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pippyparty · 18 hours
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ok uum! i really wanna change my name to piploopsy.. itz juzt pip + lalaloopsy mixed together but it meanz a lot more to me than pippyparty becauze ive alwayz loved to collect lalaloopsy dollz ever zince i waz little and itz my favorite doll line ever :3 pippyparty iz juzt a zilly name for pip with party added at the end which iz cute but it juzt doeznt really mean anything to me and iznt az zpecial to me anymore.. but um pleaze let me know your thoughtz! what do you think of piploopsy,,
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pyralart · 8 months
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I don't think Belos is taking it very well
First part (You are here) >> Next Part
First batch of this little series, inspired by @petitprincess1's idea! I couldn't get this scenario out of my head so of course I drew it.
Get ready because it will have at least 8 pages! Probably my longest comic yet
There will be some angst but the violence will overall be canon-typical!
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simonrillleyyysss · 3 months
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girl dad graves who: cried when he first laid eyes on his girl, cooing to her softly as you laid on the bed, tired and blissfully watching the two of them, how could you not? the big war criminal, now sitting on the chair with his baby in his arms. girl dad graves who: takes his girl shopping, your coming along obviously— but he lets his toddler drag him around the store to point at different items of clothing, tugging at his arm! spends all of his money on her, how could he not?? he loves spoiling her!!
“daddy, this one!”
“looks gorge’, baby.”
girl dad graves who: sits on the small stool in his sugars room, hunched over the bright pink table—small plastic teacup in hand, pinkie turned upwards as she talked to him, listening to his babygirl babble away.
“daddy! drink the tea! yummy?”
she questioned, watching the blonde make a fake slurping sound, nodding his head as he hummed in faux approval.
“oh, that’s amazing, darlin’, real good tea, your mama’help y’make it?”
“nuh-uh! s’all me.”
girl dad graves who: sits in the livingroom, your hand holding his hair back as the girls chubby fingers dabbed splotchy foundation onto his face, his lips bright pink with lipstick, eyebrows black with eyeliner.
“oh, just how pretty is your daddy now?”
“very!”
the toddler didn’t hesitate to then accidentally shove the brush in his mouth.
girl dad graves who: sits on the sofa, toddler sat on his lap and dog curled beneath them—chin pressed atop her head as his arms wrapped around her, watching her colour in book contently; yapping to him about how you took her shopping earlier, how you let her play with the dog in the garden, how you bought her new toys!
girl dad graves who: walks his girl to her first day of school, last day of school, graduation, and eventually up the aisle.
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ourravenboys · 11 months
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women’s hockey continues to be the gayest and most entertaining sport
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letssofia3006 · 8 months
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All right, little update before I sumerge myself into the pain of learning how to animate fire.
Cuz this is the next scene in my check list and I'm both excited and scared 😭
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imsosocold · 1 year
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Belos looks so genuine.
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I really wish there was more dialogue like this.
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He takes time to process what she said, we get to see the hurt sink in.
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Look at that form.
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nerves-nebula · 2 years
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OK SO THIs is probably just my generally morbid, violent thought pattern, but did anyone else think “oh hes going to try to drown himself/Belos”
To me, the slow way he was struggling to the side of the water, the way he kept listing all the things he wants (or wanted) to do, this big speech, like I didn’t think it was actually gonna HAPPEN but my immediate thought was “oh yeah, well, sometimes you do have to kill yourself to get the goop in your blood to stop possessing you. it happens :/”
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You know what I said it in the tags earlier but I’m gonna say it out loud now because I love being doomed by the narrative.
Obviously, Belos doesn’t care about the grimwalkers too much anymore. Doesn’t seem to do much except use them as child soldiers and, I dunno, feel some sort of twisted joy out of making “Caleb” work against witches.
