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just started playing stardew valley and i cannot imagine what it has to be like for the townsfolk to have some 20 something twink move in and then pass out in the weeds his first day there. then proceed to watch him spend the next four days covered in dirt and frantically lusting after the son of the local carpenter
#you said you wanted tips so uhhhh#an easy early game gift for Seb is flounder (an ocean fish)#it鈥檚 not his favourite but it gives you something to gift him before you鈥檙e able to get some of the better gifts#also this is me fr fr#I love Seb so much
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The Diluc parasites are infesting my brain again, I can鈥檛 stop thinking about him<3
#friend art#I鈥檓 so proud of you babygirl#the joy of your art is overcoming the heartbreak of not pulling Arlecchino
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and what if i revived my tumblr by turning it into a dumping ground for my newly acquired genshin impact brain rot? what then huh?
i have become far too insane and have decided to start making it other people鈥檚 problem again.
i haven鈥檛 touched tumblr in literal years鉂わ笍
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Emo boy is running my life istg
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The symbolism of flowers
Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty
Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity
Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Honeysuckle: Bonds of love
Blue Hyacinth: Constancy
Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless
Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride
Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility
Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth
Magnolia: Nobility
Marigold: Grief, jealousy
Morning Glory: Affection
Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest
Pansy: Thoughtfulness
Peony: Bashfulness, shame
Poppy: Consolation
Red Rose: Love
Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity
Snapdragon: Deception, grace
Sunflower: Adoration
Sweet Willian: Gallantry
Red Tulip: Passion
Violet: Watchfulness, modesty
Yarrow: Everlasting love
Zinnia: Absent, affection
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She can鈥檛 see how she looks from the outside, but by all that鈥檚 powerful in this world Nerio hopes that she still looks put together. She forces herself to sit still, with her posture unnaturally straight. The urge to fidget, relax, and outright collapse itches from within her, but she doesn鈥檛 let it show. She feels her forehead, clammy with a nervous sweat, and a heavy feeling rests in her stomach. It鈥檚 almost sickening, and yet the feeling has settled in her body, and hasn鈥檛 left in days. Time seems to slow as she鈥檚 constantly aware of how she鈥檚 feeling, and yet she tries her hardest to ignore it.
Instead of trying to find comfort, she forces herself to maintain a status quo. Calm, obedient, unquestioning. She listens to the meeting and takes notes in a neat cursive, glancing between her page and the conversation as she uses her own shorthand to transcribe word for word what is being said. She can鈥檛 afford to forget any of this after all, these plans are too important. It鈥檚 exactly like how she can鈥檛 afford to linger on her feelings. There鈥檚 no time for sentiment, especially when it鈥檚 for something so ridiculous. So she smiles calmly and nods along to suggestions, hums in agreement when needed, and doesn鈥檛 give in to the sense of dread that鈥檚 consumed her thoughts.
After the meeting ends, her employer asks her to stay behind. Naturally she agrees, watching everyone else pack up and return to their duties and waiting until only the two of them are left.
He formally welcomes her, asking her how she found the meeting, if she was able to keep up, and if she understands the responsibilities she now has to keep track of. Of course she gives him the answers he wants. And for the most part it鈥檚 true. She understands all the facts, remembers everything that was said, she simply omits the parts that are irrelevant to their goals. And once he鈥檚 satisfied with her answer, he dismisses her, giving her the rest of the day off to acclimate to her new life in the castle and prepare for tomorrow鈥檚 work.
Nerio keeps her composure up until the second she enters her room. Then everything releases itself. The door locks shut and she collapses into her desk chair, gripping the ends of the table as she leans back, finally alone with her thoughts. Not that she wants to be. She鈥檚 even more aware of herself than before, the feel of her sleeves against her arms is almost suffocating, every breath is forced out of her with a mechanical repetition. Her muscles tense and she stays perfectly quiet. She can feel tears blink in her eyes, but even now she refuses to let them fall. She won鈥檛 cry. Not over this.
She thinks back to what she left behind. To /who/ she left behind. Laughs between friends, the feeling of a head resting on her shoulder, the casual intimacy that became so common in her life. And now it鈥檚 gone.
It鈥檚 a harsh feeling. Guilt, loneliness, and an emptiness unlike any she had felt before. Like she was now simply going through the motions now that she had left them all behind. But she knows she shouldn鈥檛 be feeling this. She made her choice. She wanted to leave. It was the best move.
If she had known how much it would hurt, would she have left in the first place? Nerio isn鈥檛 sure.
But she can鈥檛 dwell on this feeling. She has a job to do. She needs to focus. She needs to put it all behind her. People are counting on her.
Nerio takes a deep breath, slowly letting go of the desk, where her fingernails have left slight indents into the wood from the force. She adjusts her posture, trying her best to push away the negative feeling, and pulls out her notes from earlier. She should study them, ensure she鈥檚 clear on everything. She can鈥檛 let herself fall behind because of some meaningless emotions.
But as afternoon turns to evening, Nerio can鈥檛 seem to focus on the words in front of her. She can鈥檛 seem to focus on anything.
She tells herself that tomorrow she鈥檒l be in top shape and ready to work.
After all, it鈥檚 just one bad day.
#rave鈥檚 writing#oc:: nerio#have some sad angst writing I did a couple weeks ago in a depressive episode and did not edit at all before posting now :)
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I have this very vivid image of Sebek as Yuu in my head. Hair down. Curls framing his face with golden, dangling lightning bolt earrings. A cocky grin on his face. Very into eyeliner.
He wants to go home, says so to Crowley, to the students of NRC, but somethings just not adding up about his story. About how he thinks and acts in Twisted Wonderland.
As if he's been here before.
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&JULIET SYDNEY IS REAL!!!!!!
I am musical theatre posting on main now teehee :)
#rave鈥檚 art#musical theatre#& juliet#& juliet Australia#musical fanart#& juliet fanart#and Juliet#and Juliet au#and Juliet fanart
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finally finished this!!! it took!!!! way too damn long!!!!!!! RAHHH
also ik yhe quality looks bad but i got too lazy to even try and edit it ugh
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Inspired by the Deep Apiarist class of Heart: The City Beneath, a rpg system I鈥檓 slowly learning and preparing to run for a group of friends. Because what could be a more fun class to play than a wizard who has replaced their body with a hive mind of bees?
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i like to imagine that Sebek is Malleus鈥檚 shitty fucked up cat
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"No one wants to see art of ocs" If I dont see art of peoples ocs at least once a day I DIE. Do you want that to happen? Do you want me to DIE? Draw your ocs.
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god i miss when this artist posted (<- is the artist)
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