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sub-urbanwitch · 2 years

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Happy National Hate the Golden Tower Day!

#magisterium #the golden tower #I saw the other post and was inspired #This book gave me my OTP #Still hate it #I hate maugris #fucking maugris #un-foreshadowed bastard #that’s why I’m rewriting it

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strayklds · 2 months

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for @minhosblr 🧡

#he's so pretty..........#lee know #linosource #createskz #bystay #stray kids #staydaily #mygifs #usersa #analook #userjinnie #hiiii maja your tags on my other gods menu lino set left me inspired 🫶🏼#(just saw u pop into my notifs so i figured this was a good time to post this set 🫶🏼)

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egoarc4de · 6 months

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homecoming

#tf2 #tf2 scout #my art #i always wanna draw rooms and then get overwhelmed by all the detail #so there's definitely some lack of that here but hey! i pulled thru!#based on the little ant mill au so there's some context missing #also if you saw the first post of this SORRY and no u didnt...#pls pretend u didnt...#anyways this was a lot of fun to paint!!#im shit at perspective and avoid backgrounds at all cost but i rlly wanted to try smthn out of my comfort zone #but ill be back to wacky zany colourful and trying to make more fun stuff soon huhu #hello all my friends i hope u are well!#link is to the song that inspired the first draft of this #which i still want to kind of make LOL maybe some other time #anyways this is weird and a little dull looking but im quite happy with some bits of it!! yahoo!! now to... shivers... do uni work...

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redwinterroses · 3 months

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There’s a cherry tree in the middle of the redwood forest.

False isn’t sure what to make of that. She shifts her grip on the staff in her hand, its pale glow reflecting faintly off the fresh snow. She’s come out here for resources—the vault altar is demanding logs, and these giant trees are an easy source—but the incongruous sight of an enormous, blossoming cherry tree sending pink petals wafting on the frozen wind…

She wonders if this is what fish feel like, when they see a lure.

“Hello?” she calls, her voice echoing off the trees. The world stands in permanent semi-twilight here, and the deeper shadows hide the mobs that will venture out come nightfall. A sneak of creepers is bedded down in a sweetberry bramble just on the other side of the clearing, and False tenses when the lead boar lifts his head, but he apparently doesn’t deem her worth stalking so early in the day.

There is no other reaction to her call.

False is of half a mind just to head back home and farm her own dang trees. It’s not like the vaultar is picky about the kinds of logs—she could just as easily grow up a bunch of birch and throw those in there. But that will take so much longer… not to mention she’s not sure if there are even enough saplings in her storage.

She unhooks her enchantment-glittered axe from her belt and pauses to mentally poke at her mana reserves. Plenty high. Whatever’s lingering near this tree, it can hardly be worse than what she deals with on the daily in the vaults. Overworld dangers are barely a challenge anymore.

The logic of that doesn’t change the uneasy feeling that buzzes over her skin though.

Venturing further into the clearing. False’s gaze traces up the trunk of the cherry tree, following its branches to where they terminate in lush bursts of pink and white blooms. A sweet smell drifts on the wind. She wrinkles her nose, reminded of compost piles and fermented spiders’ eyes.

The tree’s branches stretch long and low—a canopy of their own, heavy with flowers and dark, glossy leaves. The space underneath is filled with falling flowers and a fog of pollen, the air moisture-thick like a lush cave.

Lifting one hand, False catches a falling petal on her fingertip.

It sizzles as it touches her skin, stinging and buzzing like live redstone.

She hisses through her teeth, shaking her hand and letting the petal fall to the forest floor. “What the heck?”

Another petal tumbles past her face, and she watches it with narrowed eyes—right until it fizzles out of existence a few pixels above the forest floor.

“Glitch,” she mutters. “That’s… not good.”

Iskall needs to know about this—it could be a bug from one of the new updates, or it could be something deeper in the code, but either way: this glitched tree is a problem. She’s probably lucky it just stung her.

She reaches for her communicator, raising it to take a pic of the cherry tree.

“Oh, hi there, False!”

False yelps, spinning around with her axe ready to swing.

Gem is standing behind her, a wreath of cherry blossoms tangled in her hair and antlers, leaning casually on a tall staff of blooming cherry wood. Her smile is wide, and sap flows over her fingers, pale golden, dripping down her arms to leave dark spots on the faded denim of her overalls.

“Gem!” False lowers her axe. “Oh my gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were doing Vault Hunters.”

“Hm?” Gem raises one eyebrow, and for a moment her eyes flicker to red and then purple before settling back on green. “Oh—I’m not doing Vault Hunters, False.” Her voice is amused, almost chiding.

