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every time people talk about whats ‘canon’ or not its so obvious that little to none of mcyt fans have actually played/done roleplay on a minecraft server(or similar situation) themselves
Like girl the ‘timeline’ is whatever you want it to be for your character. Show up to whatever events you want. Maybe you play every day or maybe you log in once a month. Who gives a shit lol we are here to have fun.
and i very much think fans need to keep in mind this same mentality. Continuity is nice and good but also its whatever the roleplayers want their story to be. And no matter what continuity errors this could cause for the overall story I have genuine faith that these guys can Yes-And their way out of any situation. And for fans making fan content you can make the timeline whatever you want. The world is your oyster. Literally who gives a shit.
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myuniverseinabox · 3 days
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Therivin! Or Theri. NPC Character I made for an RP. I had a lot of fun writing them and I got very attached lol
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spadefish · 3 months
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pics i've been doodling as warmups for work. Various wretched chickens
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oh oops,
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ohgodtheresanotherone · 2 months
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@brucie-wayne-official, @thegreatflyinggrayson
I found some things to use as crutches and managed to slip free. They stopped paying attention to me as much to deal with the others. Can someone come pick me up? I’m near the alley with the weird cat graffiti.
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I
Am NOT
DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi people who see this post I am back I AM SORRY for being so gone my brain got taken over by brainrot for something I’m writing and then when I finally got out of that slump and decided to go back to drawing tfs, I also opened commissions at the same time and then…… BOOM swamped I got a lot of commissions for someone who had never done them before and now I’m just finishing up one big one before I can go back to drawing for myself!!!!!
Anyway here are some low effort low quality shitposts I did between in commission and free time some of these are kinda old ngl and I forgot to slap my logo thing on a lotta of them do OOPS anyway the fun part is I’ve been trying to draw Blitzwing more like hhow he is in animated and tbh that’s kinda fun I love his many designs EXCEPT for the travisverse one because that was not Blitzwing that was a KNOCKOFF!!!!!!
Anyway I, Kay, 1# blitzfan promise I will draw more k swear I swear I swear I just gotta catch up on earthspark anddddddddddddddd yeah commisisnn
Thank WVERYONE who takes the time out of my daay to look at my post I love you I adore y8u you’re pretty cool AND awesome 😊😏😏😏🫡🫡🫡 have a SPLENDDI DAY
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Mom bods, yea or nay?
Asking on behalf of all insecure squishy tummies, stretch marks, and thicc thighs.
Mesh'la you are beautiful. Point me at anyone who says otherwise and I'll set them straight
Soft stomachs, stretch marks, scars or anything else. You are beautiful in my eyes. Gorgeous even. Nat born beautiful standards are confusing. Ashoka'ika tried explaining it but I don't understand. You're all so beautiful.
For my clarification, a mom bod is someone who bears the life of mother hood yes? Is larger or thicker than what people say is "acceptable"
Sounds like bullshit the long necks would make up to put us clones down and I won't stand for it.
Cyar'ika, life is tough on all of us, mother hood even more so. Tougher than managing this crazy bunch even and your body bears it well.
Also between you and me I can't think of any clone who doesn't love to feel something soft and warm pressed against us. Reminds us there are good things in the world. Good food, good people, life outside of the war and shitty rations and cold lonely space.
Also as fives would say - thicc fives saves lives.
Did I use that correctly?
Anyway the point is, mesh'la if you need a little more love, you can always count on a clone.
Apologies if I got carried away, I'm a little too passionate in telling people how wonderful I think they are.
Captain Rex | CT 7567
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orchuris · 2 months
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RP DOODLE JUMPSCARE
rp doodles! I’ve been in an RP server for blixers,. All sorts of fun has come out of it, but for this post I’m focusing on some CUTE ART of two specific blixers yay
JSAB:E!Blixer (Xer) (mine) and JSAP!Blixer (Squirrel) ( @markseraph777 )
xer and squirrel are great friends inrp lmao- they’re so nice-
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Ok to be fair there’s only two doodles here
BUT I AM GONNA DRAW MORE RP STUFF AT AOME POINT GRR-
also in case anyone needs clarification (which I hope not, but just in case) Xer and Squirrel are friends. So don’t go assuming things, got it?
