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zillychu · 5 months

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I've had some fun making lil goatlings!

#goatlings #the comet themed one is gonna be implimented into the site! im excited!#zilly art

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shirecorn · 1 year

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how does pony government work in the skyscraper gods universe? Like the gala and other stuff? How do royal courts work?

Other places in the world do have monarchies, but equestria does not. It's governed by stewards appointed by the sun in places where she cares, and elected officials where she does not. It's a messy system and is in dire need of an overhaul. There is a lot of "this is the will of god" without actually consulting God, and she can't be bothered to care about import taxes on turnips. So it's a theocracy but God participates sometimes.

Equestrians refer to the gods as "princesses" but they are borrowing the term from neighboring countries that have actual royalty. With the return of Luna and the emergence of 2-3 more deities, it's a very strange time and political systems are going to start fracturing.

It's less "the divine right of kings" and more "the divine have a right to be kings" with that "right" being both a political and theological question.

The question is arising: does divinity grant you political authority? Should it? Does the goddess of love actually have a right to rule a kingdom of people completely foreign to her just because there was a power vacuum? Does having a horn and wings somehow make her more qualified than a pony who is actually part of that kingdom?

The sun willed it, so it shall be.

But that doesn't mean it's right.

#skyscraper gods #skyscraper gods lore #i think the two sisters do retire from governing in the end #so thats canon #but its because their newly ascended god of friendship has a fresh perspective and is very connected to mortal ponies #and their needs and wants #she looks at the sun and moon and says yall are out of touch #you have your domains but they arent government #so either get really involved in turnip taxes or step off #so theyre like ok u wanna be queen then?#twilight says yes and becomes queen #and immediately dismantles the governemnt and impliment democracy

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uter-us · 2 months

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radfem question!!

i'm having a conversation with someone about female only spaces (this specifically pertains to bathrooms) and they said that the rule of having female-only bathrooms would "act more like an enforcement of femininity more than anything else."

I think their point is about butch lesbians and/or women who present "masculinely," and so because there is ofc no female identification at the door, and policy would likely just make it more acceptable for women and girls to report if there was a male in the bathroom (without having to determine if the male identifies as a woman), this could end up hurting "masculine"-presenting women (implying that they could be mistaken as male), and in turn just reinforce femininity. Thoughts? (mine are in tags)

#I understand that this has happened a few times before actually. i think my main point would just be that dressing masculinely does not #actually make you look male and like its evolutionarily advantageous for humans to be able to spot the opposite vs same sex #and so this i dont believe is going to be a huge problem based off of mistakenly seeing female ppl as male HOWEVER #because (from my very limited knowledge) it seems that the few times it has happened it has been lesbophobia #could this be a tool to enforce femininity on females? my last point is just that ofc ideally (imo) many single-stall bathrooms with like #complete complete privacy is ideal but also financially that is very hard to impliment and is not practical. but also! kathleen stock spoke #abt how TRAs cant simultaneously claim that TW being able to use the womens bathroom is so important and also not think its important enoug #to shell out money on?? so maybe the financial practicality COULD be possible?? but also maybe not idk.! im just curious what yall think #thanks!!#radfem #radblr #radical feminism #gender critical #radical feminists do interact #terfblr #rad fem #gender criticism #terfsafe #questions tag

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marvel-lous-guy · 10 months

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Tony: I don't have favourites!

Clint: How come Spiderkid has an allowance then?

Sam: Hey! How come I don't get an allowance!?

Bucky: Because you get paid to do this birdbrain, you don't need allowance

Scott: I don't get paid, how come I don't get allowance?

Nat: Are you even an Avenger?

Steve: Peter gets allowance!? I have to pay rent to stay here!

Tony: thats because I don't like you

Bucky: Hey, I also have to pay to be here, does anyone else pay?

Tony: thats a swear jar. There's a difference

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biohazard-inevitable · 3 months

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You know what I’m also gonna post that Zosan fic on here cause its too fucking good not to anyways-

Why not let it be me?

Ao3 Link here

Rating: T

Zosan

Word count: 2530

Post thriller bark angst

It was quiet, for once. The boisterous cheering and singing dulled to a snoring lull as the drunk pirates had all collapsed for the night, practically sleeping on top of each other among the rubble of the great ship.