But that’s just it. Some part of him cares, just a little bit, because he keeps making grimwalkers from his brother. And, clearly, he didn’t just make them on a whim. Belos wanted Caleb back. He still wants Caleb back. He wants to kill everything that made Caleb leave him, from a palisman to an entire society. He was already going to kill Hunter for betraying him, but he wanted to make it violent after realizing how close the similarities came to Caleb’s ‘betrayal.’
Belos wants Caleb back. The solution? Make a grimwalker. That doesn’t work. They don’t look the same. They don’t act the same. Even when he tries to mold them to be, he kills them. Why?
Because Belos killed Caleb simply for the act of being Caleb. No matter what he does, the fact will always be that Caleb is someone who learned to love a witch and live with magic, and those are things he had to kill him for. If he made a grimwalker exactly like Caleb, they’d always wind up six feet under.
He can’t make a “better” Caleb, either. To make a “better” Caleb is to make someone who isn’t Caleb. There is no “better version.” There’s only Caleb, and not-Caleb. Even if the grimwalker was perfect, if they were everything Belos wanted the two of them to be, they wouldn’t be Caleb. Because the real Caleb doesn’t think like Belos. So, it’s not Caleb, and he kills them.
Every single Golden Guard was destined to die because of something they couldn’t control. It wasn’t because they all betrayed, or because Belos despised them, or he because got bored. It was because he was trying to get his brother back. A brother who would stay forever, who would agree with his actions, who would love him unconditionally, all at the same time.
And that brother doesn’t exist.
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pippyparty · 3 months
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do yuo guyz think damien can read or no
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aroacemisha · 2 years
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The Wittebane brothers struggled to fit in with their town, and both were offered a different society by the Demon Realm.
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And so was Luz.
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But while Caleb and Luz embraced the Demon Realm and the freedom it offered them, and they found a family for themselves,
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Philip rejected that freedom. But not only did he reject it, he took it away from Caleb too.
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And he almost took it away from Luz.
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He didn’t allow himself to enjoy the freedom the Boiling Isles offered, and he wouldn’t let them do it either. He didn’t allow himself to figure out his own identity and find a purpose in life beyond fulfilling his society’s expectations to a tee, and he wouldn’t let them either.
And no matter how firmly he believes in his own righteousness, all these years later, he’s still haunted by what he did to Caleb.
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As much as he’s convinced he’s right, it doesn’t take away the pain of killing his brother - his only friend and only family - with his own hands, and then going through an endless cycle of cloning him over and over again to try and create the idealized version of him he made up in his mind.
And all these years later, he’s still imitating what Caleb used to look like back in the Human Realm. He still wears his coat, and he grew his hair out to have it in a ponytail.
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He ruined his own life and defined himself around a single purpose he now desperately clings to, because he has nothing else left. He doesn’t have friends or a family because he destroyed that himself, and he doesn’t have a home either - the Human Realm he knew is long gone. All he can do now is either continue his work as a witch hunter, or die. He doesn’t know what else to do with himself, and it’s far too late for him to turn back, so he’s stuck in this prison he built for himself.
While Caleb died long ago, Luz made it out alive.
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She has a family. She has friends. She has a home. She has hopes and dreams, and she has something to do. She didn’t define herself around a single purpose, and she allowed herself to experiment. She refused to let society define her identity or her purpose for her, and she helped others break free as well - be it refusing to conform to societal norms, or standing up to or escaping from an abusive parent.
Philip chose conformity, while Caleb and Luz chose freedom. Caleb’s time in this world was cut short, but Luz continues to live on and fight for others to have freedom too.
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pyralart · 1 year
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I've always thought he acted like a child...
Also killing him isn't enough, I want to see him break down and cry.
I made a part two!
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simonrillleyyysss · 3 months
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Omg hi!! Hope your day/ night is going well!! Idk if your requests are open right now, so you can’t totally ignore this if they aren’t, but if they are can I please request some soft sex with graves??
