to her, just like Anthy knew that Akio was wrong but she felt unable to leave him due to self-loathing and a lot of other reasons that would need a separate essay. So, what do you think?
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He was oppressed and afflicted,  yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,  and as a sheep before its shearers is silent,  so he did not open his mouth
isaiah 53:7
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ribbononline · 9 months
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New fic by @silverjirachi out wahoo wahoo! Go support it!!
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scattered-winter · 10 months
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klance lighthouse au........keith is a lighthouse keeper and lance is a mer who is wounded by fishermen and swept into a storm and washes up on the shore where keith finds him.......if u even care.........
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theminecraftbee · 2 years
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So False is sitting, and there's a potion she doesn't know how she knows the ingredients to in a cauldron to the side, and downstairs she can hear that guy she hired in exchange for room and board snoring, and outside it's dark, and inside it's light, and there's a blood-red sign above her telling her to run away, she's the evil one, run away, and -
Right. Think about it. Her head hurts. She opened a chest and took a trident with her name on it that she's increasingly suspecting isn't actually hers and she looked at a map, and her head hurts. And her memories hurt. And she can't sleep. And she wants to remember.
(And she doesn't. She doesn't, she doesn't, she doesn't, she needs to. It's a process. Her dreams hurt.)
And she's standing there, and she's thinking, and the air smells a little like gunpowder, because the guy she'd hired already had more rockets than he had any right to, right, and he'd given her a book telling her that the person in the tower she didn't build was her in different clothes and they're watching her, they're going to hurt her, except maybe False is going to hurt them, it's not clear, and she's fine, she's good, she is, except her memories hurt and her sword is bloody and she cleaned out blood that had soaked straight through the mattress of her inn the other day and -
Sometimes, False is tired. Sometimes, she wants to look at these people who have been nice to her (and have yet to admit what they want and/or don't know what she is), and look at them and their arguments, and she wants to ask them:
Do you know what it feels like to be afraid?
Not just like - she's witnessed the others get startled. She vaguely remembers the sound of that archeologist mourning losing something he cared about, and that's similar, but - that's not what she means. That's temporary. That's not -
There's a type of being afraid that False is. She's been it since she woke up. It's the kind that sinks into your bones. And after a little bit, you get used to it, right? You get used to it, because it's always there. Except you don't get less afraid; you get better at ignoring being afraid. You get better at ignoring it right up until someone does something that reminds you how afraid you are, and it all comes crashing down on you at once, and then everything goes kinda fuzzy, and it's hard to remember when you are. That kind of afraid.
There's a type of being afraid that - the thing is you don't really live with it, because you can't, but you do, because you have to. And you know there's a reason you're afraid. False knows there's a reason she's afraid. But you aren't quite sure you remember the right reason. False isn't quite sure she knows what she's afraid of. And besides, even if you - she - False did, it wouldn't matter.
Because being afraid makes everything, like the fireflies outside and the stranger she hired snoring downstairs and there's a potion she shouldn't know the recipe for and she wonders if the False that her spy had reported is up in that tower, watching her, she's watching her, and her memories hurt. She hurts. She remembers what bruises feels like.
She thinks maybe she's running away.
She thinks maybe she's just -
She wants to ask the world if they know what it's like to be afraid, is all. To be afraid, and not know what you're afraid of. To be afraid, and finally remembering what's so scary.
She thinks maybe, if they could answer that, they'd understand. Maybe after that she'd be less frightened.
Or maybe there's no fixing it.
She hates that she left herself that sign in red; she wishes she could dream without waking up in pain; she, she, she doesn't know how to not be scared, and it's probably reasonable, so she won't ask for that not to be the case, and she'll keep her supply of hydrogen peroxide fresh for anymore mattresses she'll have to clean before it's over, and she'll dream, and maybe one day she'll wake up, and outside it is dark, and she is not asleep yet.
Somewhere in-between, she is. That's how it's always been, since the first time she woke up where she hadn't been the night before. Somewhere in-between.
And afraid, of course.
(She can't forget that.)
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rotatingremains · 3 months
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We have ascension at home ;)
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rotatingremainsold · 8 months
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Papa honey bear
Thanks @alphagravy for the editing help <3
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domoz · 1 year
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little drawing and snippet of a fic I'm probably never going to write
Suiton users already run cold. With the chakra exhaustion on top of that, Izuna really could be sitting next to a corpse.
Maybe he should be. With everything between them, it would be easy to make it so, but…
Tobirama started it, he thinks sourly. If the Senju had taken any of the plentiful opportunities he'd had to strike Izuna down, it wouldn't have ended up like this. But no -- months ago they'd agreed that until they figured out the way back home that letting the other live was not treason. This, though. This was too far. Leaving the other alive was one thing -- to sacrifice yourself for the other, when they were who they were, was a level of insanity only Tobirama could muster.
Izuna knows why he did it, too. Years of fighting meant he knew his rival, but these months have forced some level of understanding. Lying next to him, breathing so shallowly that Izuna can't hear it without putting an ear to his chest is a man who can't stand losing the things he cares about, to the point of self destruction.
He cares.
Izuna made him care.
He reaches over, takes the pale wrist between his fingers to find the faint pulse, and tries not to think about how it doesn't feel like a victory.
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spllwys · 21 days
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vessel scaling his voice up in one line repeatedly is my favourite part of high water and little did i know he's at it again in like that!!
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yukipri · 9 months
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I feel like over the month+, I have like 1-2 hours a day max where I feel relatively awake, and every other hour I'm fighting bone-deep exhaustion. I'll bring it up with my doc at my check up on monday, but tbh i know the solution so idk if she can help
And I can work-work when I feel half-dead, or rather I force myself to because I don't want my cats to starve, but when it comes to creative stuff, it's like my mind is slippery sludge dribbling out my eyes...
The Solution, of course: just stop working 3~10 AM every day (and then taking a short nap, working during the day, and then taking another short nap, hours vary but repeat), and maybe get at least 6, ideally 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep at least every other day, ideally every day.
But do I see that happening? No.
Like rn I know I desperately need to edit fic and reply to comments and do several arts but I'm nodding off at my desk after boss DMing me work at 5 AM and dealing with repair people since 8:30 AM...
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citrus-cactus · 2 months
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Having a very Normal One about Digimon Survive today. No real thoughts, just…
You know what’s amazing?
Digimon Survive *clenches fist, sheds a tear*
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