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operationslipperypuppet · 1 year

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you are not immune to murphs little improvised speeches

#AND NEITHER AM I #neverafter #dimension 20 #neverafter spoilers #brian murphy #prince gerard of greenleigh #princess elody of greenleigh

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mcminer · 8 months

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How am I supposed to leave the desert when Grian clearly hasn't??

#3rd life #double life #last life #limited life #trafficblr #3rd life grian #grian #desert duo #life series #he uploaded his damn memories again #never left that desert #and neither am i

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jimmywilsonschutzpah · 8 months

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There are almost no reasons one could possibly want to emulate the disaster that is Greg House, but the fact he wears sneakers instead of dress shoes is an absolutely galaxy brain move. I know the show rationalized it because of his disability, but there is no way that Autistic disaster was putting up with uncomfortable dress shoes anyway.

#and neither am i #no fucks given and attending a formal work even in vans #house md #greg house #grey thoughts

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pupspuppet · 28 days

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#he’s not ready for today #and neither am I #darkest dungeon #Sarmenti #jester #chibi #April fools #pupsart

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ministarfruit · 1 year

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they are not immune to phantom of the opera

#and neither am I #vtuber #holostars #holotempus #gavis bettel #regis altare #banzoin hakka #really good karaoke lately #gives me the good vibes

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liiilyevans · 11 months

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You know a fic is serious when it’s almost midnight and you’re reading a peer reviewed article for research and talking with your tumblr bestie about how PTSD and childhood trauma affects people.

#y’all ain’t ready #and neither am I #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #question…?#on writing #liz rambles

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guess-how-i-stole-this-body · 6 months

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Prismo x Scarab is just Stanley x Narrator for gay people who watch animations but none of you are ready for that conversation yet

#and neither am i #because i havent watched fiona and cake #nor adventure time #the stanley parable #fiona and cake #adventure time

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acowardinmordor · 5 months

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Flip the Board - Chapter 6: It's Real

#steddie fic #sorta feel like the chapter title is a self callout #Flip the Board #cause guess what bitches? It's not dead #and neither am I

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icarusflyingtoclose · 6 months

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Mika @ Brit Awards 2008

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Young Mika has a special place in my heart <3

#mikasounds #mika #i love him #i-#how can he sing so high?!?!#how have i never seen this before #also don't come for me #but this man is so clearly not straight...#and neither am i #he's so pretty #Youtube

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blackjackkent · 6 months

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Wellp, this took a turn I didn't expect.

So obviously, we had to defend ourselves against W'wargz and his lackies, and obviously we won. The unexpected bit was that once the fight ended, the enormous raised glyph in the center of the room began to glow.

"Inquisitor W'wargaz was potent. We are...impressed."

The woman's voice booms, amplified, around them, echoing from all directions simultaneously.

The glow spreads, filling the room, bursting upward from the platform. It coalesces, slowly, into the form, several times life size, of a githyanki woman staring down at them.

Lae'zel, sheathing her sword, draws in a sharp breath. "My queen..." she whispers, her eyes wide, dropping to her knees instantly. Her head bows.

The woman...Vlaakith?...peers down at Hector imperiously. "You are permitted to look upon me," she says. "You are invited to kneel."

"The Deathless Queen has spoken. You will obey," Lae'zel hisses at him.

Hector hesitates. It feels a little odd to make any obeisance to this woman given what their reception has been here thus far. "Who exactly are you?" he asks, keeping his tone deliberately steady.

Immediately the woman's image surges in brightness, in size, looming up over the group with a roar. "WHO AM I?" she booms. "I am Vlaakith! Undying Queen of the noble githyanki! God Regent of the Six Arms of Tu'narath."

Her form bends; the bright, pulsing light becomes almost blinding. "Your choice of allies is most vexing. They do not become you...Lae'zel."

Lae'zel draws another sharp breath. Her voice shakes. "Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith. You...know me..."

