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orchid-merryweather · 25 days
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The probably neurodivergent urge to improve upon your functional mini bow and arrow set both functionaly and aesthetically
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yellowbentley · 1 month
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ok im done studying i sleep now zzzz
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meduseld · 4 months
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oifaaa · 10 months
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The Batman Bruce Wayne: emo, has no social life, doesn't grass
Fanon Bruce Wayne: Chad, social butterfly, touches grass with the gr
This ask is really confusing me mostly bc I don't fully understand what you mean by doesn't grass and touches grass with gr means in this context but also bc like the batman Bruce Wayne isn't the only canon version of Bruce Wayne
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night-fighter-x · 6 months
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Ok, I did a thing…
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Finally captioned this pic like I needed to 😭
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kara-zor-els · 8 months
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Insert the "you construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men" meme
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pretzelbytess · 1 year
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remind me to never do rendering practice again thank you
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darksouls2yuri · 29 days
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fighting the urge to meow so hard i meow all the time around my wife and when im sitting downstairs i have to remember to not meow uaaa
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gideonisms · 2 years
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why did she ship john/karkat. who ships john with anyone
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gorillaxyz · 1 month
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remember prince and the pauper pete........🤤
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discipulusmaleficus · 8 months
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last year of schooling.
JUST ANOTHER INSECT (EVERY BUG IS MANY BUGS) -- SENSELESS EATEN-OUT MAGGOT-RIDDEN CORPSE, WALKING -- ANIMATE VIA IT IT'S NOT IT IT IS AND IT ISN'T BUT IT'S A START IT'S A MEANS TO AN END // HOW MANY LOCI? MORE THAN V. VIII or XVI (optimism, unfounded) // YOU WILL NOT LOOK UP AROUND THROUGH YOU WILL NOT SEE THE BARS OF YOUR CAGE SKIN MIND -- YOU CANNOT AS YOU DO NOT WANT TO (YOU ARE IT -- IT DOES NOT -- IT IS THE LACK OF WANTING?) // YOU WILL NOT SEE THE BEAUTY OF THE UNSPOOLING WILL NOT SEE THAT IT IS ALL ONE BUG AND THAT BUG NEEDS TO DIE TWITCHING. AND BLOODY FUCKING DEATH BE TO AMUN-RA // I WISH YOU WOULD TRY. PLEASE TRY. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL I CAN'T BE THE ONLY
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It started -- well, perhaps it started the very first time he was ushered into the Temple of the Seething God, that sensation of the walls closing in around him in the flickering candlelight, that half-real feeling of insects buzzing even in the space where they weren't. The indulgent smile of the disciple as flies gathered on the cloth of Kal's robes.
Or maybe it was the night he spent laying awake assessing his chances of -- daydreaming about -- running away before he was shipped off to the Academy the next morning. Or the day he spent six hours sitting motionless in the snow because Auntie Mel said so. Or that moment scarcely hours after he was born when his mother snapped that they should simply throw him into the ceremonial bonfire.
From the outside, though, the day the cracks showed was a few months into his senior year. He had caught the scent of something happening that night -- could have been a party, could have been a mysterious ritual -- in the basement of the better girls-only dorm. It was, as it turned out, a summoning he was crashing. Fun times.
The wrong word was said. All the dice came facing up one. The inner blast radius took out almost everyone who was actually participating nigh-instantly, and doomed the building to the concerned efforts of construction crews for months to come. But there was something in the interplay of light between world and not-world that left Kal walking, nay, sprinting, right towards the thing that had swallowed his classmates with such slow, agonising grace. The dust began to fall almost immediately.
He will remember somebody's arms grabbing hold of him before he makes it. He will remember the feeling of insects crawling through his skin. He will remember himself hissing and spitting and making garbled explanations, and he will remember continuing for some time after he comes out of sedation.
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Maybe it was that bright, too-hot day when he came out of the teleportational veil embedded in the chest of what-the-fuck-was-her-name, you killed her how can you not remember. Or the day after he saw we saw, when he went shivering back into class and the professor said they should already be thinking about the exams at the end of the school year. About their future.
Future, his brain echoed, and the concept didn’t sit right.
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In the next few months, he would skip class often – this was not entirely unusual, and he was slapped on the wrist time and again, of the Zorabi line, pedigreed to hell and back. He was confident certain staff members held debts that made him difficult to touch.
He would spend this time off from studying magic studying magic, trying to recreate the failure of a ritual he'd glimpsed before.
SUCCESS. He would even have the wherewithal not to leap into the miniature tear he creates in reality, this time. He would simply sit and stare into it, for some hours, motionless save for the wringing of his hands.
