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weky-woof · 6 months
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Autumn on PNF-404 brings the cold with it and the Pikmin spend more time inside their leader's strange onions... Louie shares meals with them on the occasion!
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vsemily · 11 months
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What followed you home
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dappersautismcreature · 6 months
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gonna be honest, still a little annoyed if cellbit continues to think everything is blue's fault like.
the red teams victim complex IS pure rp but its annoyingggggg, least fav type of like, character conflict.
like blue TRIED ok, they tried their best, bad cares about forever and bagi and etoiles SO MUCH dude. this wasnt him bloodthisty, this wasnt him happy. this was one of the hardest choices he had to make.
i still think people misinterpret qbad as one dimensional evil. hes fuckin not. here, ill say it, bad is probably the most spread thin with love for ALL the eggs. literally some of his most loved companions. he is just one guy, one demon.
maybe he made mistakes but he was NEVER out to kill roier, or to get revenge on red or green today.
it was just a hard choice
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tallsc · 1 year
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Cold Thoughts Ch 13 (Finale)
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Well, here we are! The finale of Cold Thoughts. Yeah it's very long, but I didn't wanna split this up into more chapters, that seemed wrong.
I am planning on doing a description segment soon on what the void is in more detail, how ghosts work, and what the effects of Cold Thoughts is on the rest of the Aftermath AU. But that won't really be in comic form or be much of a story, so this is the end of this comic. I'll link that here when it's done.
Edit: Explanation completed
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anghraine · 1 year
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I understand why people often say things along the lines of "academic folk who admire Tolkien do so for his ideas/themes and work with setting and ambition, not for the style or quality of his prose." But also ... lmao, speak for yourself. LOTR would be 1000x poorer without Tolkien's personal prose style as well as the (frequently complex) interplay between the language and style of epic poetry and emphatically novelistic prose.
I think Tolkien is (at least in English) a better prose writer than a poet, but his prose is also very poetic when it's not deliberately anti-poetic. A lot of the language just seems very beautiful and effective to me in a way that doesn't diminish verisimilitude or immersion or the ultimate purpose of the novel, and IMO that's something very few people are good at.
He's not alone in it by any means. But there's a committed, unembarrassed richness to his default style that I just don't encounter that often in English of that kind, and which I think is very impressive. It doesn't always work, but I think it usually does, and both can illuminate character in really intriguing ways (take a look at which characters can shift between these registers and which mostly don't or can't—it's interesting!) and can just linger with you as powerful, effective language.
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catboyattorney · 8 months
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achievement unlocked: responsible for fandom discourse (i wrote the IP theyre arguing about)
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a-driftamongopenstars · 9 months
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words with(out) meaning; astarion x oc
slowly making it through bg3, just had the first night between Astarion and my oc Gleam and i am asdfgh ough. OUGH. this is everything!! also on ao3
The sound of song and lute and dance withers as the night moves on. Conversations soften and disappear, too, and it is then that Gleam finds a quiet way into the nearby grove, knowing Astarion awaits him there.
They did not imagine their night would end this way, and yet they cannot help but savour the success of it, savour Astarion's kisses on their lips, his eyelashes fluttering as Gleam's fingers draw down his chest. 
“I am glad you made good on your promise. Trust me, my love, you shall not regret a bit of it.”
Sharp tangy wine courses through their veins, burning the tip of their tongue, coating their vision with a gentle hazy reprieve. Astarion’s words slyly make it into their mind, his flirtations beguile them. Lust is pulling, tugging at them inside, burning up, and they want to be the ashes of the aftermath, but not too soon nor too quickly. 
"Pleasure. Our ecstasy." 
The words like a catalyst, their bodies together, Gleam’s hands exploring the newly offered confidence of Astarion's body. The lean muscle, the scarred back, the curve of a neck, all that is below, offered willingly. 
Even in the haze of a deep night, against the moonlight, Astarion looks celestial, yet no creature could be further from that. His eyes are wanton, his mouth is wanting, his weight atop Gleam is promising, and they move their neck in an offering, waiting impatiently for that familiar break of skin and draw of blood. 
Astarion's eyes search their face, and something brings pause to their delight. 
"Why do you look at me so, my dear?" 
"How so?" they smile, brushing knuckles against Astarion’s face.
"Like you wish to see no one else but me. Which, by the by, is not at all unwelcome, but it is a little surprising." 
Gleam laughs, drawing their sharp claws down Astarion's thigh, causing him to rut and shiver for a bare moment. 
"Maybe that's exactly it. Don't care to see anyone else right now." 
Astarion's eyes flicker, his smile withers but for a second. 
"I would certainly hope so, seeing as I have us both in a rather precarious position, quite literally." 
Gleam smiles and reaches out to pluck a dry leaf from Astarion's hair, stealing another touch against his cheek. 