Vlaakith's image draws back, returns to her original only slightly overwhelming size. "Urlon of K'liir speaks most highly. As did Al'chaia before him," she says smoothly. "You seek purity. I may yet grant it."

Lae'zel's eyes lift to her with an air of absolute reverence. The gith goddess looks from her to Hector. "Istik. You bear that which is ours. But are you friend or are you thief?"

Hector swallows. The room feels oddly chilled, as if the woman's eyes on him are leeching all the heat from his body. This situation feels like it keeps spiraling further out of his control. The last few hours have thoroughly soured him on Lae'zel's interpretation of the gith's intentions towards them...but he has only come to this conclusion now in the heart of their territory, and now stared down by their professed god.

There is no choice that is safe. No choice that feels right.

"I didn't take the weapon from you," he says. His voice shakes as Lae'zel's does, but for a different reason. "But I am returning it."

Vlaakith's lips curl in a smirk. "An...unexpected servant. Your will is strong. Your kind will go far for glory, as you have shown by being here." Her voice resonates, suddenly ingratiating, almost saccharine. "Extend your fealty one step further, and you will be rewarded beyond your mortal reckoning. That weapon you carry - the Astral Prism. It is corrupted."

"I will cleanse it for you, my Queen!" Lae'zel says eagerly. The deferential, prostrate attitude she offers is so unlike her usual brutal practicality that it is startling to see. Hector knew that she worshipped Vlaakith...but he did not truly understand how fervently until now. "Tell me how!"

"There is someone inside," Vlaakith hisses. "Their mind is warped, broken - a blight. They are an agent of the Grand Design, sent to sabotage the Astral Prism - our last defense against the return of the Illithid Empire!" Her voice rises to a fever pitch. "As long as they live, the Prism is compromised. Kill them! Do this, and I will cleanse you and your allies."

Her gaze fixes on Lae'zel, who is looking at her with an expression of devoted rapture. "Do this...and ascend."

"Ascension..." Lae'zel whispers. In this moment, she is as intense as any acolyte of any religion Hector has ever seen. All her self-composure and determination are set aside and replaced by fervor. "My queen. 'An honor gained, a burden borne.'" Her voice is thick. She turns towards Hector, fixes him with an intense stare. "You must accept! Refuse, and you will know my fury."

Hector doesn't doubt at all her willingness to strike him down in an instant, in this moment, for disobedience. Whatever respect she has gained for him, whatever bond their team has forged together...she would sacrifice it for this mysterious woman's approval without hesitation.

And yet...the person Vlaakith is describing...it must be the guardian who has come in their dreams, who has kept them from turning into beasts. He has no true loyalty to the guardian any more than he has to Vlaakith, but he does not wish to die. "I can't do that," he says unsteadily. "The person inside protects me from the Absolute..."

"YOU ARE BEING LIED TO!" Vlaakith roars. He can almost feel the hair blasted back on his head from the force of the words. "I WILL BE OBEYED!"

"Tsk'va!" Lae'zel shouts in tandem with the queen's roar, almost a scream of desperation, pleading in a way Hector has never heard from her. "Do not defy my queen!"

Caught between a rock and a hard place. Trapped. He doesn't have enough information. He doesn't have enough hope. On the one hand, the death of a mysterious protector he does not understand. On the other, the threat of battle with a militant force whose danger to him and his companions is all too obviously real.

Selune...Goddess help me, please, I don't know what to do.

"Yes," he says hollowly. "I will...enter the Prism and kill the occupant."

He can hear Karlach's low mutter of disapproval behind him and it hurts his soul, but he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to do...in all the the terrible days since the nautiloid crashed he has never felt this lost.

Vlaakith's image stares down at him with that maddening, knowing smile. "Use the planecaster's power to enter the artifact," she says. Her voice has returned to that deific placidity again. "Be wary of the creature's lying tongue. Cut it out if you must."

The light around her forms into the shape of the artifact, hovering a few inches off the floor in front of them, beckoning them forward.