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#before the dust settles
rach-amber · 6 months
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2 precious blondes with hazel eyes: the bunny & the doe 🐇 🦌 (notice they're both prey not predators)
The settling dust comics cover shows game Rachel with her blue earring, mostly submerged but her face being above water with her eyes opened could mean a "rebirth" in the sense that Rachel is alive in another universe.
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While Kate in the upcoming forget-me-not cover, has her eyes closed. She is to be remembered by Alex and the rest... Even haunting them.
🥲 why do the most precious characters with green/hazel eyes always die!?
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zooophagous · 2 years
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The baby
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Here
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wink-1-8-2 · 11 months
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Day 4 of the Zone 8 Market Event :)
The Dust Settles.
@realkilljoyhoursnow hello!!!
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hawkhills · 1 year
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talk to me about profound, formative events in adulthood impacting people's settled daemons. are their shapes set in stone? would a strong enough experience manage to cause a crack in their settled shape? is there such a thing as daemon dysphoria? do our daemons define us, or do we define them?
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mutantenfisch · 5 months
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Now we wait :)
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non-un-topo · 2 years
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King and Lionheart
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jazz-kitty · 1 year
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omg could u draw fern & shelly being friends. . . ive been thinking abt them a lot lately i think itd be funny .
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off to go deal with a zarude anomaly. unfortunately they are both lost and forgot the objective 2 hours ago
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Prompt #23: Suit
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It was cowardly, it was dangerous--but Augustine didn't care. Out of a handful of people he could absolutely trust in the city, Mathye was on top of the list. He felt safer within his elder brother's small apartment than the palatial setting that had awaited him in the Vault (after a very fast remodel). He felt safer continuing his duties--patrols, helping out the commonfolk--than the life of leisure that he was being encouraged to take.
And he felt safer in the suit of armor that Mathye had prayed over and blessed, than the one given to him by the Archbishop. He was treading a fine line--he was on thin fucking ice, but Augustine didn't care. Mathye was his family, his only family--as far as he was concerned. Let him have the honors of being related to Halone's Dominant--and not the Seymours. Augustine didn't care if he was setting a bad example. One of the few good advantages of being Halone's Dominant was that he could get what he wanted--and in those first few days of shock and confusion after his Priming--Augustine got his wish, a complete and total severance from his stepfather's family.
No longer Augustine Seymour but Augustine Bishop, Dominant of Halone. Let the reasons why be aired out in the public for all and sundry--any love for his birth mother had shrived up and died years ago. Mathye had the same opinion for the father they shared--it was Ishgard. They had been looked down upon anyway. What was it to the pair if the gossipmongers feasted upon the meal that was their family bloodline? Not like they could do anything worse to the siblings. And as for retaliation by the nobleborn and the Church--the potential wrath of the commonfolk for any attempts made would be good enough protection for the moment.
Augustine was taking a stand, and didn't care who he offended--or what noble or clerical feet he stepped on.
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pyrriax · 7 months
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You seemed to like the first ones so uhhhh here is more because i really enjoy drawing this guy. digital this time!
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AUVFHJNDMKVFDK,LM?????/ MY BOY. MY BOY!
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theramblingvoid · 11 months
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hey anyone who might happen to be a Real Adult who knows things about houses and whatnot. I think I accidentally made myself allergic to my own bedroom (???????????) what do?
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chasing-stardust-22 · 5 months
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Finally deleted twitter off of my phone and haven't looked at it in over a week, god it's so freeing
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h-i-raeth · 10 months
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absolutely fine with any delay to see some more of The Shadow Of Dust
Billy laughs as they pass the sign to the high school. Somehow, it manages to sound both surprised out of him, and cruel. “Look at that, ‘Ris. We match the mascot. Isn’t that… charming.”
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smerzbeliever · 11 months
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what was the motivation when people were feverishly trying to prove that ukrainian soldiers were antisemitic like was that supposed to make the occupation okay
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wizardysseus · 2 years
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trying to get used to the idea that i’m just going to have this low-to-mid level anxiety for the next week until my new job starts, and then i’m going to be very very tired for 2-3 weeks after that, because those are my body and brain’s natural response to life change. and therefore i’m not allowed to make any other big life decisions for at least a month
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arttheclown · 1 year
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you know what would’ve made season 9 like a million times better. if they kept the grogar twist but it turned out discord’s intentions were to reform the villains along with trying to help boost twilight’s confidence LOL
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saintchaser · 2 years
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"peter!"
marlene was already growing impatient with anger, a lump forming in her throat as she waited for her friend to turn around.
"yes, marlene?" he asked, fiddling with his corduroy jacket, and, before he knew it,
"expelliarmus!" she shouted, and his wand flew gracefully in her opened palm. she looked at it and then glanced up briefly to Peter, an animalistic look on her face.
peter's eyes widened in shock and unexpectancy. "marlene!" he exclaimed nervously. "what... what are you doing, what's-?"
she cut him short, pushing him against the wall, her face contorted in pent-up anger, her wand pointed to his throat, merely touching it. she felt peter shivering.
"give me," marlene hissed in his ear, and she could feel him tensing up between her arms, "one, single, fucking reason for which i wouldn't kill you right this second."
"b-because i am your friend!" he stammered, trying to slide himself away.
"you are no friend of mine!" she roared with fury. "you traitor! you scumbag! you filth! i once called you my best friend!" she shouted, tears running down his face.
"w-what are you talking about?" he stuttered nervously.
"you're the mole, you fucking, cheating bastard!" she snapped furiously, glaring in his electric blue eyes, and she noticed something in them shift. "i got you all figured out, peter pettigrew. i won't let you get any further than this,"
she laughed, hoarsely, humorlessly, and it almost didn't sound like the old marlene if it wasn't the sarcasm that her laugh always had.
"how-?" he whispered.
oh, so then he believed he was good at hiding it. funny, how he imagined he was so good at this game, marlene laughed, deep within her. foolish boy.
"i caught on the signs. you were never hurt, you were never there. and that," she brusquely pulled his sleeve, despite his attempts at hiding; the dark skull, his tongue a snake, marked in peter's pale skin. "is the final thing that showed me that it's you, that evening when albus told us."
"i-"
"petrificus totalus," she said, mercilessly, and watched him fall to the ground, stiff as a board.
"you're the next to die, marlene mckinnon!" he shouted after her.
marlene scoffed. as if.
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