“Oh.” False feels unexpectedly small—which is impressive, considering she’s nearly half a block taller than Gem.

More of the glitched petals fall, resting on Gem’s hair and slowly melting into it like snowflakes. The brief moment of relief when False had seen Gem’s familiar grin is fading into something like the sensation of freefall.

“What’cha up to?” Gem asks, and her face blinks from one expression to the next like a bad video message. Her clothes are blue—no, green—no, bloodstained and grey—no, blue. They’ve always been blue.

False takes a step back.

“Uh, not much…” she glances up at the redwoods. “Just doing some… resource gathering. You know.”

“Cool!” Gem giggles, and stands up straight. False tenses, but Gem only spins around her staff and waves a hand at the glitched tree. “I didn’t realize this was an occupied server—are there many people here?”

There’s a buzzing in False’s skull, and she blinks rapidly. A muscle twitches under her eye.

“Um…”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Gem lifts one hand and grabs one of the lowest branches of the cherry tree. She really should not have been able to reach that.

Swinging herself up with the lithe, effortless strength of a cat, she perches on the limb and stares down at False. The grin is gone from her face now, and she looks down at False with bright eyes.

“Etho’s not here, is he?”

False opens her mouth to answer, the words yes, of course he is, I can take you to him heavy on her lips… And with effort, she swallows them back.

They taste of sweet rot.

“Why... why doesn’t what matter?” she asks instead.

Gem stares at her for a long moment, expressionless. The flowers woven through her antlers are growing of their own accord, twining up to caress their brethren in the branches overhead.

Then she smiles broadly, flashing teeth that nearly glow white in the dappled shadows. “Oh!” she exclaims. “No reason! I’m only passing through, is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not sticking around?” False tries—and mostly fails—to sound disappointed.

“Naaaaah…” Gem stands and walks along the branch, as secure and balanced as if it were a stone floor. The flowers in her hair flow along behind her, sliding from the branches and falling like a cape down her back. “Worldhopping is easy. Staying in one spot is way harder.”

False watches the flowers move and swirl, their smooth, strange motion ensnaring her attention. The buzzing is back, too. Like bees, drunk on honey and sleepy in their hive.

“World hopping…?” she manages. “With admin commands?”

Gem’s laugh is as brilliant as a knife and as sharp as a spark. “False!” she crows. “You say the funniest things.”

False laughs. It seems appropriate. She isn’t sure why.

“Anyway,” Gem continues, fading into one patch of blossoms and reappearing on the other side of it. Her eyes are sprays of cherry flowers now. Her antlers are branches. “Anyway, cherry trees are all the same. They make it easy to get around.”

“That…” doesn’t make sense, False wants to say. But her lips are heavy, and coated in sticky sap. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.

“Oops! Behind you, False!”

Gem’s chirped warning is flaked in glee, and False turns around, as slow as if her feet are buried in soul sand.

The creepers she had seen—the entire sneak—are standing behind her, pink flowers blooming from their eyes.

“Oh no.”

The boar’s blinded head snaps toward her voice, hissing. He starts to aggro, bioluminescent streaks flashing from his snout to flanks in increasingly-swift pulses of light.

“See ya in season ten, False!” Gem cries out cheerfully.

The axe drops from False’s nerveless fingers, trailing strings of sap. She smells the inescapable stench of burning gunpowder, overlaid with rot.

“...Dangit.”

[FalseSymmetry was blown up by a creeper]

~*~

Jerking upright in her own bed, False swipes wildly at her face, trying to smear away tree sap that isn’t there.

“What the heck, Gem?” she exclaims at her empty base. Her voice falls flat, swallowed up by the sky that surrounds her builds. The clock above her head ticks impatiently, and she huffs in frustration, pushing up out of her bed. All her tools, gone—her levels, gone... and after all that she still needs those logs for the vault.

Grumbling, she starts pulling backup gear from various chests, trying to cobble together something that can get her back to the redwood grove before her items despawn—assuming they hadn’t all been obliterated by a second or third creeper explosion. She glances at the vaulter, and freezes.

It’s been completed. The crystal floats gently atop the stone pedestal, gleaming with an inner light.

And, tumbled at the base of the vaulter—abandoned, more than was needed to fill the crystal’s requirements:

Half a stack of cherry logs.

