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mtgpocketrealm · 2 months
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Pocket Realms Concept
This is a dumb little project I decided to start where I write about a little homebrew plane for mtg.
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(credit: u/IAmTheClayman)
The plane functionally is this image as seen above. 32 realms which are separated by color identity. I plan to utilize cards from the game to expand upon the various realms.
There are a handful of rules I have for myself, related to the cards used, but I don't think they are interesting enough to explain unless prompted. But do be warned that they do arbitrarily exist.
Due to these rules, as new cards come out in the game, some realms may change over time.
I honestly don't know how much anyone will care to read or interact with this. This post is meant to be the super super intro post.
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kaynes-secret-blog · 19 days
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Imagine a situation where
Arthur is definitely aromantic, like 0 romantic feelings, but after John and him get closer he actually starts to think that maybe he was wrong. He is actually feeling love for John, for the first time in his life he can say he is in love, it's weird but, he accepts it. He loves John.
Until John gets a body.
Once the separation occurs the love... Vanishes. It doesn't feel the same anymore. Arthur still love him but... The romantic feeling is not there anymore. John still loves him with all his newly beating heart.
And then they realize.
Arthur never really loved John like that, it was John. It was all John, his feeling bleeding into Arthur in their weird eldrich osmosis.
They're still friends. They have a QPR and all. But John pining gives me life I'm so sorry.
I'm a sucker for one-sided Jarthur. Honestly I might be projecting (onto Arthur).
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comics-and-fanworks · 7 months
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The Bird Has a Question
Okay Hi, y'all so we've all seen Shadybug and Claw Noir right? Well, I Was curious about something, hear me out.
So Chat Noir means Black Cat right?
and Chat Blanc means White cat. Y'all following?
So now we have CLAW Noir, Black Claw.
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So, if this guy was akumatized, I guess into a hero or something, would he be
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What flavor do we think White Claw would be?
Anyway I thought about this dumb joke the other night and thought "lol" so here y'all go. I'm so sorry for this. Byeeeeee.
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aphsillyos · 1 month
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4am thoughts: wait wouldn't a q+e, w+w, e+w make for a better hwei cock and balls drawing
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spllwys · 16 days
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please i need some help. do vessel & the other members try to make heart hands (and fail) or is that shape something to do with jaws? i have seen both opinions and it is imperative (it's absolutely not tbh) that i know
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God, everybody hating on sweden winning. Saying that it is suspicious that Loreen won when the next year will be the 50th anniversary of ABBA are just sour. Do I belive Finland should have won? Yes. Can I accept that Sweden won? Yes. Am I biased because I'm Swedish? 100%. But will I throw a shitshow because the "wrong" person won? No.
Did Sweden win? Yes. But did Finland make a bigger impact on pop culture in general. 150%. It was a really good year for every country. Let's not fight, everybody was really good.
Did Finland get robbed? Absolutely 💯 %. But is tatto bad? No.
See all of you in Stockholm next year.
Happy Eurovision. I will see you all next year.
Love,
An avid watcher of eurovision.
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note-boom · 2 years
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I was thinking about BSD's female characters again (as one does) and being mildly frustrated that a lot of their trauma comes from being controlled by an outside male source....and then it hit me.
Almost EVERY BSD character has a past and trauma rooted in being controlled or having a lack of control.
Atsushi under the orphanage headmaster. Akutagawa under Dazai. Kyouka under Akutagawa (and keep in mind Koyou helped get her out in the end). Yosano under Mori. Kenji losing control after his best friend dying. Chuuya under the government and then the Port Mafia. Koyou losing control over her freedom thanks to the old boss. Ranpo having no control over his own self and having been isolated from the world. The Hunting Dogs under the government. Sigma under the DoA and the Book. Even Dazai a little (more on that later).....just this persistent theme of people not getting control over their lives.
And you know what that sounds like? Characters in a story being manipulated by an author.
We have this persistent theme of literature and writing and books throughout BSD, after all. And this incessant use of a character having a tragic past rooted in lack of control or losing control and being manipulated by some superior force screams (to me at least) literary imagery. And what's most interesting is that Dazai both is a character and a manipulator.
Of course he's not the only one pulling the strings, as we know. But he does eat up a BIG part of the narrative, I think...a character who previously had no will to seek out anything to do (and thus adopted the values or reasons of the people around him) trying to craft a narrative of his own after the death of his friend. A character essentially trying to become the author (the light novel Beast just makes me wonder more about this, tbh). But also one whose story is told through the stories of other characters.
And what I find interesting about that AND Beast with regards to Dazai is this page from Vol 17...
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People writing. The writer including their own self into the story. Being both a character AND an author and in that sense taking control of your own life and your circumstances....
I'm not sure where I'm going with all this, but I just wanted to really point out that part of a lot of the BSD characters' narratives have to do with this lack of control over their own lives....and we see the ADA full of people trying to take back control. Kunikida and his ideals, Yosano and her healing, Ranpo being the agency's core, Atsushi trying to save people, and Dazai trying to become the author in other people's lives if he can't be the author of his own (his inability to die, you know?).
