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goldengenprint · 2 years
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Evolve or repeat
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deinonychian · 1 year
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laurettelarue · 2 months
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doortotomorrow · 6 months
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SHIPS IN THE SPOTLIGHT : clexa edition a moment of calm
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egophiliac · 22 days
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@enderfore replied to your post “What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333”:
Chenya pic where???? I can barely see anything in that room there so much going on, rooks such a lil freak (affectionatr)
​he's under the row of flags on Neige's side of the room, next to the big Neige poster with the yellow background (look just to the right of the hand holding the apple)! he's REAL little; once you know he's there you can kind of see him in-game, but I only noticed him in the first place because I took a screenshot and was having fun zooming in on all the details!
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I think that's either Hop or Snick and Dominic on either side of Neige, but if the others are meant to be anyone in particular I don't recognize 'em. though I do love all the absolutely terrifying implications of Rook having this. was this some kind of officially-published merchandise (and if so, why) or did Rook like...go hunting through the RSA trash to find this random student lineup just because it included Neige, and has had it hanging proudly on the wall ever since. (I mean, he definitely did do this, I don't know why I'm asking. the real question is why he hasn't cut out little pictures of his own face and stuck them over everyone else's yet.)
there is seriously SO MUCH in this room. how did Rook manage to keep this hidden for three years. also, somebody give this background artist a raise immediately.
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smuby · 3 months
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doodle dump featuring @sporrkks’ goku design (hi sporks)
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yb-cringe · 10 months
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addendum to my whole alignment conversation; but I think the reason Foolish and Jaiden get along so well is BECAUSE they're both very Neutral or True Neutral aligned.
Long time qJaiden viewers remember that jaiden was like. REALLY okay with anything qroier or bobby would do. Roier tells her that he's got a basement to kill and torture people and she's fine with it! He's got a plot for vengence? Cool! Bobby just killed a villager? That's so funny! (Hell even roier was put off by that one)
She doesn't Care, it's inconsequential not in a purposeful or malicious way but because it literally just does not affect her or cross her mind. Why? because it's not hurting anyone she loves.
which is why we'll see her not bat an eye at things like Roier trying to kill people or cellbit's rancid reputation or foolish arresting tazercraft BUT when cellbit hurts roier's feelings at Festa Junina, she's extremely up in arms and eager to threaten him not once but TWICE and also just as willing to let it go as long as ROIER says it's okay.
if it doesn't bother jaiden's little family or the kids, she could care Less about what someone's done/about to do. She HAS strong morals (something Cellbit has noted before) but they're skewered to things that would affect her or her loved ones.
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attractthecrows · 2 months
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let it also be said that I love the Mahariel + Lavellan worldstate. It's so haunted. You are Dalish, you are not a part of human culture, but by happenstance you're dragged into it and to the forefront of hell to save a world that hates and fears your people. You have no choice. You can never return to your home, to the familiar, to anything you've ever known. You will be an echo; Mahariel echoing Garahel, Lavellan echoing Mahariel. You're so proud of your Dalish heritage, but your identity doesn't matter at all. Doomed to be a martyr for a people that do not respect you and cannot understand you, while your clan mourns, lamenting that they cannot bury you, no life-tree to stand as your memory. You're a hero. You're already dead. You died the moment you left your clan.
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idonthaveacontract · 4 months
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Janie Bryant on Instagram
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goldengenprint · 2 years
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tigirl-and-co · 1 year
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How Finite is Love?
This is a short little piece set in @shirecorn‘s super cool mlp AU! This is just a first pass at it, I’ll definitely refine it if I post it to a fic site. I just HAD to get this out though, the au hits all my sweet spots!
Shining Armor considers the ponies he loves, and how a mortal pony can love goddesses.
Shining Armor held no resentment towards his two favourite mares. It wasn't their fault. They had no choice. Shining wasn't certain he believed in destiny, but whatever happened to his wife and baby sister sure was close.
First it was his wife, and that he could handle. She was an adult. They had fallen in love in highschool, they had grown together, Shining knew how strong Cadance was. If anypony deserved ascension, it was her.
If anypony could weather this, it was them.
He loved his wife with every bone in his body, every fiber of his being, every ounce of magic he could channel. And he knew she felt the same. If she didn't... this never would have happened.
Can love be a curse? Can loving somepony too much damn your soul? Can it save it?
About a month after Cadance gained her horn, Shining Armor decided dwelling on these questions wasn't helpful, and the answers didn't matter. He loved Cadance, and Cadance loved him. He couldn't change the past, wasn't sure if he even would -- but he was dead set on building a happy future.
