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#im SO predictable lol
mercuryislove · 1 year
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I had a horse girl moment over the weekend
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but-how-do-you-drive · 9 months
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all it takes is one brisk day and the lighting of a vanilla / cinnamon candle and im a goner for autumn 🍂
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jel-jel-jel · 9 months
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So no Marina?!?!
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hejee · 7 months
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something about love being the death of duty
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muzzleroars · 1 year
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crystal king
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sprucewoodmpreg · 6 months
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feel free to speculate/explain your vote in the tags ^_^
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kinstein-art · 9 months
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my friend finally managed to get me into one piece and now these stupid pirates wont leave my brain
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napping-sapphic · 6 months
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Maybe i am just a little preoccupied by the idea of running my fingers through a girl’s hair or cradling her head when we hug or pressing our foreheads together or or or—
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art--harridan · 8 months
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[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Nope. It depicts OJ Haywood standing next to Lucky. OJ turns away from the horse, eyes turned downwards. He's in the clothes from his brief time on the movie set. His cap casts the front of his face in partial shadow. His face is void of expression. Two horses being ridden float above the pair. They're drawn stills from Eadweard Muybridge's short film "The Horse in Motion". These drawings have dark brown lineart and are coloured orange. The background is a bright green, with orange flowers littered around it. It resembles a green screen, though it has a gritty texture to it. It also leaves a gap around the drawings. The drawings have a faded, unaligned copy of them behind them, which also gets the gap. The orange peaks through here too.]
Inktober - Day 18 (Saddle)
Film - Nope (Jordan Peele, 2022)
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51ft · 8 months
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doodled one of my tavs purely from memory the other day so they definitely look nothing like this but it is kinda fun to just insert my oc into the game
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coconoct · 4 months
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WHB Spreadsheet
hello !!! i made a spreadsheet containing a bunch of calculations that give a general idea of like lvling chars and their skills as well as how much currency/materials we get per day/week/month !!
info includes but not limited to:
daily income
weekly income
monthly income
tears income
pies income
char lvl breakdown
skill lvl breakdown
build recommendations for all l, s, and a+ ranks
bonus: mammon unholy board info (since i only focus on maxing mammon's unholy board, this could moreso be some sort of point of reference for what the other future kings' boards are like)
more stuff can definitely be added if suggested/asked but that's what's in the spreadsheet as of making this post
hope this was helpful in some way and enjoy :3
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good-beanswrites · 3 months
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I’m thinking about the angst of the restraints headcanon again. There’s the two with the least physically violent crimes, and they rank relatively low in strength. There’s the child who was violent but had to be really crafty about it; she’s the weakest of all of them. And the most dangerous of the guilty prisoners cannot be restrained.
This makes me so emotional!!! All three are the smallest of their circles. Two of them are extremely ordinary people who have never experienced/expressed physical violence before. One hadn't even fathomed the idea of someone dying until they actually did. And yet, they're subjected to the type of restraints you'd expect to see on someone who is uncontrollably violent. The fact that prisoners who committed very gruesome murders can walk free (including Mikoto) just adds insult to injury. I still couldn't everything into words, but here's a Mahiru-centric drabble featuring the same thoughts. It takes place after T1 closes but before the attacks.
“Where are our rights?”
Fuuta’s shout caused Mahiru to wince. She perched on her bedding, watching the two prisoners she’d invited to her cell. It hadn’t been the fun kind of invitation, though. Back in school, she always wanted to have parties and dates back at her place. Moving to the city, she imagined what it would be like to make university friends and take them back home with her to talk, eat, and have fun. 
Sitting in her dim gray cell with Fuuta and Amane, all of them held fast by complex sets of restraints, was not what she’d had in mind.
Amane knelt in the corner. Her arms were crossed, as if pouting, though the opposite was true. A moment ago her eyes had lowered in prayer, but it was difficult to find any peace of mind now. Fuuta snapped and shouted as he paced the length of the cell bars. They were unlocked, but like the others, he didn’t feel like being out in front of everyone. He’d give his uniform a violent jerk every now and then, but it didn’t do any good. Between his strides and growls, he made Mahiru think of those poor wild animals they keep at the circus.
“Take it easy, Fuuta.” She mustered up a smile. “Come rest with us.”
“I can’t believe you two. You’re just gonna sit here and take it? I didn’t do a fucking thing! They’re acting like I’m some big danger to society,” he yanked his arms again, to no avail. “All I did was type some things onto a screen. I’m not gonna go around stabbing anyone or anything. And you, you didn’t hurt anyone either!”
He nodded his head to Mahiru. If her arms weren’t already folded over her chest, she would have hugged herself anyway. 
