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Mer vs Shroom
Never mess with master wizard of house Telvanni and their Mushroom Tower, ever.
fit my friend, @the-sunlit-earth's adorable Breton OC Brenna <3
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colesother · 4 days
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No thoughts, just them being the cutest fathers ever.
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archersxartxblog · 8 months
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Day one: Pretty in (Purple)
Got our boys rockin some purple outfits,
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q-morning-crew · 9 months
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I am very unwell about the lost! qsmp animatic
Did you know that chayanne has the most lines - 12 as percy and 4 as grover, while richarlyson has the least - 4 as percy and 2 as grover?
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alloutshirt · 1 year
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hope the bears make a guest appearance
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soulless-angel25 · 6 months
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Riverrosetober 2023- Day 7, Prompt: Home
THE WOMAN WHO FELL TO EARTH- TARDIS INSIDE, 13 HAS FALLEN
Rose hit the side of the TARDIS walls, she twisted and grabbed onto the railing. Somewhere to her right was River who had slammed into the console and gripping onto the controls for her life, she may have regained more regeneration cycles but she did not want to regenerate right after her husband-wife. Especially in the TARDIS which had just dealt with their regeneration. She and Rose had been scolding him for holding it back, but when he got into one of those depressive states. Gods, there wasn't a whole lot they could do.
Eventually the shaking of the TARDIS stopped, though she kicked the two of them out of the console room. Which was more then fine with the two of them for the moment because despite both of their superior biology's (Rose shivered, that sounded far too much like her husband-wife. Blimey, that'd take some getting used to.) being that close to a regeneration, especially one that's part of a fresh set... best they go to the Med Bay and make sure neither of them are injured, and then when that's finished they can go and see what their lovely girl has come up with for a new console.
Earth- 2018, Sheffield
"-oh! And I need to get back to my Rose and my River. Ooh, will they still like me?" 13 looked down at her body, then quickly looked into the microwave that she was using to help locate the TARDIS. She was quite short in this body, shorter then she'd been in others. Her eyes flicked up to her hair, she rather liked it-though she was afraid that Rose might say she stole hers.
Standing back up and spinning to face the three humans that stood nearby she had a grin on her face, "Right! One... Two... Three!" she used her makeshift sonic, for a moment nothing happened and then-she was floating in deep space. The Doctor sighed, then panicked, looked, and saw Yaz, Graham, and Ryan nearby. "Fuck."
TARDIS Interior
Carefully Rose rose from the table and stretched, full body scans were a nuisance. She turned towards River, "So? Anything abnormal with me?"
"Nope. According to the scans you are perfectly fine-well, as much as you ever are. Your cell degradation has slowed down some more, so your life expectancy has increased more."
"Great," she swung her legs off the table, looking down at her outfit, "New clothing time?"
River sighed, "New clothing time indeed. And perhaps some chips?"
Rose perked up, "hmmm, how about fishfingers with custard?"
"...sure, you can have custard with it, just, when the Doctor is back- please don't give any to them."
"Why not? They liked it perfectly fine in their eleventh body."
"Rose."
"Ok, ok! I won't... while you can see anyways."
"What was that last bit, Darling?"
"Nothing! Now, food-then outfits. And then we check out the console room."
THE GHOST MONUMENT- end of episode with 13
"Ohh! Oh, yes! C'mon, come to mama!" 13 has a manic grin on her face she called out to the TARDIS trying to stabilize her. Finally she succeeded.
Rushing over to pulled the doors wide open, and suddenly, almost reverently she walked in. Turning to look around, "oh, you've redecorated. I quite like it."
"You better since you're the reason she had to change desktops."
The Doctor spun, eyes landing on one of her wives, "Rose!" she rushed over and lifted her wife into a hug before setting her down. Then she noticed something was wrong, she had to look up. And at that realization she sighed, and Rose giggled.
Hesitantly, the Doctor stepped back. Suddenly self-conscious, what if they didn't like her now?
Apparently she had voiced that concern aloud and was being reprimanded, by River. "-d you absolute idiot! Of course we love you. Now- we are going to get you to the zero room and you are going to stay until your fully done regenerating. Don't think I don't see the wisps still circling."
