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softceleste · 17 days
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Christopher Briney and Suki Waterhouse in Dalíland (2022)
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ride-a-dromedary · 5 months
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Halsin desperately wanting children vs Minthara's cut pregnancy storyline face off in the square, but they violently start making out instead.
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stillresolved · 5 days
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what if i told you i wanted to add an angry kid who's got abused by the system, is still young and would low key start a riot if given the chance to? what if i did it, huh? huh?
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red-dragon-archfiend · 6 months
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My Yugioh anime hot take of the night is Alexis Rhodes might've been the main character if Jaden wasn't set in stone as the protagonist
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acollapsar · 4 months
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feeling like making a new muse blog but...... ugh. nowadays, making a new blog for a muse feels like such a chore 😭😭
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recovering-vamp · 1 year
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dating sim (VN or CYOA... hmmm) with a mostly/exclusively fat character cast... with lots of cool gender + poly inclusive... this would be nice. mayhaps time to put my RenPy or Twine love to use... idk what sort of thing. just. might be nice to stretch the coding muscles again.
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proteesiukkonen · 10 months
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Had the opportunity to go to a fantasy and scifi-con this weekend, and it was so refreshing to visit an artist alley for the first time in freaking years. Bought a lot of stuff from artists and artesans, but honestly I feel it was super revitalizing to just be there and see all the stuff the artists had made and how happy and proud everyone was selling their stuff.
I've been feeling low and self-critical of my own drawing skills lately, but being in the alley did give me, if not a confidence boost, a surge of creative happiness. Like, other artists are so awesome! Drawing is awesome! Creating and sharing your creations is awesome! I'm so happy people are out there, existing and sharing their ideas and crafts! Makes me want to create and share as well. Even if only for until I actually pick up a pen, it' still a boost of energy I've so sorely missed.
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internal-bleating · 1 year
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Funny random hot take,
Even though "No one steals from Big Jack Horner" -Goldielocks 2022, I feel like you could EASILY get passed his security by pulling a Shrek 2 "Yeah we're from the union" on their asses. This guy does not treat his staff very well for sure.
You could just sneak into his office after that, pray he's away for whatever reason, and yoink something from his collection and then make up some elaborate exuse as to why you have it if anyone questions you on your way out.
Like yeah, you'd be screwed cuz he's gonna be LIVID when he figures out what just happend (RIP whatever subordinate told him about how they just let you waltz right in and steal something) and puts a bounty on your head. But technically, you stole something sucessfully!
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fleurladari · 7 months
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I do want a thread where it is just. Lysandre stops pretending and acting and just goes complete brutal. I don't think it'd be a thread that would go anywhere? Not that i can think of? More of a writing test or experiment. Since a lot of times i'll get to sorta dip into how he could act, but never him just GOING at it, with little care.
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cruelangcls · 17 days
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open to: everyone plot: blair [she/her, top (for this thread only)] is the mother superior at a church and y/m [nun, acolyte, patron, etc.] has just confessed in sinning. which means blair is going to take advantage of the situation. please do not like my starters
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"so you have sinned, little one. you were right to come to me," the mother superior stood over the gentle face in the pews, smiling that knowing and somewhat sad smile. it was the same expression blair always wore when someone confessed to her like this. and it always ended the same. "you know what this means. we need to go to the confessional booth. i need to hear all about your lust-filled sins. every detail," one hand out to lead them off of the wood of the common space and towards the private confessional booth.
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the-composer · 9 months
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one of my favorite things about roleplay is observing how canon characters grow as muses. i love to see how uniquely they develop from the idiosyncrasies they adopt to the interactions that change them, both for better and for worse. i love to see how they branch out from their canon roots while building all of this complexity as they progress (or even decline!) through collaborative plots born of pure passion for the character.
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troublewithvampires · 9 months
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@bxtsence said: 🐦 (Idk pick any one of my muses hahahaha)
(let sal talk shit to your muse on twitter - open)
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//sal traumadumping on main vs nik being very genuine and offering optimistic advice (while also trolling him)
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ladyseidr · 6 months
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btw i forgot to even announce it but for like the last month i've been getting attached to golden freddy for some reason so i've added him as a test muse!!
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zukkaoru · 1 year
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adding hopeful and happy love songs to my itfs playlist because i love dramatic irony and also crying
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idolpyre · 1 year
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀just off of the pacific, lurking in the depths and hiding in coral caves — legend tells tale of a pod of sirens promised to protect, instead of bringing death and carnage. these creatures were lethal as they were beautiful, just as the folklores painted them to be, but they lived in harmony with humans instead of hunting them mercilessly, like so many people believed. rarely were they ever actually seen by the townsfolk, but they kept the waters surrounding the island safe from pirates and pillagers, bringing the village good fortune and good health.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀minjun has been taught these values ever since he was a young fry, that the humans inhabiting his island were to be protected. they cannot have one without the other ; a unity between man and myth. but we cannot be seen by them, no matter what. you must not show yourself unless they are in peril. and you must not ever leave this island, do you understand ? don't stray too far, minjun, they are not as kind to us elsewhere. and never, ever, ever trust a pirate — they will always lie and hurt us for their own gain.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and so minjun would stay tucked below the roiling waves, always curious of what mankind had to offer, but too scared to act upon his desires. his mother would teach him to hunt fish, and eventually bigger game too — and when his sisters had been born, minjun had taught them everything he knew.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀it must've been just past his twentieth sun when minjun's curiosity finally got the best of him. he had spent so long watching humans below the surface, and when a pirate washed up on the lagoon that minjun frequented — he couldn't help but show himself to the pirate, to offer his song to heal the buccaneer's wounds. once the pirate's crew had found their lost sailor, they took one look at minjun and realized they had struck gold. the iridescent scales of the siren's tail was a rarity, believed to be worth thousands, if you could live to sell it that was. they had beached the siren, plucked his scales and when he had tried to cry, to sing for his sisters to come and find him, they had slit his throat and left him with nothing.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀when his sister's had found him near dead, they had pulled him back into the deep and healed his wounds, but minjun couldn't ignore the immense disappointment that leaked off of his mother's very being. she had warned him, and now minjun had paid the price. because of the scar on his throat, minjun cannot sing his song anymore, and everyday he can feel his magic slipping further away from his grasp, lost like grains of sand slipping through his claws.
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jogrants · 4 months
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i remember rory & amy talking about their room in the t4rdis and !!! made me think abt what kind of room jo would have in there 🥺
warm colors, such as yellow, orange and brown which they kind of contrast with that one 70s plastic-y look of her bedroom. queen-sized bed, incredibly soft and comfortable. on the walls, posters of her favorite singers & boy bands. there's a desk with plenty of drawers for the escapology tools and little chests where she keeps her plethora of rings. on the desk, a little radio plays her favorite songs. the room would have a HUGE wardrobe (and mirror) because she's always been a fashion baby. on the night desk lie books about ecology (from the doctor) and environmental research among the many gossip magazines.
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