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“I just learned how to burp last year” MR HURWITZ WHAT?!?????
#He’s so insane#I love a short rest that starts “we HAVE to talk about this thing”#LITTLE RIBBITS#naddpod#not another dnd podcast
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been love love loving my minecraft world
#i want to live here sooooooo bad#also i think the pictures look a little weird because of my curved monitors lol#pls ignore that#minecraft#mineblr#minecraft build#ribbit
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Character notes for that old 3rd life timey-wimey au that I dont have a name for based on that one post. A lot of queer themes. (Disclaimer: history is not my thing, and the point of the au is not to explore the realities of the lives of queer people in these eras. They inform the characters' internal struggles, but are not meant to be the focus of the story)
Grian: London, 1893; an architect that stays closed up in his studio working. He is gay, and considering the era he lives in, he is ashamed and afriad of anyone finding out. Reserved, snappy, and a bit of a bastard underneath. He just wants to be accepted, but never believes it can happen.
Scar: California, 1987; former action super star. He's struggling to find work because he is a vocal advocate for gay rights. Optimistic, stubborn, and unwilling to pretend to be something he is not. He leaps without looking and seizes the moment when it comes. He's an incurable romantic <3
Jimmy: England, 1940; soldier, just drafted to join the war effort. He's not a fighter and is afraid of war; he doesn't think he will make it back. Brave (or foolhearty, depending on who you ask), sensitive, and loyal. He is a young romantic who dreamed of a great love and a family, but he is resigned to never having it.
Scott: UK, 2012; vlogger. His brand is similar to irl, based on that on vlog video he did a while back; openly gay. Cynical, sarcastic, and always teasing and poking fun. He is slow to love but loves deeply.
Scar and Grians story is seperate to Jimmy and Scotts. Flower husbands' is a lot sweeter and softer, while Scarian's is a story of Grian finding self acceptance through his love for Scar. They both end, however, in tragedy. Such is the nature of the game.
#angst abound#ill go find that post so you know what im talking about#i forgot about this au but oh my god#it is just#also i feel a little weird about setting it in a historical setting cause i mainly write fantasy#i dont want to be disrespectful to the actual people who lived through all that#but anyway#scarian#flower husbands#trafficshipping#life series#3rd life#3rd life smp#love for the ages#ribbit#concepts
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the truest batmans belong to the hearts and minds of 7 year olds on the playground. anything else is a pale imitation
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"lacey chainmail" HE KNOWS TOO MUCH
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why is it that every person who i’ve dated or had a crush on me wanted/wants children like leave me alonneeee
#don’t get me wrong i love children with all my heart i see my baby cousins#and nephews/neices as MY KIDS but i have 0 maternal instinct i can’t even properly comfort a child#when they cry like these are little guys and i cannot take care of a lil guy the way children need to be cared for paternally#i’ve been this way since i was a kid i’ve never wanted kids i never even wanted a younger sibling after my parents gave me ‘the talk’ like#can’t/won’t have kids and it’s always made me feel guilty#when people expressed wanting to have kids with me (which is a large reason i either broke up or#dismissed them like aaaaaargh#undescribed#text post#ribbit
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Made a new teeny tiny friend today 🐸💕
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Hi nov, just stopping by and letting you know that it makes me smile every time some of my art plops out of your queue :D I imagine it to be like one of those game machines where you have to smack wherever the thing comes up and that makes me giggle every time
Hope you're having a lovely day!
awwww blu 😿 thats so kind i really appreciate that >_< ive never thought about it that way before but thats really cute and im glad its a source of amusement for you ^_^ wahhh i hope youre having a good day too!
#blu.txt#ask.txt#welcome to the inbox! we now have a little garden and we built a little pond for all the frogs that live here ^^ feel free to sit on a benc#and watch the clouds while hearing the ribbits >_<
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the sun is out and I need to make out with someone
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Hey guys I found this weird lookin Ooblet in my game, has anybody else seen this thing in their copy?