Somehow she ended being led away by River, and Rose turned to the three people nearby. She sighed before shaking her head, "Would you like a 'cuppa?"
Yaz nodded, with Graham not for behind, but Ryan asked if he could have coffee. To which Rose simply smiled, "'course you can." and that was that.
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an-egg-on-it · 8 months
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WAIT THE BACKGROUND ANGELS ARE GENUINELY ON SEGUES HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT
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strwpup · 2 years
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It’s strange, Laudna thinks.
How does she have a flashback from this angle, standing on her feet? Why is it so hard to see the vibrant colors of the foliage, like trying to see one of her friends through an illusion?
or, Laudna ponders about life after being given a third chance
It’s strange, Laudna thinks.
She never saw the tree like this, not really. Her point of view was from the boughs the first time. Laudna only saw the cobblestones, so far below, and branches curling around her, six other struggling and screaming people clawing at the ropes.
And then, later, Laudna was looking up from below. Watching the vacuous space where leaves should be as she tried to gasp in any air. Panicking until she realized that it didn’t need to circulate for her limbs to function. Glancing at the face of Delilah before she walked away.
There is no reason that this image should be superimposed in her vision. She never saw ropes dangling from above, they had all been cut down when she awoke again. The darkness closing in around the edges of her mind makes sense from above, but why does she still see it from below?
How does she have a flashback from this angle, standing on her feet? Why is it so hard to see the vibrant colors of the foliage, like trying to see one of her friends through an illusion?
Laudna can’t stop shaking. She hasn’t been able to since her eyes opened again. She’s cold and unnerved by all the people watching her like she’s a threat in her own home. The riflemen are a strange change, one that makes her feel more alien than usual. She wonders how many of them remember the time of Delilah Briarwood’s rule.
The only reprieve to the grayscale nightmare and the paranoia threatening to swallow her whole is the Hells. They circle around her like a shield. FCG and Fearne lead them all, being as distracting as possible, glancing back at her when they think she isn’t looking. Chetney mutters to himself loud enough that Laudna can appreciate him constantly changing subjects. Orym walks just behind her and to the side, head on a swivel, hand twitching near her waist like he might switch their places if anyone shoots. Ashton walks in back and glares at every armed person they pass. 
Imogen has not left her side. A gloved hand had reached for hers as soon as she sat up, and their fingers had intertwined thoughtlessly, like an old lock finally clicked back into place. It is… grounding. It blurs out everything else.
Laudna takes one step closer to the sun tree, and the whole company shifts around her. The constantly delighted part of her thinks about the ladies she always imagined herself being as a girl. The cavalcade progresses… not as one, not syncopated, but like a clock - a beautiful amalgamation of different moving pieces with one impassioned heart.
The hand not clinging onto Imogen reaches out and presses against the bark. 
She expected something rough and splintered, something reminiscent of the rope laden tree shrouded by darkness that she can’t shake. But instead… it is warm. Laudna presses her fingers flat on it, soaks in that feeling like most plants do the sun.
It’s strange, Laudna thinks. She cannot permanently force this false visage to leave her mind, no matter how hard she tries. 
But the real tree and its leaves and its radiating heat is here, regardless of what she can see. It is still growing despite it all.
Laudna feels her roots all around her, six points at every side. She basks in the sun.
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artificialalienn · 1 year
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im so normal about the fact that if the pines twins made a cameo in the owl house they would be 21...
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blaackbiird · 1 month
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Hazbin Hotel AU where everything is the same except that Skully from Scary Godmother is Just There.
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blitzy-blitzwing · 3 months
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It’s the only logical action left. :V
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bheska · 11 months
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In Brazil people were like this waiting to see across the spiderverse
Source
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bluebeesknees · 3 months
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They’re being obnoxious at work 💙
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applestruda · 3 months
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i think one of my fave things this season is grian's obsession with fishing. It feels like he's trying so hard to be normal and have a slow start to the season to the point that he's overshot the goal and now does nothing but fish.
he's managed to become more cryptic than usual and i think is being claimed by the ocean, which yknow, good for him
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unforth · 10 months
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Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.
That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.
That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.
That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.
That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.
That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.
That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.
None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.
I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.
If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.
Celebrate fan work!
To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.
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thekaiserroll · 6 months
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