Sanji, however, was not as asleep as the rest. He couldn’t stop worrying.

Slowly, his feet shuffled towards the door of the makeshift infirmary, cautiously pushing the splintering oak forward with a groaning creak before slipping inside, wordlessly. His tired, sapphire eyes adjusted swiftly to the darkness, settling on the broken form of the swordsman on the bed, swaddled in bandages and gauze, a choked sound lodging in his throat like bile that refused to come out all the way, sour and vile.

“Oh marimo.” He whispered out softly with a sigh, having stubbed his usual cigarette out before entering as he quietly approached the bedside. “Will you wake up soon?”

Softly, he trailed his fingers down Zoro’s limp arm, tracing lazy circles along each wound as he knelt at the bedside, searching the man’s face for any sign of consciousness, though finding nothing but the soft rise and fall of his chest. Well, at least he was actually alive, that was a plus.

Sanji laid his head atop the mattress, his golden hair splaying across the sheets beside Zoro as he ran his knuckles along his body, carefully counting every dip and curve beneath the wrappings, noting how every abnormality was a new gash or broken bone. Tears welled in his eyes as pain tore its claws through his heart, pain and guilt that this should be him in the bed, it should be him laying like this, not the swordsman.

His mind swarmed with flashes of yesterday, of Kuma and his offer before Zoro had knocked him out, of the blurry pain that blossomed across the bruise now settled beneath his ribs matching the shape of Wado’s hilt, the wheezed protests before his body had crumpled to the ground, his vision fading to nothingness around him. Memories of the panic in his chest when he woke to find Zoro wasn’t there, the rush of adrenaline in his lungs as his legs pounded against earth in a desperate attempt to find him, only to come face to face with the disastrous aftermath, the cross-armed swordsman standing as still as a statue in a endless crimson pool of his own blood, waiting.

The way Zoro had looked at him in that moment, no rage or usual bickering to be had from Sanji’s quips and teases, just stern, hopeless determination as his shaking form barely opened its mouth to speak, replying to only one of Sanji’s hundreds of questions.

“N-nothing happened.” He had spoken, body crumpling into Sanji’s the moment the cook had touched him, as if he had been waiting to collapse the entire time, waiting for it to be safe enough to do so.

“Nothing happened.” Sanji muttered with a click of his tongue, fingertips curling into the sheets as he snapped back to the present. “Nothing happened my ass.”

There was no point in chewing him out right now, and Sanji doubted he could even hear him with how out of it he was. The blonde’s lingering grazes slid down Zoro’s arm towards where his palm lay limp on the mattress beside him, calloused fingertips facing upwards to allow easier bloodflow from the IV Chopper had hooked up.

He was beat beyond what any normal human would ever be able to survive. His beautiful, warm sun-touched skin now looked and felt unfathomably cold and grey, the only color of it being dark specks of clotting black and tarnished rust that was what was left of the blood he had been soaked in. His face seemed peaceful, and unmoving like a corpse, the though sending another pang through Sanji’s heart as his fingertips tightened into a sharp grasp around Zoro’s fingers, giving a gentle squeeze as he laid his head against the mattress beside the swordsman, his own heart thundering so loud in his chest that he could barely hear the murmur of the other’s, if it was even there at all.

“Sanji…” Came the soft, squeaky note fo concern from behind followed by the soft but familiar rattle of glass clinking together as the door creaked closed. “I thought I told you to stay out until he recovered, though I understand your concern.”

“Sorry, Chopper.” Sanji spoke, almost surprised at the broken crackle to his voice, his cheeks wet and puffy with the liquid that stung at his eyes, tears he wished never fell. “But I can’t leave him. What if… what if something happens in the night?”

“Sanji, thats why I’m here.” Chopper sighed, laying a hoof softly on the blone’s thigh. “To make sure nothing happens.”

“But what if it does?” Sanji gasped through a sniffle, his hand tightening around Zoro’s fingers as he watched the faint, but steady, rise and fall of the swordsman’s bandaged chest. “What if it does and he- Chopper… what if he doesn’t wake up?”

