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eulaliasims · 1 year
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I originally built this lot so long ago that I refuse to think about it.
Green Cans Grocery is Far Valley's only premier foodstuffs vendor. Bonus! It also smells permanently like 1994 inside. 1994, Lysol, and stale air conditioning. You can find them conveniently located next to the abandoned bowling alley!
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whump-in-the-closet · 11 months
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The Scarred Among the Mundane.
hey look new series just dropped. featuring an arsonist elf and the fire he starts and can’t put out. this is going to be the start of another fantasy whump series— but I actually have a plot planned for this one so here’s to hoping I stick with it.
cw: elf whump, failed arson, failed escape, magic whump
masterlist. next
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The late afternoon sunlight turns everything to gold.
In the town square, loud voices merely add to the shimmering heat.
And the heat is shimmering. It weighs down on everyone, dragging out even the smallest of moments with languid intensity.
Bright colours are worn by nearly every member of the crowd, and the effect is blinding.
Crimson.
Vibrant snake-like green.
Yellow sharper than a drawn blade.
The occasional flash of steel armour adds a veiled threat.
A shadow peels away from the side of a bakery, cloak wrapped around a skeletal frame. A hood hides the shadow’s wide grin.
It’s a good day to set something on fire.
He dives into the mass of humanity, towering over them all. Even with hunched shoulders and lowered head, he can’t hide his unnatural height. A second glance would reveal pointed teeth and pointed ears.
But no one spares him a second glance. He weaves his way through the crowd and smiles when people unconsciously give him room to pass.
As he walks, he talks. Not to anyone in the crowd, but to himself. Because he is the cleverest person he knows. Why, he’s practically brilliant. Who else could plan such a feat? Such audacity?
Himself alone. The brilliancy of his plan fills him with a humming satisfaction. He goes over the contents of his satchel.
Wouldn’t want to forget anything. Not today.
“Kindling? Yes, yes, the moss will work....Excuse me–” he nearly runs into a baker’s assistant, holding a tray of fresh-baked bread aloft.
The elf acts on instinct, extending a leg. The baker’s assistant, without hesitation, trips. Elvish laughter and man-made loaves are thrown into the air.
The elf snatches one from mid-air and runs.
“Thief! Stop!”
The elf does not stop. He shoves the whole loaf into his mouth, working his teeth around the crust. It’s still warm. Delicious. He swallows it appreciatively. “Not bad,” he tells no one in particular. “For a human delicacy.”
He skids into an alleyway, shadows sinking into his skin. A welcome change from the lethargic sunlight. “Should have grabbed another one.”
But thoughts of bread fade away as his destination comes into view– the high stone wall of the Monarch’s castle.
The elf’s grin sharpens. His pace picks up, heart racing with his footsteps. There’s no turning back. Not now.
He comes to a stop at the wall itself. It’s easily three times his height. And yet the elf can hardly suppress a laugh. After all his work, all his preparation, is it really going to be this easy? As easy as burning down a farmer’s barn?
Guards peer down at him and he gives them a mocking salute, two fingers raised to his temple. It doesn’t matter if they see him. They won’t be able to stop him. No human can stop him.
If they could, he would be dead.
It’s as simple as that.
Oh, what a day. Danger. Thrill. Horror in the guards’ eyes.
What a beautiful day.
He walks backwards, tightening his satchel and taking a deep breath, the air burning his lungs. And then–
Running.
A leap. Cloak dragging behind him.
Stonework beneath his feet as he runs up the side of the wall. He laughs now. No hesitation.
His hood falls off and his pointed teeth catch in the light.
Identity revealed for all to see.
Elf. A creature of the night. A shadow. Feared. Inhuman.
He soars over the open-mouthed guards. One reaches for her spear, but it's already too late.
He’s over the wall, tumbling to a stop into the garden bushes. On his feet in an instant, he brushes leaves out of his braids and checks his satchel.
Everything is as it should be.
“Excellent work, Finn,” he tells himself. “As always.” He plucks a leaf from his cloak and lets it drift to the ground. “Excellent work, really.” He changes his voice slightly, making it deeper. “Oh, no, you’re too kind. Too kind.”
The guards are pouring out of the castle walls now. Calls of “Attack!” and “Intruder!” echo in the green-lit garden.
Finn bolts. He reaches into his bag as he runs, pulling out a flint stone and a carved piece of iron. Ducking through the overhanging fruit trees, he grabs what looks like a pear. With the fruit in his mouth, he skids to a stop at the base of the castle.
He doesn’t marvel at the intricate stonework or the towering turrets or the bright windows. He gets to work setting it on fire.
Eating the pear, he works quickly, setting the dry moss around a tall tree– another fruit one perhaps. But this one is the closest to the castle, which means it will serve his purpose splendidly.
Sparks fly into the air, bright red against the simmering blue.
The guards draw closer.
Finn sees the flashes of steel before he hears them, and he spits the pear out, fingers flying as he strikes the flint again and again.
The moss starts to smoke and Finn starts to grin.
The itch, the infernal, never ending, always begging itch turns to something like pleasure. Satisfaction.
“Stop!” The spears slice towards him and he twists out of the way, dropping the flint.
The moss goes up into blazes. The itch inside him begins to fade, satisfied with the fire he’s begun.
It's a beautiful fire.
Finn laughs. Everything is going so—
The laugh twists into a scream.
Something is wrong. Something is terribly, terribly wrong. His blood turns to ice inside him. It’s only a second of burning, crawling pain exploding every nerve in his body– but the second is never ending.
Golden triumph burns to ash in his throat.
He slumps to the ground, vision crumpling to dust around him. Vaguely, he’s aware of the guards stepping aside for a red-headed human. Her hands are raised, fingers twisted in rune-shapes.
Oh.
Finn’s sight collapses, taking him with it.
tagging: @doonthestair (lmk if you want to be added/ removed!)
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softlyopulent-if · 1 year
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the entire family is evil but i do like that Dalia calls my MC dove, huge fan of that. so i guess i hate her a bit less then everyone else. just slightly less.
I wouldn't consider it an endearment, I'm afraid.
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Bird up
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beetlesandblood · 1 year
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The mirror lies
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thewhizzyhead · 2 years
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why does lego star wars jar jar sound just like dr doofenshmirtz
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pupunu · 1 year
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i was finally able to watch the cherry magic movie and ngl it was pretty enjoyable
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liquidstar · 29 days
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i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue
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kochei0 · 2 months
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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vamprisms · 26 days
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i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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bookwyrminspiration · 3 months
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god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait
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randomalistic · 4 months
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Selfshippers who ship with weird/unappealing characters. I love you. Like hell yeah you go get with Mr Crocker. Go get with lord faarquad
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bahoreal · 8 months
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obsessed with this
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captainjonnitkessler · 5 months
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Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
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