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frenchiepal · 7 months
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18.10.23 🧡🎃🍂 gloomy challenge
not to be dramatic or anything but what could be better than renting a house in denmark together with your friends and enjoying the last few days before the semester begins ☁ᵕ̈
we collected so many apples, it should be enough for at least 15 apple crumbles ✌🏼
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uncanny-tranny · 2 months
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An important aspect of youth liberation is not tying the idea of later adult care with having children.
The broader attitude that only your children can ensure that you get taken care of when you grow old is not a good precedent to set. Having children should not be what ensures that you can live through old age, and fear mongering people with the idea that nobody will ever take care of them (or, rather, shouldn't) is such an awful motivator to have children.
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everchem · 27 days
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doodle of the grimy loser
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he's in utter agony someone please save him
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grandpasauce · 11 months
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Big fan of dissociative solas btw where he’s experiencing reality more like a dream yknow out of touch, out of focus, especially in the beginning of inquisition and then as he begins to care more and more about the people around him and reality starts to actually matter and suddenly now there’s Texture and he’s noticing things an ever-observant fade expert like himself Should have noticed a long time ago yknow like harmless quirks about people, things personal to Them Only and liiikkkeee ugh his arc in inquisition is soooooOOOOOooo
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sysig · 2 days
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Blood sugar levels (Patreon)
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jewishcissiekj · 7 months
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Obi-Wan Kenobi (and Anakin Skywalker) by Adam Hughes
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pivsketch · 8 months
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had an inspiring and riveting discussion about pixel art with some friends recently. heres some unfinished sprites of best friends + orange cassidy as a result. and a zoomed out version w/ some progress shots
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acetier · 7 months
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will you be drawing any more of torin and varre? no rush at all, but i am lowkey obsessed with them now 👀
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ask and you shall receive, anon :^)
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Gotta say, of all the protagonists in mxtx books, shen yuan is the most relatable. Why? I too would read an absolutely god awful trash terrible webnovel for the sole person of bitching about it.
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reliquiaenfr · 24 days
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ok my two cents: i like them an alright amount, the bald head doesn't bother me so much really, but there are some criticisms
- they could've been a modern; nothing about their design pushes boundaries enough to warrant being an ancient. personally, i'm thoroughly sick of all breeds having wings. what i really wanted from an earth ancient was a big chunky spikey creature with no wings at all
- we have once again been cursed with the snub-nosed face. stop that
- there are a handful of genes that feel like they belong on this breed but they're not: pymorph, boulder/myrid, chryso/malachite, no glimmer again, where are shardflank and scorpion, veined, idk just feels like missed opportunities. i will hope for an expansion at some point (and that like um all of their prim/sec combos are ported to moderns thank you very much)
- with the delay in the lore why not just delay the entire breed? as others have said, we really don't need new breeds every three to four months. it's overwhelming. take your time. every other update doesn't need to be massive. and i can appreciate that we had years of no breeds at all, but this isn't how to make up for that
idk guys, i simply don't get excited for ancients anymore because they never do Enough with the freedom of design they're allowed to have. i will continue to beg for fire ancients that have the same vents as flamecaller where the fire is the secondary, for earth ancients with big spines and plates that are the secondary, for overgrown nature ancients with flora as the secondary. please be weirder with them thank you
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andy-clutterbuck · 8 months
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LA TIMES - 2017
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flamingothing · 4 months
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Every "Too Many Spirits" drinks + My favorite moments | 2/∞ -> The "Shane-Killer"
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shorthaltsjester · 8 months
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honestly as someone who has been in various fandoms for a long time now and who also watched campaigns 1 and 2 without really getting into cr fandom it isn’t Shocking but it is annoying how often people will look at the stories that cr tells and make absolute claims about the goodness of characters (goodness here meaning Moral goodness, not I Like This character and think it’s well made goodness, which is a separate post entirely). particularly regarding the gods and pc parents. and honestly like, typically in fandom i get annoyed by people bending over backwards to woobify characters who are active in their choice to be unkind and generally horrible but in the cr fandom it’s tended to be the opposite where like. a character is just. a human being (in the sense of being Average not in the sense of Fantasy Races) and huge swaths of the fandom act like that’s the most unforgivable thing someone can be. and maybe it is, but one of the most powerful things about fiction is that it tends to encourage people to expand their empathy and exercise their ability to forgive. because fictional characters, no matter how much people like to project onto them, tend not to cause anyone harm, so it’s easier to learn how to forgive and accept things you don’t understand without also villainizing them.