#falsesymmetry #geminitay #red said eldritch gem rights #let her be cheerful and scary too she deserves it #also there needs to be more Vault Hunter fic in the world. and more False content.#this was inspired by a post of some enormous redwood trees I saw the other day with teeny tiny people at the base of them #along with Gem's tree building -- the cherry trees in her hardcore and s9 builds #and the headcanon from hc8 and empires that she's a worldhopper #anyway this is the first thing I've really written in (over?) a year so... I'm quite happy about it.#might polish and put it on AO3 later but for now it's just for the hellsite <3 #redwinterwrites #oh also excuse for creeper/minecraft worldbuilding yaaay XD

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craanber · 2 years

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Batfam sketch dump I’ve been sitting on for months 🦇

#Batman #dc comics #wayne family adventures #Damian Wayne #Cassandra Cain #Bruce Wayne #Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #I wanted to add the other family members before I posted this but I just haven’t had the inspiration with them + my pen just broke lol #the Damian one I was possessed to draw after this hella cute TikTok I saw that I sadly do not have the link for #Cass was done shortly after the WFA episode of her Ballet so that shows how long this has been in Drafts #Livie Draws #My Art #My shitty art #<- this is the old tag I used but I just…haven’t really used tumblr for art posting n really need a less self deprecating tag lol

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goldensunset · 1 year

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kh mobile game enjoyers continue to be the strongest soldiers on the planet

#inspired by other posts i saw on here lol #kingdom hearts #khml #mine: kh #when.

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littlerosette · 28 days

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kataang and everlark anti discourse is so similar it’s uncanny. “peeta/aang are annoying!” “there’s no romantic chemistry!” “katara/katniss don’t love aang/peeta back!” “katara/katniss shouldve chosen [insert older, angry boy]!” “peeta/aang coerced katara/katniss into a relationship!” like goddamn 😭

anywho! still canon tho! <3

#this post was inspired by everlark hate that i just saw that reminded me of kataang hate i saw earlier #once again they are the same ship to me #down to each significant other being a representation of hope #everlark #kataang

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drslugmo · 4 months

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q!slime for the drawing request! i love the way you draw him !

i drew this during purgatory but then never posted it uh slimeriana upon ye

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #my art #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp mariana #slimeriana #i saw this tumblr post comparing 2 painting and i know one of them was The Kiss #and the other was i think of a wolf biting into the neck of a deer i think #anyway that inspired this #slime is transparent and you can see his bones but he doesnt have any other internal organs #he doesnt have horns here bc i didnt feel like trying to make it work with the gas mask

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unsat-and-strange · 4 months

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jonny d'villes heart ticks audibly. the crew can hear it during the few and far between quiet moments on board the aurora. it's so steady, tick tick tick, a reminder that he is there and they are all alive together, never speeding up or slowing down. sometimes they joke about using it as a metronome during practice.

jonnys heart ticks. he can hear it every waking moment. tick tick tick. it never slows down, even in the deepest sleep according to the rest of the crew. it never speeds up even when his blood is more adrenaline then actual blood, times when normal peoples hearts would be racing. whether he's laughing his ass off or terrified for his life (I guess old habits die hard?) it. never. speeds. up. sometimes it's fine, he can ignore it but there are days when the constant tick tick tick tick tick tick tick is too much. the days when he has to drown out the sound with gunfire and screams or music loud enough to make his ears bleed. some days even that barely cuts it and he debates putting a bullet in his head just to make it quiet for a few hours. the rest of the crew has gotten pretty good at recognizing those days, and they know how to help him get through them, just like he knows how to help his crew through their bad days. nastya will bring him into the near deafening engine room and theyll play with power tools until their hands are covered in grease and grit, or Tim will sit him down on a speaker and play the bass so loud the whole ship can feel it, or Marius and raphaella will tell him about unethical medical practices they've witnessed/performed or Brian will just hold him close until the rhythms of the metal man's body distract from the tick tick tick tick of his own heart. the constant tick of immortality is loud. jonny can't deny his luck in finding a crew that is almost always louder.

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frogayyyy · 15 days

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thus with a kiss i die.

killing time (first edition) by della van hise // romeo and juliet, act v scene iii by william shakespeare

#escaping their tragic fate #........#with the power of friendship!#star trek #spirk #killing time #i don't really know why i added the shakespeare #but thus with a kiss i die was going through my head as i read this part #and i think it fits #inspired by someone's post i saw the other day which i'll reblog again now #about the parallels between spirk and fated couples and how they manage to escape the tragic ending

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starflungwaddledee · 4 months

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this better not go to her head or next thing you know she's gonna be calling herself ༺✦ an influencer ✦༻

#but in seriousness when i tell you how i screamed when i saw these!!#i hope this doesn't seem conceited i am just SO excited to see it whether or not they were inspired by my work. more content!! more content #i should also clarify the wingclaws were not in the secret santa but i did see them along with the other new art today so i'm including it #queueing many pieces from the hnkss to post over the next week! sooo much good stuff wowowowow what a christmas treat!!#starstruck dee #my art #my comics #swallow tailed galacta kngiht

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ruusukultakruunu · 22 days

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"Pray to me Dear, maybe I will be your merciful god."

