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skiptomy · 2 days
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Well Hey There, it's been a hot minute since I've been properly active on Tumblr, but the rest of the internet is rapidly crashing into more of a hellhole than this lovely hellsite. So I'm looking for more folks to follow, and hopefully to make some new buddies
Name: Lou (Luceferin, Skip, Skip To My, Art Gremlin) About Me: -I'm 31, turning 32 in September -I'm Agender + Asexual -AUDHD (autistic + adhd) -I have EDS, Fibromyalgia, Asthma, and I'm a tummy ache survivor -I'm an artist, and I'm gonna be posting a whole lot of work soon -I watch dogs and cats and will be posting very goodboys and gals Fandoms/Interests: -Dungeons and Dragons -Cowboys in general -LGBTQIA+ Studies/History -Games: Hades, Pyre, Bioshock, Fallout, Mass Effect, Legend of Zelda, Dragon Age, Red Dead Redemption, The Last of Us, Lethal Company -Shows/Movies: Leverage, Hilda, Ted Lasso, Golden Girls, X-Men '97, WWDITS, In the Flesh, Over the Garden Wall, Bob's Burgers, Pacific Rim, Annihilation, Knives Out, -Hellboy -Dropout TV -Podcasts: TMA, Wolf 359, Girl in Space, NADDPOD, MBMBAM, TAZ -Nature: Animals/Geology/Space -Spooky Shit -Body Positivity/Positivity in general -Probably so many more I have the brain RAM of a piece of wet cheese If you think we're a good match, reblog this with your info or send me a message!
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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:
BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)
Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.
That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.
Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.
(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.
She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)
“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.
“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”
“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.
“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”
“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.
“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”
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smash-chu · 10 months
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Things Luna has gone through in one day: Placed second in a game of minigolf, won a arm wrestling match against a paladin with 0 effort, lost a drunken fight for fun against the same paladin, had her dog held hostage by some devils seeking to crash the vampire + gnoll wedding party
and got to cuddle a vampire she saved from the party crashing as thanks, to finish the day off
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razrogue · 1 month
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WIP Folder Game
Tagged by @isayashai (TY 💜)
post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs. <- {I'm just going to tag folks- I'm not doing all that 🤣}
No obligation tagging: @we-staybhaalin @bhaalbaaby @eeldritchblast @commander-krios @tragedybunny @coldshrugs and anyone else who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!!!
WIPs
And Then They Held Hands (BG3 - Gan and Astarion)
Playing By The Rules (BG3 - Shara and Gale)
Don't Leave, Not Like This (BG3 - Gan and Ascended Astarion)
Hands (BG3 - I think it was Gan and Astarion; might be Astarion and reader though...)
Long Nights Amongst The Stars (DAO - Briva and Sten)
Motivation (BG3 - Gan and Ascended Astarion)
Untitled Something Something (BG3 - Gan and Minthara)
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alienturnipp · 1 year
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I am a home
For my Cirilla Hawke, and the way she loves. Tw for canon-typical grief. Handers is not the main focus, but it is definitely there.
I am a home. It is the way I love.
Come under my roofs. Sleep under my skin.
Lean on my ribs.
Sit. Run. Love. Hate. Laugh. Cry.
Mould me for your comfort.
Open. Close. Build. Break. Destroy.
I am your home. I can take it.
I am a home. It is the way I guard.
Grounded, stranded, the observer.
The world tore you away:
Gone. Dead. Twisted.
You gave yourself to the world:
Head high, heart bled, back turned.
Oh, to be the sword in your hands. The stone on your staff. The tip of your arrow. To follow you wherever you are.
But you told me: “You are a home.”
So I remain, as you come and as you go.
To wait, wait, wait.
Where are you that I cannot follow?
What am I without you within me?
I am not a home.
In your absence they’d come, tools in hands.
To mould me for their comfort. A fort for their shaking fears.
But I don’t love them. Not how I love you.
I can’t protect them. Not how I protect you.
So I become their prison, and they become mine.
Oh I wish I could take flight.
Be a bird, and not be crushed by the sky.
Did I send you to your ultimate demise?
I am not a home.
I am not a home.
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I am a home. It is the way I wait.
Longing is in my bones, the core of my pillars.
My walls, oh my walls, they are falling apart…
I won’t fall.
I won’t shake.
I won’t crumble to dust.
Not until I hear the sound of your steps, the breath of your lungs.
Not until I see you, walking toward me.
Revealing what you have become.
Changed. Broken. Worn. So have I.
I hold my door. You came back.
Still mine, mine, mine.
My precious person.
Then, I will take you in.
And then, as you stand to part,
I will fold myself inside your pouch.
Wrap myself across your back.
Tie myself around your hair.
And then, then I will say:
“Take me with you, so that you are home, wherever you go.
I am your shoes, your umbrella, your sword, your shield.
I am all that and I am your home, as I am your friend, your lover, your family.
Come to me. Keep me. Let me love you.
I am your home. I can take it.”
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tomdaleillustration · 8 months
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Holy Moly my Axolotl post really blew up! So many new people have followed me so hello everyone, I'm Tom, an oil painter and digital illustrator working mainly in fantasy art for TTRPG,TCG and book covers! I tend to paint a bunch of different stuff from dnd characters and battlescenes to large squishy dragons and everything in between. It's been lovely seeing everyone's kind words about my work so I'll try to be a bit more active from now on!