“Well… I did hurt him in the end… I broke his heart badly enough that… I mean, he…”
Fuuta made a disgusted sound. “That’s all stupid romance stuff. I’m saying, you never stabbed him. Never strangled him. Never poisoned his food, or –”
“Oh god, no! How horrible…”
“Exactly! From what we’ve heard, it sounds like Haruka killed someone with his bare hands. I think Muu had a knife or something. Shidou had a whole arsenal of grisly doctor tools. Kotoko has openly talked about how she beat that guy to death. Why are they allowed to walk free while we’re tied down like wild animals?”
Mahiru was glad she hadn’t mentioned the circus.
“And Amane! It’s not like she did anything violent, and here she is!”
“That is not true.”
Both paused as Amane spoke up for the first time. 
“Eh?”
“While I disagree with my verdict, the restraints make sense.” The others still stared blankly. As matter-of-fact as always, she continued. “I killed with my own hands. I used the amount of force I was instructed to. Just as the sinner fears the wrath of heaven, I can understand how the godless warden would fear my justice.”
Fuuta’s passion wavered, but Mahiru could feel her heart ache for the girl. “Oh Amane… I had no idea. To be pushed to the point of violence at your age…”
“I am not to be pitied. As I said, I am dangerous, and proud to be. I am doing god’s work. All heroes must be dangerous.”
Fuuta grunted, but said nothing. Mahiru gave her a gentle smile. “It’s not pity. Even if you were dangerous, it’s horrible to restrain someone like you. You’ve already had to brave so much, as the smallest of the bunch.”
She looked between the two. A sad laugh escaped her. “Now that I think of it, I guess we’re all the smallest here, hm? Aside from maybe Muu, we don’t have much height or strength on the others…”
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Fuuta cried. “The fuck do they think we’re going to do?” Mahiru was just glad he’d focused on that rather than the fact she’d just called him weak. 
Voices raised in conversation down the hallway. Mikoto’s laugh echoed faintly into the cell.  
It warmed Mahiru to hear. Things had been so hard on him here. Though it had been frightening to hear him shouting at the restraints til his voice was raw – well, it wasn’t him shouting – it had been a relief when he appeared free and relaxed the following day. He seemed sheepish that he wasn’t able to help the others, having no memory of his escape. Mahiru just kept telling him how happy she was for him.
Fuuta didn’t share in the sentiment. “Meanwhile, Mikoto gets to stroll around free, and he beat the shit out of Es! He could snap and kill any one of us here, and they don’t even give a damn. But ooohhh, god forbid the guy who’s never been violent a day in his life is allowed to use his own two hands!”
The harshness of his voice wasn’t doing his argument many favors. Still, his words were beginning to get through to Mahiru. 
She’d worked so hard to be a model citizen. She was supposed to have a perfect life. She could cook, clean, sew, and take care of children. She did herself up every day; she was never a slob or a slut. She was generous to everyone she met. She showered the world around her in love. Wasn’t it unfair that her hands were tied like some common criminal? What was all that effort for – being patient when people upset her, being kind even when she disagreed with someone, all of that – if she was going to end up in the same place as someone who had stabbed another out of sheer malice?
Amane didn’t seem to be whirling with the same doubts. She closed her eyes once more. “It is simply a trial from heaven. We may be small, but all of us have an internal strength that will carry us through the ordeal.”
“I don’t think it’s any sort of religious thing, but you’re right,” Fuuta puffed his chest out. “Trials like this only make people stronger!” 
“Do you think so?” Mahiru wasn’t sure if she was asking either of them or just musing to herself. It was a nice thought. This was all part of destiny, something meant to be that would make her stronger in the end. 
But she wasn’t so sure she believed in destiny anymore. It hadn’t quite worked out the first time. 
“Hell yeah!” Fuuta must have assumed she was in fact asking him. He gave a wide, toothy grin. “It’s not like we can get any weaker, right? The warden better watch out next trial – they’ve got a big storm coming!”
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placeinthisworld · 2 months
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holyshonks · 2 months
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The "fake gamer girl" post reminds me of when I went to a con in like 2011 and I was waiting on line for a Halo CE Anniversary Edition panel. Cryptum had just come out, so I was reading that while we waited. A guy asked me how I was liking it, and we chatted for a bit. This guy was normal. However, behind him was another guy who was like...fact checking me? In real time? Or not even fact-checking really, just deciding if I was wrong. Like as I was talking to the first guy, I could see this dude over his shoulder nodding or shaking his head at me. Weirdest gatekeeping experience of my life.
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saturn-sends-hugs · 4 months
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i also did a thing. template by the lovely @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius!!
are any of these likely? maybe. do i want some infinitely more than others? YES ABSOLUTELY PLS
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avoiltaire · 7 months
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HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥‼👻 he's got a bone to pick?!
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