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yudkowsky · 28 days
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I understand why alchemists invented, and modern fiction writers use, systems with a few understandable Elements like Earth / Fire / Air / Water / Light / Dark.
I understand why even most nerds don't bother to study the Elements in real life. There's too many of them, and they don't neatly correspond to meaningful aspects of macro-level existence.
But just once I'd like to read a worked magical system where the author has looked up the properties of the real Elements, has put in all the work to build up a system of plausible-sounding correspondences, and the protagonist is a rare dual-element Tellurium-Iodine wizard.
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lotus-pear · 3 months
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soukoku as one of my dearest renaissance paintings
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blitheringbongus · 1 month
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Personally I think they’d be cute
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horsechestnut · 3 months
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I just think it's really neat how much fans have latched onto the fact that Stephanie Brown was Robin.
Like, both in and out of universe Stephanie was never meant to be taken seriously as Robin. The writers only made her Robin so that her death in War Games would be shocking and Bruce only made her Robin because he thought it would make Tim jealous enough to come back. She only had the mantle for 71 days before being fired (for doing something that literally every other Robin has also done and not been fired over), and she was only active during 50 of them. There are only six issues where Steph is Robin in the canon timeline.
Her final words before her death are asking Batman (Batman, because even on her death bed he doesn't trust her enough to take off his mask) if any of it was real. Was she really Robin? And Batman assures her that of course she was, that she was part of the legend and no one can take it away from her. Except it's a lie, because despite his reassurances, Batman never puts up a memorial or does anything to preserve her memory. He never really thinks of her as Robin, and even her friends will always think of her as Spoiler before ever remembering Robin.
Meanwhile DC spent years ignoring her time as Robin, to the point where it was completely erased from existence for awhile. It's technically back now, because timelines are weird, but unlike the others it's never been altered. She's never been given a second chance at it, no one's ever gone back and added more issues or details about those 71 days, or even seems to want to acknowledge them most of the time.
But fans have clung on to it anyway. Sure, there are lots of people who make Robin posts that are just about the boys, but there are just as many people who are ready to fight anyone who doesn't include her. Maybe it was only for a little while, but she was Robin, and we're sure as hell not going to forget it. If DC isn't going to bother to remember, than we will.
Stephanie Brown was Robin. She was part of the legend. It was real. No matter what, no one can take that away from her.
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eskiworks · 1 month
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I got possessed by some kind of blue light attracted muse, and this study came out of my fingers. As far as I can tell this is the original photo source for the lovely long haired subject: https://depositphotos.com/photo/domestic-cat-profile-291633228.html
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green--tea-owo · 17 days
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i need him biblically.
i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.
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fizpup · 3 months
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valentine, you're a horse ❤️
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ivynightshade · 4 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i can’t be loved, swallowed or digested. must i make myself smaller?’
[text id: this thought was unceasing: somewhere must be home. / the spine-folding need to belong was woven into my skin. no amount of clawing could ever get it out. / it scared me that even at my very best, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from being fond of the tearing. isn't mauling touch? the warmth of a hand close to you, right before is tears you apart, is something.]
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ventique18 · 4 months
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Bro... I got chills from fright... This is exactly what Christianity preaches and promises. And proof that, in fact, Malleus is designed in narrative to be a false god.
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REVELATION 21:4
"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away.”
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profictionoverhaul · 2 months
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Anti-shippers DNIs are so stupid.
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You don't want to talk to yourself? YOU'RE THE HATEFUL ASS PERSON DUDE!!! Telling people to die IS hateful!!!!
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jonny-b-meowborn · 6 months
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Once an Afton fucker always an Afton fucker
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potatounicoorn · 8 months
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The worst plan I ever made is the fact that I started my scifi reading journey with The Martian and Project hail Mary cause how the fuck could anything ever top those two books.
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magnusbae · 1 year
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"...You had to be able to show too much of yourself. You had to be just a little bit more honest than you were comfortable with. And if people judged you, if they felt they knew who you were, that was just something that you were going to have to live with. And what was strange is, once I started doing that, and I was expecting to be judged, or shunned, or people’s opinions or to have to deal with things, what I discovered was, actually, their opinions were, we really like this. We love this story. That’s a good story. It felt huge. It felt personal. And I realized that’s because I was being honest about me.“ —Neil Gaiman
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a-dying-wish-if · 3 months
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A Dying Wish is an interactive story about being a bird.
Well, not just a bird.
Thousands of years ago, you were worshipped - maybe they built grand temples and statues of you, maybe secret little shrines in the darkest parts of the endless woods...
But none of that matters anymore. The statues and temples of old have crumbled into dust and the woods burned away in the fires of industry.
Yet you are still there today, unknown and uncaring, hidden in the rubble of this broken world, in which a humanity far beyond its peak slowly grinds towards its own erasure.
Although fatigue should be unknown to you no matter what physical form you assume, you find yourself to be tired. That's why you chose to become a mortal bird, fragile but free, and seek out one of the few remaining forests to starve to death in relative peace - not that you're sure what death actually means to a being like you.
But as you come to rest on the branch of a lone maple tree in the midst of countless birches, you find that you are not alone... a human is bleeding out beneath your tree.
Genre: Romance, Horror Setting: Pseudo-Postapocalyptic ('90s Russia/Yugoslav Wars vibes) Note: there's only one (customizable) RO Objective: find your place among the many monsters in this world and worm your way into the RO's heart
Demo: TBA. This project will only occasionally be worked on as I focus on my main wip, Орлёнок.
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xiaq · 1 year
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Publishing is weird. Especially when you're used to fic. Because you write this thing. And then a year later you cut it in half and edit it for publication. And then a year after that, the first part comes out. And then a year after that the second part comes out. And you finally decide to sit down and read both of them through after a bit of distance except then you're immediately going "look at this glaring plothole, why did you use so many en dashes, stop saying the word 'like,'" except, unlike Ao3 where you can just go...make adjustments as needed, you're stuck with everyone seeing your writing's flaws.
And now I'm being overly critical about the things I'm currently writing because god forbid I'm making mistakes (not recognizing them) that I will someday kick myself for once I have further matured as a writer.
I guess the good news is that I'm writing at all? But that bad news is I'm a neurotic mess.
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botanautical · 11 months
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'We all yearn for the woods. That's why every fellow on this island wants to settle down near a tree - just one will do.'
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