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aparticularlysmallrat · 4 months
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counting the 4 i hatched (and one i accidentally sold for 15 gems instead of a chest. pain.) I got 91 eggs this night of nocturne. golly gee
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blujaydoodles · 2 years
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so I found out @ragsy‘s boi Arji is also a Makes Friends With Rats Guy
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troonwolf · 1 year
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it does genuinely annoy me tbh that everytime someone wants to vague nonsense about me to discredit me or make me seem bad, they have to leave out and make up random stuff which always reveals their ableism and queerphobia
eg. this person just doesn’t like what I have to say about syscourse on my blog, so they blocked me and made a big self-righteous post about how having reclaimed slurs on my blog makes me a “fucking weirdo”
then when they receive pushback for this they switch it up to “omg he has a MANIFESTO on his pinned about a topic I disagree with”, revealing what the actual problem was to begin with. the slurs were literally not the problem and were used as an excuse to paint me as scary and violent.
but presenting it as “this mentally ill cult survivor has a syscourse post as their pinned so they don’t have to keep talking about it, and is also a trans man who reclaims slurs for himself” would be a lot different from “this FUCKING WEIRDO wrote A MANIFESTO about SYSCOURSE. WHY would they even care omg they must be a violent scary person!”
but as a person with DID who is a cult survivor it’s very obvious why I would “care that much about it.”, especially if you bothered to read the posts and not just see that a person with DID is talking about something you disagree with, so now you have to turn the ableism up on them
you can obviously disagree with me but this isn’t how you go about it lol. you could have blocked me and just put “people who use slurs dni” without any explanation or statement made about it instead of trying to make me seem like a violent crazy person for not living up to your standard of survivor/queer.
also to make things clear: literally all I did was reblog a post on my dash about a cool dragon competition, from an OP who had no dni and still doesn’t, and they vagued me by calling me a “fucking weirdo” and likening my actions to that of a school shooters. (”manifesto” is a very loaded term to be using against a trans person right now but ok.)
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loumauve · 1 year
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not me avoiding most spoilers about things I'm really invested in rn only to get exposed through my gf's youtube recs
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raayllum · 2 years
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this past week i keep gaining and losing followers in fast succession (and evening out to the same amount) and it’s like. can y’all commit or chill so my gmail inbox can relax please
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anneapocalypse · 2 years
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can't believe that when they had to pick a first name for the real Blackwall, someone said "what if he was Gordon" and they went with it. Warden Gordon. love that for him.
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fellstcr · 1 year
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infernalentropy · 2 years
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If your in anyway associated with any winged creature get your ass over to the “dream” app and put it on the setting “comic” few ai shuffles and I got a pretty good idea of what my wings look like now! White with gold trim and heckin huuge
In the non infernal sense infernal is bat wing trope.
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copper-skulls · 2 years
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local man needs a vacation and someone to get him off the throne, please, he doesn't want to be there,
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acepalindrome · 5 months
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Alternatives to Squishmallow
So as many of you have probably already heard, Jazwares, the company that produces Squishmallows, is donating to charities that support Israeli soldiers and the IDF. They’re also supporting Canary Mission, which has been doxxing people who speak out against Israel. BDS hasn’t called for a boycott against them, but I can’t in good faith spend my money on their products, and I would strongly encourage everyone who enjoys plushies to really think long and hard about if you want to give your money to a company that’s helping support genocide!
But the holidays are coming up, and lots of us enjoy plushies and were fans of Squishmallow, and were planning to give Squishmallows to friends and family this year.
Fortunately, there are a number of great plushie companies out there, and I want to promote some of my favorites in the hopes that folks will get their plushie fix from a source that doesn’t side with Israel. So without further ado:
Fluffnest
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Fluffnest got their start on Kickstarter a few years ago, and I adore the round shapes of their PuffPal plushies! My favorite is Pete the Possum, which is probably the best possum plush I’ve ever seen. I’ve also got a beautiful moth from their Kickstarter and I’ve been wanting their bats for ages. They also recently had a Kickstarter for an Animal Crossing-esque video game featuring their plushie characters and it looks fantastic.
Squishables
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I can’t get over the plague doctor plushies. They’re so perfect and cute, and they’ve released other variations of them called Alter Egos, like a ghostly version, an alien, or a really sweet cottagecore one! They’ve got a ton of variety, but what I like the most are the fantasy plushies. There’s a lich! There are dragons and demons! Cryptids! Biblically accurate angels! A lot of really fun stuff!
Also they do a lot of great charity work! Right now they’re doing an auction for the Food Bank of New York City.
AfternoonFika
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AfternoonFika is a very small business of only three people, but their plushies are extremely cute. They tend to sell out fast, so I recommend following them on social media to stay on top of any restocks! They recently released a line of dinosaurs that are precious, and of course I love their iconic cactus cat and cinnamon bun bunny.
Jellycat
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Jellycat has been around since 1999, so they’re the oldest of these companies. They’ve got great designs, a ton of variety, and a lot of their plushies are made to be cuddled on and not just displayed. All three of my tiny nephews sleep with a different stuffed dog from Jellycat. My mom has a sun and several succulents that she uses as decorations. There’s a little something for everyone who enjoys plushies!
If you have any other favorite companies I haven’t mentioned, feel free to add on! I’ve enjoyed Squishmallows for a while now and I’m sad to see their leadership coming out on the side that’s committing war crimes on a daily basis, but this is a good time to discover new favorite plushie companies! And remember, money speaks loudly. Even if BDS hasn’t called for a boycott of Jazwares, it sends a message when sales start dropping for companies that support genocide. It’s a small thing, but the little things we do can add up!
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