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reneelovesrundgren · 5 months
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mugwot · 4 months
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funnyjokespunperson
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finleycannotdraw · 5 months
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Addition to the No Place Like Home universe!
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Look at what love did / changed, somehow
Bowerbird by molly ofgeography is basically the anthem of this AU, guys. Should I make a playlist? I’m going to make a playlist.
Realized halfway through drawing this that I’ve been drawing Sean incorrectly but honestly? whatever. He can have scruffy hair as a treat. I’m not going to spend more time on the lighting or color corrections of this because I’m on vacation✨
in other news, I’m STILL GOING UTTERLY INSANE ABOUT THESE GUYS,,, and I wanted something soft,,, (I don’t know how old Sean and Kevin are, or if they’d share a room, or if they’d still ask someone to check for monsters, but please suspend whatever disbelief and/or expectations you might have, because I am here with fluff)
love to everyone following this comic!!! y’all are the best. <3
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apollomes-supremacy · 5 months
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Love twins 💌
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thronealigned · 1 month
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gotta love elder scrolls reddit
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spyderschaos · 1 year
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These people don’t know about continents!!!
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useless-catalanfacts · 5 months
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View of the Pedraforca mountain, one of the most iconic mountains in Catalonia.
There are many legends about this mountain, which has traditionally been considered magic in Catalan culture. One of the most famous legends is the one that explains its iconic shape, with the split down the middle:
It's said that witches meet on the top of Pedraforca mountain every year on the night of Saint Sylvester (December 31st) to dance and jump over the thorny broom flowers on top. One time, the witches were arguing, divided in two groups that fought each other. They were being so loud that they were even making the earth tremble. The inhabitants of Saldes (the town right under the Pedraforca mountain) got very scared and they prayed and prayed to Saint Michael, until he came down from Heaven and hit the mountaintop with his sword, so strongly that he broke it in two pieces, leaving each group of arguing witches on a side of the mountain, the other too inaccessible to continue fighting them. The scree at the bottom of Pedraforca is said to be the broken pieces of mountain that resulted from Saint Michael's hit.
Photo from Camping Pedraforca.
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fettuccin-e · 10 months
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Hi! Congratulations on your 3k followers!!!
Can I request ❝  don’t be nervous,  i’ll guide you through it.  ❞ with Poe?
Ty!
hello!! first poe request AHHHHHHH (if you want a secret nonnie i actually have a 10k poe fic sitting in my wips wahhh) HOWEVER this will be the first poe content i've ever published!!! so thank you!!! i hope you like the little blurb :)
Tags: Poe Dameron x Reader, afab!fem!reader, phone sex (holovid sex?? same diff), mutual masturbation, fem!petnames, dirty talk lol who do you think i am (w/c: 897)
Find the prompts for the 3K Celebration here!
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You sit across the bed, holovid propped up across from you, Poe projected from it. He’s been gone on a mission for so long, too fucking long, and you know that the desperation you feel for him is painfully mutual.
Of course, taking your clothes off for your boyfriend in person is far less intimidating than stripping for him in the emptiness of your bedroom as he watches from lightyears away.
You can’t help how you close your legs from his view as you sit across from him, still in your sleep shirt, and fiddle with your hands. Somehow, he seems to be opposite to you in nearly every way, wonderfully bare-chested, in his pajama bottoms and radiating pure confidence. He’s ethereal.
“Don’t be nervous, baby, I’ll guide you through it,” he croons, and fuck, his voice through your earpiece makes it seem like he’s right up against your ear. You shiver, visibly, and you watch a smug grin spread across his face. 
He already knows your answer, but you whisper out a faint, “Okay,” anyway.
“Alright sweetheart, spread those legs for me, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod, just barely, before you spread yourself for him. He’s seen you naked before, he’s done much more than just see you, but this? This feels vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. It feels raw, the way Poe just stares at your slick cunt through the monitor, unabashed and hungry.
“Good girl, honey,” he says, and Maker, your pussy weeps at those words. You are good, you’re always good for him. “Go ahead and rub that perfect clit for me.” Your hand moves, faster than you meant it to, before Poe is murmuring, “Slow, baby, slow. Just like I do, right?” And it’s true. You bring your hand down to your aching clit, tracing over it slow, too fucking slow, just like your bastard of a lover always does.