“Don’t say things like that!” The reindeer pleaded through tears of his own. “He won’t die, he’s stable. I’m monitoring him, but I promise you he won’t die! Although… I don’t know when he’ll wake up, but he will! I know he will.”

“He has to…” Sanji sighed, threading his fingers together with Zoro’s absently.

A pause fell through the air between the trio as the cook’s grip tightened, his other hand rising to run gentle minstrations theough Zoro’s fuzzy hair as he cradled his head like a lover.

“Sani, forgive me for asking but… are you and Zoro..?” Chopper began, unsure of how to explain what he knew he was seeing.

“Are we what?” Sanji hoarsed through a whisper, not taking his gaze off the swordsman’s resting face. “We’re friends, aren’t we? I mean, I know I fight with him a lot, but never seriously. I never wanted something like this to happen. Out of everyone… hes my best friend.”

“I see…” Chopper mused, biting his tongue from speaking the obvious as a long, tired sigh freed itself from his snout and he found himself padding over to the spare blankets. “In any case, you’ll catch a cold if you fall asleep without a blanket. I can’t let both of you fall ill! It’d be wrong of me as a doctor.”

“So you’ll let me stay?” Sanji sniffled, finally turning to look at the little reindeer as Chopper flung a soft, but tattered blanket over his shoulders.

“Of course.” Chopper nodded. “Just dont mess with any of the tubes, and I might wake you up to take his vitals throughout the night.”

“Thank you, Chopper.”

“Get some rest now, Sanji. You’re just as worn out.”

“I’ll sleep when he wakes.” Sanji grumbled, choosing instead to thumb across the swordsman’s knuckles with his soft, well cared for hands, ignoring the huff the doctor sighed as he put some used bottles onto his tray.

“Fine, but take care of yourself properly when you get a chance!” Chopper scolded lightly before exiting the room, leaving the two alone once more in favor of treating the others who were still quite injured.

Sanji hardly paid attention to when Chopper had left, instead choosing to sleepily bring Zoro’s limp hand to his lips, gently kissing over each knuckle like a silent prayer to whoever would listen, a prayer hoping that Zoro would wake from whatever battle still raged inside his mind.

“Come back, Zoro.” He murmured to himself, breath ghosting whispers of warmth over the mosshead’s hand and his eyelids feeling heavier and heavier the more he tried to force them open. “Come back to me. I don’t… I don’t know what to do without you. I love you.”

He didn’t know how long passed before sleep inevitably sunk its cold, callous claws into him, before his exhaustion ridden lashes shuttered his eyes to the world or before his stiffled sobs stuttered into a soft, sonorous snore.

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Zoro awoke on the early dawn of the third day, his whole body going rigid with the ever gnawing flames of agony that screamed through every fiber of his being, joints sore and bones aching while the stitches beneath his cause itched and stung like a thousand raging bees. Softly, he let out a long, dreary groan as his senses slowly came back to him.

After the fires of touch came the soft jingle of sound, the clinking of a stirring spoon against the edge of a bowl echoed from a table nearby while the faint scent of day-old secondhand smoke nipped at his nostrils. His eyes blinked open slowly, the crumbling ceiling coming into focus before him while his tongue smacked at the bitter taste of old iron at the back of his cotton-dry mouth.

As the swordsman tried to move into a lazy turn, a thousand spikes of pain roared up his spine, sending a soft hiss out from his teeth as the soft sheets underneath him shifted and he came face to face with a sleepy blonde head lain right beside him, a pair of undeniably curly eyebrows in plain view.

“Cook..?” He hoarsed, voice feeling entirely unlike his own as he spoke it, realizing the soft sensation caressing his fingertips was that of the plump, glossy lips pressed against his knuckles, a hint of drool pooling at the edge while those flawless, slender fingertips coiled loosely around his hand.

“Zoro!” Came the soft, whisper-yell from behind, the tinkling of the metal now ceased entirely as soft hoofbeats padded towards him. “You’re awake!!”

“Chopper…?” Zoro spoke with a groan as he glanced towards the reindeer, eyes wincing at the brightness of the lamp. “Good to see you’re alright… what about everyone else? Luffy! Is he?”