this is mostly prompted by the recent 4sd and the fact that matt’s response to what’s up with the dawnfather was a very insistent “He’s not bad!” and also seeing the online reaction to the mention that the matron would punish vax for saving keyleth that has taken the as usual completely bonkers tune that the raven queen (Who When Met With A Brother Asking A God To Kill Him In Favour Of His Sister, Gave Him A Job, and Later Extended His Natural Life To Help Protect The World And Have More Time With His Family And Allowed Him To Visit His Sister On Her Wedding Day) is a horrible evil abusive bitch of a god. like. can we grow up? can we understand the world and fiction that represents the multitudes of experiences found in it in shades of grey? is that too much to ask (i know it is).
but also specifically the like Extremely Adamant way that both matt and laura were like no no no no relvin isn’t Horirble he’s average. he’s not good he’s just. he’s A father, not a good or bad one. and on the surface it’s hilarious that they’re both so like. enthused to point out that he’s Average because typically when people respond to a claim of a characters badness with the level of immediacy they both did it’s a rebuttal of “no, this character is good actually.” but it was just to affirm that relvin did harm imogen, but not because there’s some aspect of his character that is inherently cruel or especially Bad. and like. yeah actually. yeah you should react like that to a claim that this average person who Has hurt someone, the way that nearly every single person has hurt someone in a way they cannot repair, with immediacy to say this person is a Person and thus imperfect and capable of great harm, but that isn’t some all encompassing judgment on their morality or capability to also do good or be fine.
anyway this is kinda just a rant post but also is just me saying i’m very grateful that when surrounded by a fandom that tends to paint characters as Good or Bad and even while using a game that can encourage that with its alignment system, cr has always told stories that see goodness as a persistent choice that might sometimes falter and that can be chosen even after a lifetime of Badness. i can’t remember exactly what the quote was so forgive me if it’s incorrect but when jester is talking to caleb after he claims he’s not a very good person and she says “good people do bad things sometimes. even bad people do good things.” that’s it! that’s one of the most consistent themes across campaigns. and yet.
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skullndaisy · 9 months
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Ugh, y'know what? Fuck you.
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These two have the same personality.
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cthulhusstepmom · 10 months
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Fae!Soap Superstitious Bastard! Ghost: Gifts
(Just a heads up this got way more intense than I meant it to but that’s kind of the Fae for you.)
TW: mentions of torture, human remains
Soap is a collector, though not of any one thing that Ghost can discern. He’s seen the man pick up anything from an abandoned rolex to a nondescript piece of broken glass. It doesn’t seem to be about size, it’s not shape and definitely not value; Ghost had thought he’d pinned it down as things that caught the light a certain way but was swiftly proven wrong when Soap went on a spree of collecting pebbles and sticks. He’d glared sullenly at the first jagged gray rock when Soap had picked it up before swiftly changing the subject when he was noticed. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to any of it… well not quite. There was one singular pattern that stood out in his mind, a single thread that held firm no matter how much he rearranged or plucked at it.
 Anything that Ghost gave him, Johnny kept. 
The first had been a bit of pretty blue ribbon that was a close enough approximation to Soap’s eyes. It’d snagged on a bramble bordering the clearing where Ghost had set up for overwatch. Without even thinking he’d snagged it on his way to RV down the hill, offering it to Johnny in the armored car taking them back to base. Soap hadn’t said a thing. It was then that Ghost realized maybe giving your subordinate a piece of trash you’d found in a bush perhaps wasn’t the most well adjusted way to express affection. He’d been about to play it off with a quip, beginning to retract his fingers ever so slightly, when Johnny snatched it lightning quick from the palm of his hand, holding it close to his chest for a moment before stuffing it into his chest pocket next to his journal. Soap had given him a small strangled “Thank you” as they sat the rest of the ride in an awkward but warm silence. Johnny disappeared almost immediately after they got back to base but Ghost could see light in the space under his door so he wasn’t too worried that he’d done permanent damage to their relationship.