#religious trauma ...hahaha... what religious trauma...?!.....#radiohusk fanart #radiohusk #sketch #work in progress #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor is husk's god #little bit more toxic than my other drawings and au's #inspired by that one radiohusk post i saw little while ago #can't find it anymore but if someone know what i'm talking about throw me a link #edit: got a link - I will put it in replies

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llumimoon · 11 months

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VOTE FOR TAYLOR AND I WILL DRAW FOR YOU

hi there. my name is Cal and despite already being knees deep in requests i WILL draw you a quick doodle of any character or oc of your choice if you can send me an ask showing me proof that you voted for Taylor DNDADS Swift in the alloaro showdown!! (he is unrelated to the singer of the same name)

HERE R SOME EXAMPLES OF MY ART:

THERE IS ONLY ONE DAY LEFT IN THE POLL!!!

VOTE FOR TAYLOR NOW! TURN THE ODDS!

@alloarocharactershowdown

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #alloaro showdown #propoganda #taylor swift dndads #art requests #LISTEN. QUALITY MAY VARY IM LITERALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF GRADUATING #BUT IF MY BOY DOESNT WIN I WILL EAT DRYWALL #also btw to avoid getting bombarded the screenshot HAS to show how much time was left in the poll when u voted #so sorry if u already voted for Taylor im tryin to entice other people who havent voted yet #im on my hands and knees PLEASE I NEED HIM TO WIN SO BAD #inspired bt twacn btw i saw ur post and was like I WILL ALSO FIGHT ON THE FRONT LINES

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ct-multifandom · 9 months

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I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.

It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.

By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.

Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.

#anti intellectualism #media #movies #books #music #critical thinking #my friend who primarily listens to one very popular band once said that people who listen to obscure music are annoying and pretentious #which rubbed me the wrong way because 1 she knows that I listen to obscure music and 2 it’s such a cowardly consumerist take. anyone can #make music and hey a lot of the people who do make GOOD music. and this goes for all *obscure* media #this post was mostly inspired by people talking about Barbie and those anti pick me girls like the pick nobody girls who insist thinking is #for boys and having fun with an empty brain is for girls. Greta gerwig is an artist. I haven’t seen the movie yet but I know it has a deeper #message than haha cute pink! I’ve seen the summaries about the true meaning. the pinkness and popularity doesn’t negate the narritive.#though in the notes I saw a lot of tumblristas comunistas shitting on the film for being one big ad that people *fell for* which tbh is #tbh almost as anti-intellectual. don’t get me wrong they milked this film to sell hella shit but I don’t believe kids who play with dolls #are the target audience as these people claim. Barbie is a culturally iconic symbol almost archetypical of societal expectations for women #you say barbie people think unblinking perfect plastic pink girly. reminds me of the poem The Last Mojave Indian Barbie. yeah yeah you all #hate brands but this one carries undeniable significance and makes for a powerful literary device. it’s been used many times before #sorry for writing a tag essay about a film I haven’t even seen but I’m tired of internet people focusing so much on proving others wrong #that they end up oversimplifying everything just as much as the other person. god I saw people doing this to Nimona saying transphobes were #looking too deep into her character and they’re reactionary clowns for making that jump. like for once the transphobes are right. she is #trans. it’s a queer story. and irl the first people who notice queerness are the bigots who can tell you’re different. sick owns telling #them the story’s not that deep is harmful and it’s like they’re ignoring the real message on purpose. okay enough rambling hehe! thanks #barbie #nimona

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redwinterroses · 1 year

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Boatem, on any given day, was probably gonna be two things:

Obviously, the first was “chaotic.” That surprises no one, yeah? Raise your hand if you’re surprised that Boatem was chaotic.

See? No hands. It's a thing that is known. You got your end crystals and tree wars and mountains going up over night and ravagers raining from the heavens… Boatem was the home-sweet-home of chaos. And it lived there very comfortably.

But the second trait that Boatem had, on every day that end in Y, wasn’t quite as obvious.

It was "secretive."

Hah. Yeah, I see your quirked eyebrow of skepticism. Look buddy, I had a bird’s eye view of the whole thing and I can tell you this for sure: the only reason none of those morons got caught out in their big secrets was that they were all too busy being cartoonishly self-conscious to notice literally everyone else doing the same thing.