Why does it feel so much more sacred and vulnerable than having his entire body? 
Hesitation, questions fill Astarion's eyes. His brows furrow, yet he does not flinch away. Gleam brings him down on themselves, kissing Astarion, sweet and deep. 
And then they are together. Unrestrained, giving and taking. The grove protects the sounds they intend for each other, the rustle of leaves softens them as they move. Gleam’s eyes close when his neck is fed upon, a sensation that always leaves them wanting more, and more they receive.
Astarion, lost in that very ecstasy he has been craving for, his mouth still reddened by sweet blood, moves to find release. He looks feral, but for someone so unrestrained, his eyes are distant and Gleam cannot help but notice that Astarion is very aware in his love making, too. 
It makes them wonder how many layers they must peel away before Astarion willingly opens his heart to them, heart and soul. And even now it spills through his movements, the real one, that which craves intimacy and love and all of it without taking something in return.
Gleam draws him closer, both arms locking Astarion in their embrace. Encouraging, soothing, whispering in his ear all the sweet nonsense that they feel in their heart, but are too scared to make it real, lest the creature in their arms runs away. 
And ecstasy locks them together entirely, forehead against forehead, Gleam's hand holding Astarion's nape and soothing him. Loving him, as terrified as they might be to admit those words. 
"My love…" Astarion moans, fingers curling into their hair. 
My love, Gleam thinks back, ready to give these words a meaning beyond pleasure. Astarion needs only take it. 
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jennycalendar · 1 year
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Do you think calendiles would feel insecure about their age gap?
if it's jenny: absolutely not. at all. jenny has never felt insecure about anything in her life, ever, and she's fine about this. not once has she looked at any woman closer to rupert's age and constructed an elaborate scenario where he realizes she's a midlife crisis moment and leaves her to date someone who is much more comfortable with the idea of settling down. she is fine she's great :) (um. probably do not ask her that question it will Start Something but she's doing her best! and she gets better at it with time.)
if it's giles: WILDLY dependent on the situation, where he is, who he's with! i think he would have brief moments of insecurity around jenny's friends and technopagan colleagues, but overall he surrendered control of this relationship to jenny at the beginning & he already lowkey feels like she's going to leave him when she figures out he's not her type, so the "too old for her" thing sorta just gets shuffled in with the "too boring for her" and the "too watcher-y for her" and the "she's in mortal peril all the time when she's with me." he has a lot of things to worry about.
worth noting though that neither of them give a single solitary fuck re: how they or their age difference is perceived by other people. could not possibly care less. giles sorts the world into People He Knows and People He Doesn't Know, and if you're in the second category your opinion does not mean shit. jenny will stab anyone who disagrees with her OR thinks that she could do better than her perfect angel princess librarian.
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florenceisfalling · 9 months
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and ofc one for the iconic @familyof6art :3
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snaplight-anxiety · 1 year
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not that im obsessed with this scene or anything haha.aha..ha.
(alternate backgrounds under the cut bc i cannot make decisions!!)
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x-authorship-x · 1 year
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!!!! Obi and Shisui 👀 assassin brothers
OMG SHISUI WOULD LOVE RYUU
And Shirayuki Mom-ing on him so hard
I cannot tell you how many times I've pictured this, the main issue being that when I read AnS fics I'm 100% there for Obiyuki to kiss and marry lmaoooo but this is such a cute idea! Omg wait
Obi was alone for a long time, right? What if blind (chakra-less? Idk) shisui helped him in a rough patch and then basically adopted him as his baby bro? Obi is different enough from both Itachi and Sasuke not to trigger Shisui or come across as a replacement...
Omg and then Obi takes the job to scare Shirayuki away and comes back like 👁️👄👁️ um so i uh have a fucking job now and i might love the target
And shisui is like LOL BRB GRABBING MY BAG I WANNA SEE THIS
Omg no this has such potential, majority world building and fluff wise (I wish we got more cultural identity/differences between Tanbarun Shirayuki and the rest of the Clarines cast)
Oh no my heart 🥺✨
Edit: if this is ObiYuki, what if Zen gets a big ol' crush on Obi's hot older brother omg noooooo 👀👀👀
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vsemily · 9 months
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we are SO back
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eggbagelz · 1 year
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Wretched puppet i made for an art project when i was 15
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catella-ars · 1 year
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The long-awaited sequel to https://catella-ars.tumblr.com/post/653644406544629760/ama-ask-madrugad-anything-madrugad-is-a
Script here https://catella-ars.tumblr.com/post/703912887238934528/seated-comfortably-alright-then-ask-your
NO PITCH-SHIFT WE DIE LIKE MEN
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boyfeminism · 2 years
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okay also bread earrings for work (:
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villainesses · 2 years
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new memories
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