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"That's my wine, you know," said his roommate. Phil Segwern was a lithe but well-made young man, blond, Kal suspected with a good amount of Elvish heritage. He was royalty by distant relation and had a harpoon gun hung up on the wall above his bed. They had only woken up naked together the once, and the fellow was very pointed about it being an anomaly. "I expect you to pay me back. In installments."
Kal was more interested in taking another swig of the wine, and in gesturing at the scribbled notes and vandalised library books now caking the floor. "I could use a second eye on this, actually."
Stony, resigned sigh. Segwern stepped up, squinted at the indecipherable hand writing. "What's this for, again? Was this the, uh, Alchemical Transm --?"
"I'm killing God."
Pause.
"The local minister, anyway."
"Go to bed, Oakheart."
(Kalmar would not go to bed.)
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"I can show you," said Kal for the hundredth time, easy smile painted on his face, waving the blood-spattered diagram clamped in one ringed hand. "Properly. Past the, ah, the mouth of the…"
He felt dizzy.
The freshman had already walked off. No spark of recognition in their eyes, only -- 'what the fuck'.
JUST ANOTHER INSECT.
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He was still taking service with the Seething God, more's the pity. The priests had made a point of how fond 'xe' seemed of him, and besides, his Aunt had seemed glad he was pursuing it.
Free grades for some hemoglobin and a penitent attitude.
It wasn't hard to act like he was being drawn into the fold, considering Higher Service. Not hard to arrange a meeting with the core of the entity, to strike where it was purest and most vulnerable.
The idea, not that his plan would have sounded anything like this if he'd tried to find the words, was to siphon all its energy through himself, rearrange it into a series of rifts dramatic enough to set the whole facility imploding and crashing into the desert hundreds of kilometres below. He knew that this would likely dissolve him, clung in an irrational way to the notion that he would only come out the other side improved.
And the process worked, almost. The power sparked and spasmed through his veins, made everything around him seem small and cardboard and insignificant, and he knew that he would do it, unravel the world around him bit by bit until the illusory boundaries between all things had dissolved and they were all finally fucking free --
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He was incorrect about this.
The world outside the Academy, as it happened, was a hell of a lot more worth actually living in.
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bloodraven55 · 1 year
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I stopped paying attention to anything related to CW DC shows years ago, what's up with him?
oh god where do i even begin.
disclaimer that i stopped watching arrow after around the fourth?? season and i think the third season was the last one i watched in its entirety so i have no clue what happened after that but anyway.
while oliver definitely wasn’t terrible to begin with by the end of the second season going into the third i could not stand this fucking man.
he became the most self-centred, patronising, holier-than-thou hypocrite and the writers occasionally seemed to be self-aware about it but refused to fully call it out in the narrative or actually let any development beyond those flaws stick.
just to give a couple of examples of the kind of behaviour that made me want to punch oliver through the screen:
he got pissy at his friend for showing up with an army of assassins to save ““hiS ciTy”” and its inhabitants bc he was following a strict no killing rule at the time so he was mad that the people she’d brought to bail his ass out didn’t meet his moral standards even tho he’d killed plenty of times before himself
he not only refused to accept his adult sister’s decision to turn in her biological father who had previously tried to blow up half of his oh-so-precious city but then proceeded to actively protect said attempted mass murderer against his sister’s and literally everyone else’s wishes while claiming that he was doing it to ““save his sister’s soul””
so yeah in general he just turned into a condescending asshole who would often keep important information from the loved ones he supposedly trusted bc he was convinced that he always knew best how to ““protect”” them as well as moralising and getting super judgmental whenever someone did anything he disagreed with even if he’d done far worse himself in the past or it was the only viable way to solve a problem.
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somedaytakethetime · 7 months
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He's arrived!
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Mr. Yellowcard! 😌💛
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ithacanradio · 1 year
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support group for girls who have always empathized too much with Mary Poppins, Virgil, Link Legend of Zelda and every other somewhat supernatural knight errant who just can't stay some place after having helped
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huening kai: hyung??
soobin: hm?
huening kai: why does yeonjun-hyung call you baby girl??
soobin: **nervous laughter**
hyuka:
soobin:
hyuka:
soobin: we should stop talking for a while
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beomgyu: hyung
yeonjun: what
beomgyu: why does soobin call you baby girl-
yeonjun, not looking up from his phone: why does taehyun call YOU baby girl???
beomgyu: we should stop talking for a while...
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mumpsetc · 2 years
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I Know the Holes Will Still Remain
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