At least as happy as he could give her. He couldn't guarantee that the love his mortal body held would last into her infinity, but he was determined to try.
He hoped it wouldn't destroy her to leave him behind, when the time came.
He loved her too much for that.
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He had celebrated when The Sun took notice of Twilight.
The young stallion was oblivious to the looks of quiet worry on his parents' faces, the body language that said they were resigned to a cautious optimism. How could the attention of the source of Equestrian life bring anything but fortune?
He wasn't yet old enough to have heard the whispers. The old fables weren't circulated in school for fear of divine retribution, and Shining Armor was not as studious as his sibling.
Now?
Had he the power, he would have torn The Sun from the sky.
His baby sister, the sweetest and most sensitive mare he had ever known, damned to an eternity of watching her friends die.
She was a child (she was older than Cadance had been) she needed protection (she had brought down false gods) she wasn't ready (The Sun had learned from its mistakes, this new goddess was more than prepared).
She needed him.
Didn't she?
(She did, once.)
He was proud of her, of course. And if he had been watching for the signs, he wouldn't have been surprised.
Twilight Sparkle had always had an innate love for those around her. Before she had locked herself away in that tower amongst the tomes, she had been a kind filly. And even then, she had never quite managed to harden her heart.
She was still openly affectionate with him, with Cadance, with Twilight Velvet and Night Light. She shared her knowledge with them because it was how she said 'I love you.'
Leave it to a goddess to exploit that trait.
When Shining managed to find time to talk with his Twily after she had earned her wings, she had said her job as goddess was 'to spread the knowledge of friendship' and to teach others what friendship truly meant. She sounded excited, happy. She had found a purpose for her research.
Shining Armor wasn't sure if his baby sister hadn't yet considered the consequences of eternal life, or if it simply didn't bother her. He didn't ask.
He realized that while she was still his Twily, and would be until the day he died, she was more. She was Ponyville's friend. She was Celestia's Twilight Sparkle.
She was Equestria's new goddess.
He renewed his vow to remain her BBBFF forever, to keep her safe from turmoil and danger.
He swallowed down his anger and despair that night, in favour of his inevitable role as protector. He had his cutie mark, and he knew what it meant.
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Shining Armor loved the mares in his life, and he would go to the ends of Equestria to keep them safe and happy, whether they needed him or not.
He was glad, at least, that they would have each other.
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covered-up-bondage · 8 months
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flershnork · 8 months
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I really appreciate how the Xenoblade community looked at the XC2 party photo in XC3 and decided that this is not Rex's harem, this is absolutely a polycule.
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ladykissingfish · 2 months
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*Sasori sitting on Deidara’s bed and reading while Deidara lays on his stomach, facing the opposite direction, painting his nails*
Sasori: Deidara. Must you have your feet in my lap like that? Your fidgeting makes it very difficult for me to read.
Deidara: It’s MY bed, Danna. I can put my feet where I want, hm. You don’t like it, you can always leave.
Sasori: Right; and endure your endless complaints about how I never spend any time with you? Nice try, brat.
Deidara: Oi, speaking of my feet though … *sits up and holds out the bottle of nail polish* Can you do my toes for me?
Sasori: *sighs and takes the bottle* Yes, dear.
*Deidara blows on his fingernails to dry them as Sasori paints his toes*
Sasori: You know, I don’t know if I mentioned this yet, but, you look very nice tonight. Are these pajamas new?
Deidara, blushing: Y-yeah …
Sasori: Well, blue silk looks lovely on you. Matches those enchanting eyes of yours.
Deidara, lowering his head so that his hair hides his red face: You flirting with me, old man?
Sasori: *carefully caps the bottle of nail polish sets it on the nightstand before answering* I’m trying to, yes. Apologies for not being very good at it.
Deidara: Not good? You’re great, Sasori. I like your quiet way of saying stuff. Better than the way some of the others in this place would tell me things.
Sasori: What do you mean?
Deidara: Well, like —
Hidan, through the wall: I’d ask him if he had a sunburn or is he just really fucking hot!
Itachi: I’d ask him since when does God let his angels out of heaven?
Tobi, in Obito voice: I’D tell him that I’m no weatherman, but I predict he’s going to get a couple of inches tonight.
Deidara, to Sasori: So yeah. Subtlety speaks volumes, hm.
Sasori: 
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fem0ral-artery · 4 months
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I can't stop drinking Crude Oil
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kobadit · 10 months
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The Triumvirate
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