#tud ooblets#ooblets#been really into making my sona different little creatures lately#it’s therapeutic and also gender affirming#my art#frogs#the frog goes ribbit#frogface
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i just learned that gillion is canonically asexual and i am going to cry <3
#my boy... my boy...#i will kill everyone in this room and then myself#i am collecting ace characters like little shinies from the sidewalk#ueueuehegehehe#gillion tidestrider#jrwi#ribbit#jrwi riptide
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Another snippet because why not! This might be the first story I started writing in the empires/hermitcraft sphere, and it's what got me into shipping lmao. Flower husbands will always have a place in my heart.
Anyways, this is from an au where 3rd life Jimmy wakes up in Empires s1 after he dies. It's the opening scene :)
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There is a familiar heat beating down on him. Desert heat.
It presses down on his head, his back, his shoulders. It would be unbearable if he weren’t so used to it. The air he breathes is so dry it catches in his throat, and the wind whips sand against his skin, stinging, and buries it in his feathers.
He supposes it is only right that he wakes up here, in a desert. He died in one after all.
(Secretly, he wishes he was somewhere else, where the warmth was a comfort and not danger, where water lapped gently at its shore and flowers swayed in the whispering wind.)
Jimmy opens his eyes and golden sand stretches endlessly in front of him, lapping dunes like a great ocean. The world sways and shimmies in the heat. He can’t see anything on the horizon, no pride rock, no dilapidated bunker. Not even the distant forests that edged the Red Desert. None of the familiar landmarks he is used to. This desert is much, much larger than the one he left.
But there's something deep in his chest, tugging him forward, and he can do nothing else but follow.
He wonders, as he wanders his way north, if he can die in the afterlife. He knows from experience that spending too long in the desert without supplies is a death sentence, but, strangely, he doesn’t really care. He feels a bit distant to his body, like it isn’t quite right or that he’s not fully inside of it.
Well, this is death, Jimmy reminds himself. This body probably isn’t even real.
So he ignores his growing fatigue, the way his throat scratches with every swallow. He keeps walking.
The sun is getting low in the sky when something finally appears on the horizon: a great towering mountain of brown stone. It looks out of place in the endless gold of the desert, but Jimmy’s just glad to see something new. The world has melted into a blur of swaying colors, and he’s not sure if what he’s seeing is even real, but either way, he continues to stumble towards it, his feet dragging and breathing labored.
The mountain continues to grow, taller and taller, until it blocks out most of the horizon. Inexplicably, Jimmy knows that's where the feeling in his chest is guiding him. Maybe it will take him home.
There's a town settled at the base of it. He sees it as he crests the final dune. Tightly clustered, modular buildings made of smoothly carved sandstone. It’s colorful though, not just tan and beige like Scar and Grian’s base was. There are lanterns strung across roads, bright banners hanging from windows, and merchant carts painted with all the colors imaginable. He can hear, distantly, a growing chatter and a snatch of song.
His thirst is back, so sharp it cuts through the fog in his mind. It brings all of its fellow aches with it. His cheeks and shoulders are burning, and his legs and arms and wings are so heavy they drag on the ground. When he takes a step, he stumbles and goes tumbling down the hill.
It’s hard to keep track of what happens after that. He comes to a stop at some point, but the world is still spinning. He tries to stand back up, to keep walking, but his body feels like it's made of wet clay, so heavy he can’t lift it. His ears are ringing, but he can hear voices yelling and it makes his weary heart sing a song of danger.
When hands land on him, he lashes out, though he is too weak to do more than lightly smack at the hands. Whoever is holding him pays him no mind, and they swiftly lift him up. The sudden rocking movement makes him nauseous, and his eyes roll back as his mind swims.
Things are quiet after that.
He comes back to himself much later. There’s something cold laying on his forehead, a dribble of something sweet and cool slipping past his lips. It washes through him like a dip in cold water, and he sighs his pleasure. A soft voice is muttering something far away, but he doesn’t care to understand what they are trying to say. He is so tired.
