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home-phoenix · 3 years
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perspecivemage · 3 years
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There where softer areas to the surface where it bowed under Troku’s weight and caused some of the paint to crack and flake. The only support to the bottom seemed to be from some beams that are spaced out more than you would want for a floor, but it still held strong if a little bouncy.
After entering the room the pull on the marble was much stronger. Strong enough that it might even roll on it’s own should it be let go of. It was being drawn toward the far wall of the room.
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cryptic-oats · 3 years
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Art studies, woot!
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booksandpusssy · 3 years
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Let me disappear inside you
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ladybuvelle · 3 years
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//What if they made it so you can exchange a number of hex keys for a chest? If they did how many would you think is fair?
// I really wish that were a thing... but honestly? I’m not sure how to calculate what the value would have to be, and I’m certainly don’t have the energy to figure it out.
BUT if I had to ballpark guess, Riot would make it stupid. Like 50 someodd keys or whatever. Enough that for the average player it would be really dumb, because most people don’t... only play support lmao
If -I- had the say, maybe 20 keys? That feels... slightly reasonable to me, though I always get fucking mad when you get a champion shard out of a box. :|
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ionian-fervor · 4 years
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perspecivemage replied to your post: // League of Legends says trans rights,...
But is that trans rights, or aptain America?
// As a professional Tran, I know my rights when I see them : ‘ )
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eikon-whisperer · 6 years
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She’s Not Afraid Anymore
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If Sam knew that there was anyone she could talk to about the events that unfolded with her family, it would be her friend Vern. This meant travelling to one of the few places that she hated travelling to, Piltover.
She kept her hood up, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Using her new profound skills, she tried her best to track down the male through seeing his magical aura. The female wondered up and down streets, but still no luck and was starting to get weary looks, she ignored these and kept going.
Her search took her outside of the city, where it was starting to get dark, however very faintly she started seeing a magical aura. Carefully she approached the aura she saw and soon enough noticed that is was indeed Vern. “What are you doing out here at this time? I finally found you.”
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zezezz · 3 years
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perspective drawing<3°
@zeynsartt adıyla Instagram'dayım. Fotoğraf ve videolarımı takip etmek için uygulamayı yükle. https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=qz8bs6m7zezx&utm_content=iic2c79
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ehfarsworld · 3 years
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◎1つの観点でものをみないこと
It's important to see things from a different perspective.
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estag0 · 3 years
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WORK DAY 14 
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animalsoutloud · 3 years
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From the beginning of our lives, we are told that some animals are to be loved and some animals are food. We are told that dogs and cats are pets while the value of cows, pigs, and chickens are in how much of their bodies can be used. We are brought up looking at animals through this lens and it becomes so ingrained in our thinking. Let’s end this cycle of discrimination of animals and see that all of them are sentient and wonderful living beings.
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singulos · 3 years
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Continued from here: Another day, another group of mercenaries sent by some unknown benefactor to kill him and take Zeta’s mask. Troku lived a very charming life, didn’t he? He wasn’t afraid, however. Many of these men were just civilians who decided to become criminals. Not one had military training or even basic combat sense. They fought wild, hard and sloppy. The only thing off about them was some of their equipment. Some of it made him feel ill and woozy, other’s almost made him lose his balance.  But again, a stick in a normal man’s hand is just a stick. Despite the weapons and tools that seemed design to capture him, they couldn’t land anything. He broke bones, sliced veins and even impaled a heart of two. He wasn’t concerned about them.  He was taking down what he thought was the last of them when he heard a high pitch sound and then a sudden boom like a cannon going off. He turned to see the remnants of the sniper’s weapon fall to the ground as the sniper himself fell and struck his head on a large rock at the base of the tree, killing him instantly. Truth walked over cautiously, looking around to ensure there were no more. When he was sure he was safe. He examined the weapon, unsure of what exactly it was or it’s function, and his eyes found the glass projectile that had done the damage and saved his life.  He immediately noticed how it felt like the projectile was pulling him and he decided to follow, wondering who had helped him with such devastating effect.
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perspecivemage · 3 years
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Previously
The rock clattered to the surface below and a couple echos where heard slightly later like a large open areas might be somewhere out of sight.
The room itself was mostly unremarkable with the walls and bottom being painted the same color and the top being plain wood. Most notable there is some furniture stuck to the top and toward the right of the room. There is a table and stool that seem like they where made of the wood their stuck to along with a worn chair. Toward the left there is a rectangular section of the top that looks discolored like it had another piece of furniture there, but is now vacant.
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summoner-renzus · 6 years
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starter - perspecivemage
It was hard for Renzus to admit that he’d been forced into a corner, but here he was, in a literal corner, and running out of options.
Bilgewater was, as always, a relatively unwelcoming place, but this time the Crow could not blame them from being outright hostile. One of the island’s coves served as a hiding spot for one particular crew’s prized loot, and they were none to happy that an intruder had found it. Normally, Renzus would have no qualms simply blasting his way out with arcane fire, but the Crow realized that the contents of the crates were highly volatile chemicals headed for Zaun; any errant bolt of lightning could ignite any one of them, and the resultant explosion would be catastrophic.
He might not even survive.
The shadows were his ally, but even those were running thin. The corsairs had brought up fresh stockpiles of torches, and their search for Renzus was about to bear fruit. With his weapon out of ammunition and his mana reserves dwindling, the First Crow braced himself for the fight of his life. As he did so, however, a thought sprung unbidden to his mind; a small trinket, offered to him by an eccentric space-bending mage, with the promise of immediate aid should the trinket be broken.
Renzus didn’t think he’d actually need it. But now was as good a time as any. Quietly, he snapped the item in his fist, and waited for the assistance he was promised.
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legacyofheart-blog · 6 years
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perspecivemage replied to your post: ((listen, I’m back from Munich so I COULD get down...
// Sends you digital snax to help keep you properly fed by making you go get full meals instead of junk food because you already have the snax.
thanks :D I am home so now I have husband to keep me fed properly and keep me in the bed instead of at work <3
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ladybuvelle · 6 years
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perspecivemage replied to your post: <I’m just going to call Taric “Chester” from now...
//So then where is his eye bone? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
<I-... what?>
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