“Of course you’d be worried about that! He’s more than okay.” Chopper chuckled softly, motioning for Zoro to quiet down his excitement before gesturing to Sanji’s sleeping form. “You were the one we were most worried about.”

“Even dart-brow was worried?” Zoro grunted, maneuvering more to lay his head closer to the cook’s, admiring every little spiral his golden hair made on the mattress as he gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Hard to believe he of all people would be worried about me.”

“I don’t know what happened back there… but it really messed with Sanji.” Chopper admitted quietly. “I’ve never seen him cry so much before.”

“He cried..?”

Oh… now that took Zoro by surprise, but he could see it now. The faint, puffy redness around his eyes, the salty crust that clung to his lashes, the phantom rivers carved into the rosy hills of his cheeks. The way his grip had clearly been so tight before he went limp with slumber, the soft stain on the mattress beneath his face. Had the swordsman’s state really done all of this to a chef who claimed to despise him?

“I don’t think he thought anyone noticed… so I wouldn’t bring it up. I don’t need you getting into a fight for at least another few weeks! Maybe months with how badly you’re hurt!”

“Mh… nah I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Zoro huffed before rolling back into position with a slight wince, absently thumbing over the cook’s knuckles as he got comfortable again.

“Zoro!” Chopper scolded, droning on and on about the importance of resting and the severity of his injuries, but Zoro was more consumed by the thoughts that the one he woke up to see first was Sanji of all people.

The lovestruck blonde who called the swordsman a plethora of profanities and the most degrading of insults, who would happily throw his leg up in deranged attacks while growling professions of hatred, the same cook that was now curled up on his knees at his bedside, brows crumpled with worry and cheeks stained with the salt of his tears. Surely, on top of all that, the gentle lips pressed to his knuckle had to be a coincidence, right? Surely, of all people, the cook didn’t like him like that, did he?

Surely Sanji didn’t love him back.

“Chopper…” Came the sluggish, dreary yawn from between the two, interrupting the doctor’s rant. “Quiet down… its hardly even dawn and I don’t have to make breakfast for a while longer… what the hell has got you so worked up?”

“Well, now that sunshine here is finally up, I might be able to get my hand back.” Zoro joked with a low, tremor of a chuckle, drawing that blurry blue gaze upwards until Sanji’s eyes shot open and he was yanked to attention.

“Zoro!” He exclaimed, those bubbly tears welling up again as he stumbled to his feet. “Fuck- Zoro you’re awake! You’re alive!”

“Course I am curls.” Zoro winced at the sudden uproar of worry that came from the blonde, a soft annoyed scowl darting across his face as he slapped a hand over Sanji’s babbling mouth. “Now can it! You’re too loud for how fucking early it is.”

The swordsman half excepted that small gesture to send Sanji into one of his usual upity rants, legs flying and swears spewing from his mouth, so when it didnt come, Zoro wasn’t sure why.

Instead, the cook’s soft, supple hands reached up to tenderly grip around Zoro’s wrist, watery eyes averting themself from the swordsman in favor of the ground as he slowly pulled the hand away from his mouth, letting the fingers lazily drag against his plush lips if only for the briefest moment.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” The blonde apologized, really catching Zoro off guard. “I shouldn’t be so loud. I just- look, everyone was really worried about you and Luffy wouldn’t be the same if you died and so I of course had to make sure you didn’t leave us all behind! You have a job on this ship wether you like it or not and I sure as hell am not gonna let you throw it all away for nothing! Zoro, I-“

I care about you.

I couldn’t live without you.

I can’t see you die when I’ve only begun to want to live.

I love you.

All unspoken against Sanji’s lips as his confession died in his throat, unable to admit the truth tearing its claws through his heart, unable to admit that for once, his love was a man. A man he’d sworn he hated, a man he refused to bend to, a man that had nearly died in his arms protecting him, a man that was his everything.

“You… what?” Zoro urged, steely gaze locked in on the chef’s figety fingers, his teary lashes and the worried quirk in his brow.

“I need a smoke.” Sanji sighed bluntly, releasing Zoro’s hand from his grip, decidedly unready to say how he truly felt. “And to get breakfast ready. Come by later when Chopper is done checking up on you, alright?”

