Merlin: *says something almost flirty as part of their usual banter*
Arthur: Don’t tease, Merlin.
Merlin, still joking around: It’s only a tease if you have feelings, Sire.
Arthur, really not having a good day: …Don’t tease, Merlin,
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"I always believed, if I could make you whole again, perhaps some night we could fly together. I still want to know what it's like."
png & background:
inspired by this funky looking statue of Eros and Psyche I found:
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Welcome to the Cuphead show neighbor!
The residents are all here from the splendiferous neighborhood of Inkyhomes! Having a grand ole time in the sunshine
Even the Devil and Dice are happy! Today's a day where the residents all come together unfortunately no today is not June 13th but! It's still a flourishing day anyways
Reference: artwork by @//frillsand here on Tumblr!
And here's the banner
That's all I have for today
Reminder I do apologize for the lack of my au content I know you lot actually loved my au and I did too but I simply couldn't bring myself to draw it lack of motivation I guess I'll try harder to make more for you neighbor's!
Maybe for lore wise I'll try and copy and paste stuff from my document to here to save time yep! That's right because I'm the way I am I have a document to help type out lore and ideas for my OCs and Au so I won't forget anything I just modify and add changes here on Tumblr
That's all I had to say
Until then don't forget to wave up high!💐
Maybe even double down! What does that even mean?
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What's the difference between Tango of the Tek variety and spider from Minecraft?
Red glowing eyes
Usually found underground
Blind
Stupid
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can you believe that the furry anime got me out of art block
original screencap under the cut
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Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
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