You gasp. “Poe, it’s- I’m so wet,” you whine, almost shocked at how slick and achy your pussy is. Poe isn’t even here, and yet, your cunt gushes at the sight of him through the holovid, his voice crooning in your ear.
“Maker, I know, baby, I know. Look at you-” he groans as he pulls out his cock from his pajama pants, gripping the shaft in his strong hand. It should be you, that should be your hand. “Look so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” he murmurs, “one finger baby, go ahead and put one in.”
You nod, wordless and desperate, as you sink your middle finger inside yourself, pressing your thumb to your clit. You’re so empty, cold without his weight on your back, his thick fingers filling you up, his cock breaking you apart. “Need- need more,” you whine, high in the back of your throat, “please, Poe, ‘s not- it’s not enough.”
“Hey,” he coos, “‘s alright, honey. I’m gonna take care of you,” you watch, through lidded eyes, as he tugs on his cock, eyes trained on where your finger plunges relentlessly into your cunt. “Add another, baby,” he whispers, and you don’t waste any time doing just that.
Two quickly turns into three, your desperation for each other, the long nights spent apart, running your patience painfully thin. The tip of Poe’s cock is shiny and slick, and his chest heaves with every pass of his hand. Beautiful, he’s so fucking beautiful like this.
“Can’t wait to get home to you,” he groans, enthralled as you hump your hips into your hand, fucking yourself as deep as you can with just your three fingers. “Gonna- gonna keep you in bed for days, stars, baby, I’m going to fuck that beautiful pussy so fucking hard, the whole base will hear it.”
You hiccup as you moan, your body flushing with a heat that is both embarrassed and painfully aroused. Your cunt clenches around your furious fingers as you jackhammer them in and out of your heaving body, hanging onto every word that slips out of Poe’s mouth. “Poe- I can’t- I can’t, stars, I want to cum, please, please let me cum.”
Poe bulldozes on, pulling his hand back to spit on it, all lewd and primal, before furiously jerking his cock again. He’s so much rougher with himself than you are with him, rushing himself to the end so that he can tumble over the precipice with you.
“Maker, baby, so fucking- so fucking gorgeous, can’t wait to eat that pretty cunt, wanna taste you so bad right now, sweet girl.” He groans through gritted teeth, but he doesn’t tear his eyes from you, not for a moment. “Use that other hand, pretty girl, and rub your clit. Hard.”
You let your free hand fall to your clit, working yourself over as you keep fucking your fingers in and out. “Fuck-” you nearly scream with it, “‘m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-”
“Cum, sweetheart,” he grits, and you sob as you clench around your fingers, rubbing hard circles into your clit with your other hand, as you watch Poe splatter cum over his hand through the holo. It’s intoxicating to watch, the way his eyes clench shut, his mouth gapes open. 
Your mind whirls with ideas of how you can get him to look like that again and again. As soon as he gets home to you.
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leotheponderer · 2 months
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Original world (long) lore dump!
My first visualisation of the place where souls go after death, before they are ready to be brought into the underworld by the Boatman inspired by the Greek myth of Charon. Most souls who came before the Psychopomp's (inspired by Thanatos) revival have taken residence and formed a community of sorts who stays and helps the regretful souls who wander along the Liminal Pathways move on.
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The Liminal Paths where souls wander through. Those who are troubled by unresolved issues easily get lost in the infinitely winding path, while the residents who have long since come to terms with their circumstances will take a leisurely stroll around the paths, never getting lost as their minds stay clear. Sometimes residents will meet lost souls trapped in the paths and help guide them through their obstacles.
These are inspired by liminal spaces, which are places where one is not supposed to stay at for too long like shopping malls, corridors, staircases, swimming pools, etc. Since this is the Border where souls await the boatman to take them into the underworld, I thought it would be fitting to represent that through liminal spaces as most souls are not meant to reside there, but to move on to their next destination.
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Boats of Leisure and a Raft, perfect for souls to go sightseeing. Boat tours are great as they allow a clear view of the ever-shifting Planes of Liminality and the never ending Paths, allowing the viewers to never truly become bored of its sights. Soft yellow flowers seem to follow these water vehicles, but also be generated by the water ripples, creating a magical trail of flowers. More flowers bloom when the Boatman is near, due to his abilities relating to life.
A Giant Blue Dragon swims in these waters. Fear not, it is friendly and loves the flowers.
