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Something to think about regarding the jeffcest universe... 🤔😂
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via jeffsatur @ instagram | 22042024
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via studio_onsaturn & piiazzetta @ twitter | 22042024
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via jeffsaturofficialth @ facebook | 22042024
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milephakphum: ,,, Have A GN 💚 ,,,
Jeff is always good and the concerts are really fun and great.
If you have a chance, go see it^^
Cheers. 🤘🏻😁
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The Jeff Clone squad, forced proximity, for @emberfaye
Gods are not meant to share space with others. Not even immortals.
Even in a shape made to walk the earth, one which causes the ground to erupt with new shoots and flower buds beneath his feet, the Rain God's presence is too much. It crowds the others out until they can't breathe, trembling at the force and weight of his attention. Lightning crackles around him, the scent of ozone layered over petrichor. The spikes of his crown are too sharp for them to touch. His power burns.
He tries to match their proportions, to fit himself alongside them, but there's no disguising a god.
The electric force of his presence so near to them makes Sunshine rebel against it. And when Sunshine rebels, it's often Ghost who gets hurt.
"How can I help?" Rain God asks, surprisingly gentle. He isn't loud, but vibration thrums beneath his voice like the aftershocks of a thunderclap.
Ghost kneels on the grass, his fingers digging into the damp earth. His thoughts scatter in all directions. Leave us, he thinks, but he knows better. Rain God won't leave them while they're newly-resurrected and vulnerable. Not while their blood still stains the ground.
Ghost feels himself being squeezed into the margins of the world. There isn't enough room for all of them in one place, the divine and the undying. It's still too dangerous for them to be anywhere else. Even rebellious Sunshine won't go far. None of them can.
Mist shimmers between Rain God's spread hands. It takes the shape of a cloud, but lacks the size and weight to gather a storm. Rain God has compressed his entire nature into a human body, small and fragile. The air pressure is almost unbearable for Ghost. He can't imagine how Rain God must feel.
Gods are not meant to be small.
"Stop making yourself small for us," Ghost says. "There is room enough for me in the palm of your hand."
Rain God waits for a long time in silence. Then he begins to grow.
At first, there is no room at all. This was a mistake, Ghost thinks.
Then the pressure eases. The static charge in the air dies down. Water droplets fall in a gentle patter onto the ground.
Rain God lifts Ghost in his cupped hand, and there is space enough, here, for all of them.
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I've got 99 problems, but I'm going to the gym to ignore all of them. 👊🏻❤️🩹🔥
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if i were confetti i‘d also cling to his chest like that
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feeling good (full version)
via lunarsatur @ twitter | 21042024
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via inspiresatur @ twitter | 21042024
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let it go - pretty princess jeff x ink waruntorn
via tuesatur @ twitter | 21042024
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via studio_on_saturn @ instagram | 21042024
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via mademypo @ twitter | 21042024
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