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powpowchaos · 9 months
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I tried to make Pow in sonic pulse rp and it ended up crashing...BUT LOOK AT MY BASTARD!
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raccooncityriots · 3 months
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Honestly the people saying that they’re sorry to SEED fans because the movie feels like a teen drama fanfic is sending me, guys did you watch the series. I was expecting nothing less.
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petrifiedcrange · 5 months
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❝ The ship can't survive without its unicorn, Iz, ❞ Frenchie says quietly yet matter-of-factly as he wipes Izzy's feverish brow with a cool cloth, lingering for a moment to brush a loose strand off before turning to the side to soak the warmed up cloth in the bowl of cool water again, both his voice and gestures an aching mix of exhaustion, sadness and tenderness, ❝ We'll crash and burn before we ever reach another shore. ❞
There are tears welling in his eyes and he doesn't want Izzy to see them, doesn't want to distress his already overtaxed system even more, so he takes an extra moment to wring the cloth over the bowl while blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears.
And yet, a sob weasels its way into his words as he adds, almost an afterthought ( that sounds far more bitter than it has any right to be ):
❝ I thought you knew that. ❞
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[ OPEN for Izzy post-S2 because ouizzy is something else entirely as a ship and I need more of them and because this phrase about the ship and its figurehead/unicorn appeared in my head and I thought that it would suit Frenchie the most because if someone knows about mythical symbolism of figureheads etc, it’s him also, he's upset his boyfriend seems to be giving up ]
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shadowsight-aster · 5 months
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lil miss sunnysideup!!! once again inspired by @/miscellaneousplusmore !!! this user keeps feeding this community well with the headcanons and stuff we love you misc /p anyways i thought that because sunny was a coastal dragon, i'd give them a similar design to richas, who is a sea serpent!! both kids have fins, gills and big tails that they have yet to grow into major difference being that sunny is more coral-colored, and doesn't have bioluminescence like richas does this egg could steal everything i own and i would gladly allow them to
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grokebaby · 6 months
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Alright I'm gonna go over the basic premise of Jarmo's story
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The setting this character comes from is very crucial so let me set the scene first. There's a mysterious hotel, known only as the Red Hotel - though sometimes it goes under different names. It's ultimately irrelevant. People get invited to have a full service stay there for an unspecified amount of time, for free. They may get the invitation from a reliable source or it may come in the mail randomly. But the people who do go there, usually don't come back and end up being mysteriously forgotten about. For good.
Jarmo here - referred to as the manager, seems to be the sole staff member you ever encounter there. Still, every basic need is magically tended to, somehow, even though by it's very nature, everything about the hotel seems.. Fake.
The plumbing connects to absolutely nowhere - but you still get water when you turn on the faucet. The storage is empty, but whatever resources a guest would want, like towels and snacks, just.. Appear when requested. Nothing costs money. You can't shock yourself on electricity - even if you tried to go out of your way to mess with the wires. Everything inexplicably just functions, despite logically not being able to. Like a dollhouse.
And that's the thing. The whole place runs purely on perception. It is a functioning illusion, the entire hotel. No location exists until you go there, food materializes upon your wish, and things work because they're supposed to, not out of any real world law. The hotel feeds on your belief of it's existence.
And so does the 'Manager'. Who is also, functionally, a living illusion, more than any flesh and blood. It doesn't seem to possess any individual thought, desire, or need. Even it's appearance is manufactured - you may misremember the color of it's eyes (thus, they're that), or remember a tie instead of a bowtie (so the accessory changes). And if you truly disillusion yourself into believing it doesn't exist, well, it may disappear entirely. (Well eventually ofc, since to make a mostly autonomous, living illusion to be convincing, it needs to have some amount of power to itself. And this hotel is it's territory.)
Of course as many fake things do, it has developed a self. Sorta. There's only so many life experiences, and living, breathing humans with memories you can meet, before it starts rubbing off on you.