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The Performers are people who go to the Border to entertain the souls there. They can come from both the Outside and Underworld, they are usually brought in by the Boatman or Psychopomp through an exchange program created by the World. Performances can be anything which is visual (magic, dance, song, etc.) or can entertain such as comedy skits or plays (souls can express emotion, and if they laugh, you'll know).
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The Keeper is one who cares for all things living in the Border. They are easily recognised by their flaming robes and calming energy as they attend to their tasks of feeding the fishes, keeping the water temperature suitable for the Blue Dragon, checking up on their friend under the land, among other things. They can use his fishing rod to move the water around, creating flowers for the creatures to feed on. They have quite the sense of humour once you get to know them. Ask about their story and maybe you'll know some trivia about the World's history.
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The World is here to greet some old friends of theirs. Seems like some older friends may be due for a visit soon.
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The Psychopomp (the grey one with wings) is bringing souls over to the Boatman for transport into the Underworld. The Boatman (the blue one with swirls) brings life wherever he goes, and has a title corresponding with that aspect. The boats can phase through solid things and move through the water without much resistance.
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wargodtalk · 2 months
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Working on a role reversal Trojan War thing and am researching Helen with a vengeance because I want to ensure that she stays as complex—to the best of my ability—as she always has been
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heteromerous-rhyming · 4 months
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was it just me, or were the tree people in asphodel. very white. idk if i'm being too sensitive to things like this but like. they. are very white. (honestly i think that they might have needed to be white to show up with the terrible dark lighting. it's not a good enough reason. they feel like discount fae)
and that's not even getting into the fact that bc asphodel is like this, it changes a decent chunk of hazel's backstory? like ok, i get that they don't have the luxury to think that far ahead right now, but this is. a part of the worldbuilding. you didn't need to change. i liked asphodel as a place of wander, as a place of flatness and aimlessness, and a lot of that is gone if you make it about regrets. hazel is wandering not because she had regrets but because her betrayal was balanced out by her sacrifice.
the regrets in asphodel feel. weighty. it feels claustrophobic. it feels a little bit like the fields of punishment. (which on that note, why aren't they fields? fields - or meadows thanks wikipedia - would have made more sense, would have been able to convey the vastness of the underworld better) I kind of hate it. asphodel isn't supposed to be frightening, and if it is, it would only be in that existential crisis type of way. this is supposed to be limbo. (wikipedia goes "The Asphodel Meadows is most probably where the souls of people who lived mediocre lives remain" without a citation LMAO) it's the embodiment of eh.
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gotstabbedbyapen · 8 months
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mtolympusmemes · 1 year
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Hera: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Aphrodite: It's not a joke. Aphrodite: * sniffles * Aphrodite: I'm a legit snack.
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sisididis · 4 months
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Let me tell you, the post-House of Hades heartbreak is like no other.
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nikoisme · 3 months
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@myblacknightworld
So! As with literally everything in slavic mythology, their myth also has a bunch of different versions and a lot of things are unknown. This is just the myth i learned about, so please keep in mind that details may vary!
Jarilo is the god of fertility, springtime, vegetation, all that jazz. Morana is the goddess of winter, death, rebirth and probably some other things. Both of them are the children of the god Perun (god of thunder, lighting, war, sky.. most likely the supreme god of the pantheon). On the night of his birth, Jarilo was taken by Veles, god of the underworld, livestock, wild animals, pastures... (important detail: Veles was Perun's enemy) and he raised him as his own in the underworld. When Jarilo grew up, he went back the the world above, and his return was followed by spring and vegetation growth. Soon, Morana and Jarilo fell in love, and their marriage brought bountiful harvest and fertility to the earth,, even peace between Veles and Perun. However, Jarilo was unfaithful to Morana, so she (or Perun, or their brothers) kills him. Without him, she grows into a terrifying, old and worn goddess of winter, frost, death - and she eventually dies at the end of the year. But, Jarilo's life is tied to the cycle of vegetation, he is reborn each year and brings spring back with him. And so the myth repeats itself over and over again.
Technically, they wouldn't change much because they keep being reborn - but maybe all that killing and coming back to life takes a toll on you, who knows.
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thaliasthunder · 2 years
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*touches random bunch of dirt in pelion greece, kisses it and brings it to her heart* young achilles & patroclus were free and in love here
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