After that his eyes just seemed to catch on things that he assumed Johnny would like. He couldn’t help it. Little glass marbles, a river stone with an interesting marking, a large brown feather; Somehow it all made its way into the hands of his Sergeant. Usually with a gruff “Here”, barely waiting for Johnny to hold out his hands before he dropped his small offering into his gloved palms. Soap has also gotten over whatever his episode of silence had been, responding with a blinding smile and enthusiastic gratitude and a happy quip. (“Thanks Lt!” a piece of antler, Montana “Y’ shouldn’t have!” an old toy car, Finland “Find this on sale?” a scrap of pink fabric, Brazil “Ghost you’re spoiling me.” green river stone, India etc.(no he didn’t catalog all of them that would be creepy. He only wrote down his favorites.))
The next time Ghost thinks he’s permanently damaged their relationship and scared Soap off for good comes after an operation sweeping out an AQ base in Afghanistan. 
It’s stuffy and dark, the blistering heat of the day beginning to fade into the bitter chill of the night. The compound has long since been abandoned by all but the stubbornest of rats, slowly being reclaimed by the wild desert it carved its blackness into. They roll into the courtyard through the open front gate, the outer walls have seen multiple breacher charges and calling them walls at this point is more out of respect than any dedication to accuracy. The whole place has already been swept by drone and Laswell has had satellite eyes on it for months confirming just how fucking dead it is. They’re here for information, the drone identified documents left behind as well as at least two hard drives. 
The 141 has split off, each clearing their own section and radioing in at even intervals, they’ve learned the hard way that it’s better to be safe than sorry. Beyond extra caution, the whole place has an eerie, black aura that drags forth memories of scorpion stings and dull knives biting at his flesh. Assisting in his nightmarish stroll down memory lane, Ghost is assigned the lower levels of the compound. Each room is another scene from a past he tries to forget, filled with rusted over implements of pain and brown stains no one cared to clean. 
Something in the last room makes him pause. 
A small barred window allows light from a waning moon to pool into the room, catching on something on the table. Small, most no bigger than his fingernail, a collection of about five objects sits in a tray on the corner of the table. Brilliant white patches shine in stark opposition to the bed of rust brown they lay on. 
Teeth. Human teeth.
His mind is acting on autopilot when grabs them and stuffs them in a pocket, so similar but so different to his first experience with the ribbon months ago. He finishes his sweep of the room, conveying his findings back on comms (“Seems like we’re late for the party.” “If only you didn’t take so long to get ready.”-Soap “Shut the fuck up the both of you I just saw a rat the size of a terrier.”-Gaz “I’ve got the hard drives if any of you fuckers remember why we’re here.”-Price), and turns back to rendezvous, his mind now firmly on finding his comrades and getting the hell out.
As they start readying themselves to duck into the humvees they arrived in, Ghost’s muscle memory kicks in to complete his self assigned mission objective. He turns to where Soap stands almost expectantly at his side. It’s not every mission that he has something he’s decided is a worthy offering but it has become more often than not. Mind already halfway back to base, a gloved hand chases down each tooth where they’ve burrowed themselves in the pocket of his tac vest, collecting them and dropping them in Soap’s proffered hand with a grunt. His brain turns back on when the bloody bones hit his Sergeant’s glove, panicking because what the fuck did he just do? What kind of fucking sociopath gives his friend(more?) human fucking teeth as a souvenir. Much less human fucking teeth that were pulled forcibly out of some poor bastard’s skull during a bygone torture session. 
His hand is trembling. 
Ghost forces himself to look down and meet Soap’s assuredly outraged and disgusted gaze. 
Only he doesn’t.
Johnny is staring down at the teeth in his palm with a look of fucking reverence. His pupils are dilated beyond just the darkness surrounding them and Ghost’s detail oriented eyes catch the slight flare of his nostrils on every inhale. Soap slowly tilts his head up to meet Ghost’s eyes and a gasp lives and dies in his throat.
“Oh Simon, you treat me so well.” His voice is gravelly and thrumming with an emotion that Ghost doesn’t know the name of. But, god if this is the look he gets after bringing Johnny desiccated human remains?
He’ll rip the teeth out of some unworthy son of a bitch himself.