“Yeah…” Zoro sighed in response, watching as the chef left for the doorway. “Alright.”

So much for thinking Sanji liked him more than just a rival, Zoro mused to himself.

How stupid could he be thinking it was anything else?

#one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #zosan #zosan fic #zosan angst fic #zosan thriller bark #thriller bark #post thriller bark #tony tony chopper #black leg sanji #THEY FINALLY IMPLIMENTED THE READ MORE FOR MOBILE HALLELUJAH #zayne’s writing #anyways this scene has been loving in my head rent free

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eliteninja6 · 5 months

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So Discord decided in all of their genius in their newest mobile update to drop the old, perfectly functional UI in exchange for the universally hated new UI. If you’ve tried it for a second, then you probably know how clunky it is. I haven’t touched it since it was first launched and I’m currently avoiding using it because I highly doubt it improved.

So don’t update Discord if you hate terrible UI design and maybe leave a review or complaint in their support because this just fucking sucks

#discord #mobile discord #how did they think this was a good idea #i haven’t heard a single positive thing about the new ui and they still force you to use it #i hate their change for the sake of change mentality #if it ain’t broke pretend it always was and impliment a worse option and remove the functional one entirely #fuck discord

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hymnsofheresy · 1 year

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god bless the little things. god bless the birds in the trees for singing every morning. god bless the bug crawling around my feet keeping me company. god bless the creatures of my gut microbiome for helping me digest my favorite foods. god bless every living single cell in my body for keeping me alive. god bless the oxygen molecules for filling my lungs. god bless god bless!!!

#trying to impliment more gratefulness !!!! in my life !!!!

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zzoriety · 4 days

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A beast from the heart of the plague domain. His body pulses even when stood completely still.

200g

#body horror #mild gore #flight rising #flight rising sales #plague is my favourite flight to draw #so many unique characteristics to impliment

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honeydewcorporation · 1 month

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what upgrade paths do I invest in to be peak ally for the horde of rabid DPS lesbians. Already a support main so I know the general gist of it but unsure what skills to pick. please help

Oh you're gonna want to invest in AOE buffs to incentivize the Lesbians to huddle up and kiss each other. If you're worried about friendly fire I think a few points in Spell Range and Splash Radius would go a long way.

As for effects specifically, I recommend Girl Power which scales with how many women you hit with it, Blunt Mastery (Which for whatever reason actually stacks with the Lesbian's Blunt Mistressy Innate Trait, and Tender Embrace (But only if you have the Wingman skill which lets you cast Touch Range spells through one of your allies.) The specific wording of Tender Embrace means it affects both the target and an adjacent character of their choice (Probably so that it works with the guardian specialty and stuff.)

Lesbians already have a lot of stuff that buffs members of their own class, so I think your most important role is gonna be giving them recharge abilities or bonuses to their healing/blunt damage. If anyone is running a polycule build you should only give them cool down/recharge stuff.

Hope this helped!

#honeydew corporation #sapphic #yuri #lesbian #Ally #Can we talk about the Wingman Skill for a sec btw?#It breaks a lot of the animations and I'm like Half sure it was just a joke ability they implimented as a bit #Like #why is it still in the game??#Patch your gosh dang animations devs

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iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid · 4 months

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decision: i will work from home today, because all the stuff i need to do right now can easily be done at home

dilemma: my PS5 and unfinished playthrough of the witcher 3 are also at home

#me #gonna have to impliment some kind of timer rule

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pipsbanquet · 10 months

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the banner should be him having dinner with pocket in his episode

I got a funny little idea for the banner

what if a bunch of artists did a collab to draw the banner

@piplicious @brodudemanbroski @knightinink @nezumipirrip0 @sawdeezballs @too-much-flynnolium @herbertpocketsfidgettoys @alister312 @lunchiemunchiess and anyone else who wants in

sorry for the tagss :3c

I have like a tiny little sketch of what it would be like (its basically just a bunch of foreign kids eating at a table with Pip in the center) so if you wanna join pls do

#asks #if anyone wants to do a little change to the arrangement you totally can #*coughcoug* ships can be implimented

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