And so Jarmo (who was spontaneously named by a guest), exists in this hotel that needs you to believe in it to survive. The reason guests never come back and end up forgotten? Their very life source is absorbed into the hotel. It needs something more substantial than illusion to keep existing. Because illusion can't exist without reality to source it from.
And that's the premise of Jarmo. The fake human in the fake hotel, who's accidentally developing a sense of self.
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fangsofdestruction · 10 months
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Closed starter for @liecoris
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𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣…
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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟... 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤.
𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕞𝕚𝟘𝟟𝟜...
𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕
𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣, 𝕚𝕟 𝟛… 𝟚… 𝟙
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A mechanical voice sounding in the ears
A gaping hole appears on the ground engulfing whoever happened to be standing right above it, engulfing them. Once sucked inside, everything goes pitch dark and the victim slowly loses consciousness until an undeterminable amount of time passes.
"This isn't what I signed up for. Where is my original host? What do you MEAN you couldn't locate my host? Who is this? HAH? You dropped us into an NPC!?" An irritated voice overhead can be heard. A small cat creature with wings flying in circles over the poor victim who had just been dragged into 'a game.'
"What do you expect me to do now? My original host signed up for a hard level difficulty quest! We can't force log out, she'll have to complete the game in order to escape!" The flying cat creature bemoans its unfortunate luck that some kind of system failure has resulted in... whatever was going on.
It sighs, dropping to the ground to notice the victim was awake. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you're awake. My name is [Popo]. For now, you can consider me your partner as you play through this... game. First, can you tell me about yourself?" It would be best to establish a baseline to understand just how screwed they are. Who knows! Maybe she'll have what it takes to complete the quest!
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josefavomjaaga · 16 days
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For some, the afterlife was a continuation of their days on earth, a series of adventure tales or of cozy family life, a romantic comedy or a bloody crime story. For some, it was dark and gloomy, an existence torn apart, caught up forever in issues unresolved, an eternity of suffering, of darkness or of fear.
But for all, it was something. Joy or torment, longing, loving, pain, contentment, boredom. Night, day, dawn, sunset, twilight.
For him … it was not.
The one thing closest to an emotion the boy felt was confusion. He knew he had been swallowed up by … something. Something big. Maybe a whale. Or maybe a whale was merely the closest annotation he could come up with.
He did not know where he was now, or what it was that he was in. Maybe the whale’s stomach, where he now would be digested into oblivion. Neither could he tell if he was standing or lying, walking or floating. Surrounded by shadows, whispers, the faint memory of feelings and actions, he felt unable to get a hold on anything, to grasp anything, not a thing, not an image. Not a single thing presented itself to support him, be it in body or in mind.
He remembered that this was not right, that there should have been something. He knew there had been once, and there almost was, even now and even here, a memory of it, like the shadow of a thing that had once towered over him, the echo of a child’s laugh and a piano played, the feeling of a glance cast upon him, loving, despising, judgemental, a rose’s smell, the weight of a timber beam on a child’s shoulder, the flicker of light on a uniform once worn.
Oftentimes he believed to see others in the swirling grey shadows dancing around him, those others that were all that mattered. Yet whenever he turned to face them, they were gone, dissipated into wisps of smoke, had been nothing but an illusion, a trick of the eye, a forgotten image left in a broken mirror that would never show one thing: the boy himself.
Even the ground beneath his feet seemed to dissolve into mist.
Through the distant sounds, echoing in from a time shattered to pieces, and the confusing memories of a life filled to the brim, yet still unlived, he just barely could hear words spoken in a bariton voice once unduly praised, a voice that had once belonged to him.
"I should have loved to be a sailor."
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piningprecussionist · 3 months
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hello!!!!!
take some glitter for your gig :>>>>
they threw some multicolored star shaped glitter towards you
-Star Anon ⭐️
Wha- ah!
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*Kim quickly tries to dodge back and away from the glitter, startled.*
I- thank you, but please don't throw glitter at me?!
*She quickly sets about trying to close up her bag, wishing to ensure no glitter gets inside.*
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