That thing being, specifically: pretending to be human.

Yeah. You heard me. Human. Pretending. As in: none of that lot are human in any way, shape, and only occasionally in form.

Take Mumbo for example. Dear old Mumbo Jumbo, my personal nemesis—and also the member of Boatem I got to see up close and personal the most.

Lucky me.

He somehow managed to hide it right under everyone else’s nose, which I can only chalk up to years of trusting friendship mixed with a hilarious lack of awareness. His shapeshifting abilities have never been more unstable than they were in Boatem—maybe it was the chaos bleeding through, or the way that world was a bit unstable even from the very beginning… Either way, he turned into a living potato right in front of all of them and they barely blinked.

A potato.

Night after night I had to listen to him pacing around in his storage room, muttering to himself about how dangerous it was to be a shapeshifter living with a bunch of humans. How he was putting a lot at risk and what fibs he was going to tell to play it off as some sort of joke or prank. I started keeping a scratch tally of how many times he said “Oh dear. Oh dear."

I ran out of space about two weeks in.

But it’s not like any of his neighbors were going to notice anyway. “Living with a bunch of humans,” my big wishbone.

Human. Hah. Right, like “human” Pearl—the alien who ducked her feathery antennae in her hair any time someone came around, who floated around her base like gravity was frickin' optional? Pearl, who nearly got caught with her antennae out every time someone ran past and jumped like a skittish rabbit enough to raise anyone’s suspicions… Except her clueless Boatem pals.

Or “human” Scar, who never even hides his vexy teeth when he grins, but somehow everyone acts like they don’t notice. Maybe he uses some sort of glamor on them—not like I’d know. Magic is ticklish territory for my type. All I know is that for someone who loudly proclaims to be human—a thing no human has ever actually had to do—he didn’t go to much effort to act like one.

And then there’s that Impulse guy. I’m not sure what he is, but the one time he got close enough to peck he nearly roasted my tail feathers. Plus it seemed like all you had to do was say his name and he’d just… show up.

Downright creepy if you ask me. Not like no one ever does. Don't bother talkin' to the guy who has a view of everything for 18 chunks--no, just blame him for your dumb redstone door breaking.

Anyway. The one Mumbo seemed most desperate to hide his “secret” from was… that other one. I don’t even like to say his name, to be perfectly honest with you but I know you know who I’m talking about. The wing-appropriator. The merry prankster. The one who watches you with eyes so dark you never know where he’s looking.

And people say I have beady black eyes.

I don’t even know why Mumbo bothered trying to hide it from Gr… from him. Or why he was trying to hide what he was from the rest of them. Or how they never noticed the extra pairs of wings that would sometimes flutter about, or how he always saw when people were trying to prank him—even if it looked like he was asleep.

But I’ll admit it was hilarious watching them dance around each other like a couple of hens avoiding a creeper—except both of them were hens and they each thought the other was a creeper.

Somehow—somehow—none of them ever noticed the others. Who needs camouflage when you've got friends this oblivious? Anyway, come on—we all know none of them would actually care if they revealed their precious secrets.

I kinda hope they never do, though. Five best friends, none of whom are human, all convinced that they're the only alien-vex-demon-shapeshifter-thing-nonhuman in the bunch?

That's a joke even this bird-brain can appreciate.

#it's 2:30 why am I posting this at such an ungodly hour #hermitcraft #boatem #hermitcraft s8 #redwinterwrites #the narrator is that chicken that plagued Mumbo's mountain #if you hadn't already realized lol #just feeling some boatem things tonight #and saw a story prompt that went #“Four roommates are extraterrestrials who... believes the other three are normal humans”#and I got inspired XD #also I just watched like 3 hours of RatsSMP and Oli's voice is in my head #so this chicken has the voice of Oli Oriansound and if you read it with his garbage rat voice it's even funnier lol #boatem village my beloved

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antivan-beau · 6 months

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i'm kin with all lesbian zevran fans btw. we love his masculinity: we want to embody his obnoxious, over-the-top flirting and his thoughtful, cautious tenderness. we love his toughness and his trauma. we love that he's a smooth seducer who's also unselfconcious about telling stories where he fucked up and looked like an idiot. we love him in gay ways as men and we love him as women who wish men were better.

#i could be wrong about this but it seems to me like zevran inspires more lesbian fans than any other male dragon age character #and i get it!!!!#it just makes sense!!#zevran #i was going through people's blogs in the tags of zevwarden week posts #and saw many of them say that they're lesbians in their Abouts and i felt 💕 😘

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