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marchtooctober · 10 months
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Twilight finally steps into Loid Forger's home. It was late at night and he thought for sure that everybody was already asleep, save for Bond who might get overzealous and wake everyone up. But the moment he closes the door, a figure appeared through his vision.
It was Yor, putting away laundry. She put them down and walked over to Loid.
"Loid! You're finally back!" She says in quiet surprise. Bond circled around them.
Loid pat Bond's head who then went back to his spot right away. Then he turned to Yor.
"I'm home. Sorry, I'm very late... I must have made you worried."
"Uhm... No! It's okay... You must have been very busy at work. " Yor asked.
"Well..." Loid's voice trailed off.
If only she knows what this man just went through.
"Yes... I had a very tough patient I had to deal with." He finally said.
Yor's eyes went wide.
"Did you have another concussive session with a patient?! Did you get hurt anywhere?! Oh, look! You have bruises! Let's treat you! Sorry, I didn't notice right away. It's dim." Yor stared at him with obviously worried eyes.
Loid couldn't stare back at her, feeling that he might end up letting his guard down.
"N-No! There's no need for that. My bruises are not that bad. I'm just... really tired with dealing with my patient today."
"Do you want some tea before you rest?"
Loid was very ready to retire to bed and sleep away the pain of his arm's gunshot wound. But chances of peace with Yor are ever so rare that he willed himself to stay.
"Ah... Sure."
"Okay. I'll pour you a cup."
Yor seated herself beside Loid on the sofa. The closeness made Loid all tingly but in a very comforting way. For the most of time, they were silent. Then Yor gave repeated glances at Loid.
"Is there something bothering you, Yor?"
"A-Wha-What? Sorry! It's just..." Yor emptied her cup and placed it on the table before continuing.
"Seeing that you can get hurt like this for treating a patient... Are you still okay with it?"
Loid seemed to be caught off guard, he only stared right back at Yor.
"Don't you regret being a psychiatrist?"
The silenced prolonged. The question gave a deep impression to Loid, to Twilight. As if asking if he regrets being a spy.
"Sorry! That was rude of me to ask! I'm not even the one to speak. I'm really sorry! You don't need to answer that, Loid."
Loid also placed his own empty cup on the table. He leaned back and stared up the ceiling.
"No. I don't regret it. Even when I get hurt doing this proffession. Because it's something that I have decided a long time ago. So there's nothing else for me but to stick with it, even during the hard times."
Yor fell silent, her eyes glinting as if understanding Loid's words very well.
Loid closed his eyes and recalled right away what he just said. It was something he just blurted out but it's true. Not only for him, but also for everyone else who decided their own path.
He drew his head back, almost hanging to the side. His mind is in total disarray. His eyes fluttered open in time only to see Yor leaning over him. Too tired and slow to react, his mind suddenly went blank when he felt a kiss on his forehead.
"You did well." Yor said and sat back.
Her calm demeanor quickly turned into surprise, and she covered her face with her hands.
Loid fixed himself in an instant, sitting properly. He faced a very embarrassed Yor. Internally, he was just as embarrassed because of their proximity just now.
"N-No! It's not what you think it is! I just..." Yor said and waved her hands.
"C-Calm down, Yor! Speak slowly." Loid said with a similarly frantic gesture.
After a few breaths, Yor continued.
"My coworkers told me that... a... w-welcome home kiss is a common thing between couples. B-But I couldn't do it earlier and you're too tired from work so I... just wanted to comfort you instead." She said and shyly looked at Loid.
Loid took a deep breath.
"Thank you, Yor. And I'm sorry." He said.
"What? You have nothing to apologize! I'm... the one who should say sorry."
"I'm sorry because I..."
His words trailed off once more as his body started moving on its own. It was as if his arm was no longer in pain and reached out for Yor's face. In an instant, Loid closed off the distance and pulled Yor into a kiss.
It was a kiss that was warmer than the tea they just had. Loid closes his eyes and thoroughly felt Yor's lips, his hand gently holding the base of her head. Yor was wide-eyed for a second before she let herself be pulled in deeper. To her, this first kiss doesn't taste like lemon. It was the sweetest thing there ever was.
All thought is lost, only this moment remains. And perhaps, it's just what Loid really needed as a reward after a hard day's work.
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