But he can’t just lay here. In his mind, he sees green eyes, crinkled at the corner. He sees a dimple at the corner of pink lips, and he sees a poppy nestled in soft blue hair. A sharp, stinging longing erupts in his chest, and he needs to get up, to walk.
He has to go home.
His eyes slip open, and it feels like the hardest thing he’s ever done. They sting. His whole body stings, actually, like his skin has been replaced with a blanket of hurt. He struggles to push himself up, gritting his teeth through the pain, but his arms are too weak to hold him up. When he tries again, a firm hand on his shoulder pushes him back down to the bed.
“No,” he rasps, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“You need to lay still,” the voice tells him. He doesn’t recognize it. “You’re in bad shape. You need to rest.”
“No,” he says again, shaking his head. The world is still swimming, a blur of shapes and colors he can’t make sense of. His stomach rolls with nausea. “I have to… go home.”
The unfamiliar voice shushes him and presses something to his lips. He lets the cool water wash down his throat, soothing the dry, burning ache. “We’ll get you home, traveller,” the voice soothes, “but right now, you are in no condition to be moving.”
“I have to be there,” he insists, breath hitching. “He’ll be waiting for me.”
“It will be alright,” the voice assures.
Jimmy wants to protest, wants to push away the gentle hands and leave. He wants to be there when Scott dies, wants to welcome him home, wrap him in his arms and never let go. It’s the least he can do.
But sleep is dragging at his eyes, long fingers wrapped around his shoulders. It’s hard to resist, especially when the voice starts to hum a soft song, soft hands smoothing over the damp rag on his forehead, knocked out of place from his attempts to sit up.
He doesn’t win the fight. Sleep takes him.
#i miss empires s1 yall#s2 was great but it didn't have the same vibe as s1#i looooooooved the world and i liked making up unique cultures for each empire and this was gonna be my excuse to have someone get a tour#with a bit of angst because i simply cannot write anything with out a little bit of pain#wip excerpt#my writing#ribbit#flower husbands
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a man having fire powers is so gay. what are you flaming for
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so so so into the bad boys. they're my favorite polycule
#their dynamic is just *chefs kiss*#i see them more as a qpr than romantic#they are best buds running around being obnoxious and also kissing a little bit#grian#smallishbeans#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#trafficshipping#but in a funny way#wtf is their ship name??#anyway#trafficblr#traffic smp#limited life#limlife#ribbit
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Taking inspiration from the last anon. You give cat vibes. Like cuddly little creature that purrs and tried to knock things off of shelves and counters, but isn’t fully cat, but still can pass as a normal house pet. Perhaps lil cat creature with wings. And comes back with little treasures.
I don’t know I have a vision that I just don’t know how to explain properly I hope some of it came across though 💜💜💜
WAUGH
#i am !!! a little beast !!!!!! this is all i want forever waaaaugh#niceys to me whadda heck#bonks my head against u like a kibby full of love !!!!! bonkbonkbonkbonkbonkbonk#loving u forever thank u 👉👈#asks#ask game#ribbit ribbit
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i literally want to cry i cannot sleep w *herrrrr
#*willow takes up my entire bed this is what’s evil bout little dogs theyll always take#up more space than needed like little girl…this is a twin 😭😭 it’s only meant for me !!!#ik i shldve cleaned her cage before bedtime but i was just not in the mood to deal w puke and shit covered blankets#bc she wanted to eat shit she’s not supposed to outside and give herself a stomach ache#i’m not gonna get any sleep before work and she won’t even let me sleep on the floor like#i’m willing to give up my bed for some space and she does not want it i love her but#this is insane i’m actually upset#do i spend an hour cleaning her cage to get an hour of sleep or just don’t sleep at all neither is a fun#option but i’m so tired and genuinely wanna cry#emetophobia#<- in tags#ribbit#text post
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