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retquits · 2 months
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1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱
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gaylactic-fire · 6 months
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The Curse
Aka Hylia's favourite transmasc gets amnesia and forgets what periods are
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hinamie · 21 days
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for the blessings megumi zine ! like 2 years ago at this point,,, still vvv proud of this though ! super fun project super cool zine <3
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friedri-ce · 2 months
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thought it'd be really cool if gabriel turned into a fallen angel...
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twinstxrs · 2 months
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just now realized that kristen started off fantasy high choosing the path of doubt & uncertainty by choosing to go with the bad kids. for unrelated reasons i need to lie down forever.
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deep-space-lines · 1 month
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okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.
yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything
((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))
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and then they fucked nasty the end
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ellie-the-plant · 1 month
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we are so back.
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zegalba · 6 months
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Cho Gi-Seok: Trauma (2023)
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sheikfangirl · 27 days
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Gloom nightmares...
Link is totally sleep-deprived on his Tears of the Kingdom quest.
He NEVER rests. But despite all his efforts, it is inevitable: Link collapses and sleep wins over him... and when that happens, Link has the most vile and repulsive nightmares!! Puppet Zelda and her cruelty is always there, ready to mock and torture him.
PS. Nintendo could've gone waaaaaaaay worse with Puppet Zelda if you ask me
PS 2 If you are wondering, yeah, this is a shameless homage to that iconic Evil Dead 2 scene. Groovy! 😊
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akans-dead-at-sea · 5 months
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It's alright
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andichoseyou · 4 months
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2023 (Taylor's Version)
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newttxt · 20 days
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launching a rescue mission!
from utilities included, ch. 8
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isagrimorie · 2 months
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Voyager is our Home.
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morggo · 6 months
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Stereum
Prints here.
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rusquared · 2 months
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"In it, I became a hero. I had adventures, loved and dreamt. Thus, I read, read and read again."
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clockwayswrites · 2 months
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Anyways, I blame @mokulule for starting this idea with me and then needing to go to sleep like a good person in a different timezone.
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Jason tried not to clutch the stack of letters too tightly; they didn’t need to be any more wrinkled. They were a mess already. He’d tried his best. He had tried to smooth them again the edge of his desk and erase the smudges of dirt and grime. On the street they had been kept in the innermost pocket of his backpack, sandwiched between pieces of cardboard and held together by rubber bands. He’d only taken them out when he really needed them. He’d tried his best, but they still showed the scars of his life.
Maybe Bruce would overlook that.
He had overlooked the scars of Jason’s life on his skin, after all. Bruce had still taken in a dirt street rat and offered up his home. It didn’t seem to be a trick either. But would this be a step too far?
Jason knocked on the door to Bruce’s study not out of any sort of bravery, but because he was afraid he’d start tearing at the letters out of nerves if he didn’t, and he couldn’t do that to the letters, not when they had gotten him through so much.
“Come in. Oh, Jaylad, is everything alright?” Bruce asked, looking up from behind the massive wooden desk.
He looked so serious there in that room.
Jason swallowed and nodded.
“Alright,” Bruce said a moment later. He slowly closed the folder he was looking over and set it off to the side with oddly purposeful movements. “Do you want to come in, or do you need me in a different room?”
Wasn’t that a question that almost made Jason back out. But now, he’d thought about this and the study was the best place. It felt like a real request here. Taking a breath, Jason entered the study and perched on one of the chairs in front of the desk. He felt annoyingly tiny in it. He tried to find the words to start— to explain this to Bruce— to ask, but not for the first time, his words were failing him. In the end he just leaned forward and put the pile of letters carefully on Bruce’s desk.
It was hard to watch someone else pick them up, but Bruce was holding them gently.
Bruce wasn’t an expressive person, not with his real emotions, but Jason watched carefully as Bruce read— the slight pinch of his brows, a little twist of his lips as he slipped between emotions, a little tensing around his eyes. The most time was on the first few letters before Bruce scanned through the rest of them.
“You have a pen pal.”
“Yeah, yes,” Jason said, clearing his throat. “Was able to write at the first home I was in, tell him not to write anymore and that I wouldn’t be able to. I didn’t want him to worry when I just… stopped.”
Bruce gave one of his odd hums.
Jason waited as Bruce flipped through the letters again before he set them down carefully and gave Jason his full attention. “Do you want to invite Danny to come visit?”
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