Idk why but I like to think that even though he’s a bit rough around the edges, he’d try to be so gentle with you!! But that might just be me 🤭🤭🤭
MEWOWOWOW i love graves
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this man has such a good pokerface—he’s so sarcastic and teasing to everyone outside of your bedroom, always mocking and cracking mean jokes; he acts so rough too!! always manhandling everyone, someone does something wrong in training? he’s grabbing their limb and twisting it roughly to ‘fix it’
but in the bedroom? you expect him to be so rough!! and i mean; he can be, and usually is, but now??
he’s sat between your thighs, gently licking soft stripes of spit along your wet cunt, fingers ever-so-gently separating your folds apart, soft hums and grumbled vibrating his lips :(( takes his time!! your gently combing his hair back and sighing, back arching up off the bed with a soft whine and yelp!!
‘that’s it, sugar.. use yerself’ on my mouth, yeah?’
‘oh—jesus, phil.. you’re perfect..’
he chuckles, plush lips gently suckling on your twitching clit, your eyes rolling back as his tongue flattened against it, bobbing his head up and down, nose pressing against your pubic hair!!
will devour you.
is gentle??surprisingly??like??who??
eases his dick into you slowly, blankets thrown over the both of you as the darkness outside engulfed most of your room—save for your lamp on your bedside locker, shining light upon your face; the one philip adored so much, lips tangling with yours while his hips pumped into yours, soft mewls leaving you, moans and whispers leaving his!!!
‘oh—love you so much, prettygirl..’
muffled by your lips, your hands moved to dump his jaw, thumb running across the scar haunting his cheekbone, gently kissing the torn skin; huffing.
‘philip—oh my..s’too much..’
‘s’never—jeeessusss—s’never too much.’
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"Drac mort, roses de sang, el cavaller lluny, però el seu cor? El seu cor en la mà de la princesa on es va quedar fins l'últim estel es va desfer."
Dragon death, roses of blood, and the knight away, but his heart? His heart was in the hand of the princess where it stayed until the last kite melted.
And you have to go because they need you, yes, yes! But god, let me keep something of you, some dirt, some hair, some skin, something to bury when I'm older when you're gone. Gone.
In Catalunya the 23 of April is "Sant Jordi" or Saint Gorge which is like our "Valentine's Day" where roses are gifted to loved ones (the knight gifting the rose to the princess as the legend says) and books. (since it's the date that Cervantes, Shakespeare and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega died.)
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A book stand in la Rambla, Barcelona (photography by Jordi Borràs)
And it's one of my favourite festivities it's fun, it's silly, the children do Caramelles which it's a whole other dealt, but it's hilarious to do as a child and to look back as an adult.
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Ball de Bastons de Canye, 2012 (photography by Nil Rider)
Els balls de bastons make me who I am and a dangerous child with two clubs and no fear of death.
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ALSO THE SANT JORDI PA! HEAVEN! God, I love bread-
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Luz's early idolization of Philip in elsewhere and elsewhen came from the fact that as far she knew he was the only other human to ever live on the boiling isles, and Luz's only wish this entire time was, subconsciously...to be understood
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[ID: the horse on a beach meme with Gus Porter from the owl house in place of the horse, looking blankly into the sea with "Man" in impact font at the top. End ID]
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kirjavas · 2 years
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i’m always thinking about how philip pullman could have written a story about a rebel scientist carving his way through dimensions; a father who has taught himself not to be a parent, all while dealing with the inhumane aspects of achieving a good goal. knowing that the path he has taken is not black and white. or a story about a too-late mother battling her entire belief system and realising what it means to love despite how detached she is from her own sense of self. a story about an ex-nun devoting her life to science before her world is upturned by the idea that religion might not be finished with her yet, that physics and faith can intertwine just like the particles she studies. the kind of tale for superheroes and people wanting to be great rather than good.
but he chose to write three books from the perspective of two children, caught up in something complicated and terrifying beyond their imagination, who simply choose to be brave and good to one another.
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imsosocold · 1 year
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TOH took the statement “ curb stomp fascists to death” literally.
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