So my question honestly is just what's the deal with that? Am I making mountains out of molehills or seeing themes and motifs that aren't there? And if not, what does the existence of the Book say about these characters struggling to write their own narratives? (Or the narratives of others, in Dazai's case). Just....literary imagery in BSD and the "toxic" relationship between the author and the character....
#yes my ponderings are always a bit of a stretch#blame my sleep deprived mind for that#im gonna make it even more a stretch though#by saying that koyou a female character helping kyouka write herself out of the control of others also feels literarily significant?#its the BOOKISH THEMES#the way all these characters seemed trapped under something greater that guides their actions#even mori with natsume's tri-something scheme#you ever wonder if natsume also kind of serves as an audience for the lives of the characters?#something something i am a cat being a book about a cat watching society go about in its nonsense#and something about the audience being able to influence the characters through their own interpretations#as i clearly am absurdly doing please forgive this#truth be told tho there are so many angles one could take on bsd and this is why ill always kick past me for getting into unfinished media#also yes this post came after me pondering the female characters post i reblogged (both of these are queued so no clue when it will appear)#of course there's a lot i havent considered...such as the postwar angle and philosophical one#man i think way too much about a stupid manga that decided to protect author thirst into a supernatural genre....#does this kind of poking about even fit the depth this manga is trying to go down to?#oh well i said what i said and this is ultimately a blog where i release my unhealthy fixation on bsd in attempts to calm it#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd musings#bsd theories#too lazy to tag all the characters#rambling in the tags sorry#bsd manga spoilers#manga spoilers#bsd spoilers#spitting nonsense#oh...tho shoutout to fitzgerald for the person controlling him being two women...dead daughter and wife#yup there's more in the reblogs because i have no self control
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alltimefail-sims · 6 months
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Okay I wasn't going to say anything but I can't take it any more. Can someone please tell me what the heck "Relight" is?
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Please. Anyone. It's literally everywhere I look
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m--bloop · 2 years
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Columbo (S07E02 - Murder Under Glass) The Godfather (1972) The Godfather Part II (1974)
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dangans-ur-ronpas · 3 months
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oh god the trial 2 scene is going to be like. five chapters as this pace. why....
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mtgpocketrealm · 1 month
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Map of Komas - 2
The next innermost ring is home to the so-called 'Dead Wastes'. The surface is thoroughly consumed by the Eldrazi, with craters and blistering holes as they dig through the ground to get at the mana crystals buried just underneath the surface. It is eerily quiet and seemingly lifeless at a glance. Though vast swaths of the area can be colorful, gravity-defying, geometric shapes; lakes of dust and ash; or even carapace and bone reluctantly growing from the ground. It is by no means uniform, nor would it be considered orderly, but all would agree that it is nothing more than a wasteland.
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The Dead Wastes
Consumed by the Eldrazi regardless of which temperature zone you talk about, the 'true' or 'greater' Eldrazi tend to be within these areas, spiraling inwards as far as they can and then outwards again once rebuffed in some manner. The conscripted howlpacks and their broods of horrors patrol this ring and often come into conflict with the humans who live here. Speaking of, the humans of this ring are very religious, believing the 'true' Eldrazi as avatars of different gods and the consumption they leave in their wake, which they call 'Remnant' the greatest of arms and armaments, which they ritualistically 'feed' crystalized mana to 'grow' or repair. One of their coming-of-age traditions involves the killing of a werewolf or one of their horrors once they've 'cultivated' their weapons and armor enough. Anyways, within the desert slice of the ring, there is no water. The sporadic violent winds erode the consumption of Ulamog's and Kozilek's brood, picking clean the trails of flesh and bone left by Emerakul's. In the temperate slices of the ring, water is rare but often poisoned by the passing of the Eldrazi. Within the arctic slice, however, freshly fallen snow can be uncontaminated, though it is just as likely to snow ash, iridescent colored snow, or blood, small organs, and bone fragments. Which, needless to say, is heavily contaminated from the consumption of the Eldrazi. Though the humans who live here have built up a resistance to the consumption of 'fleshy remnant'.
The skies of this ring are unique, compared to the rest of the realm inner realm. The clouds, rather than fluffy or wispy white are; low floating blobs of ash, dust, and soot floating through the wind; high up, yellow, unnaturally patterned clouds. As if they were each crafted from a form of yellow Bismuth and suspended in the air. Though, occasionally, they have a blueish, greenish, or reddish tinge to them; or they are fog banks of dark gray mist, which if you were to inspect closely, would not only have what appears to be larger beast of some sort in the center of it, but would also be insect sized twisted fleshbeasts comprising the entire fog.
The Pilgrim's Path
The lack of consistent water results in the humans having to frequently go on pilgrimages in the underground layer of the ring, small labyrinthine tunnels lined with dimly glowing crystalized mana. The crystals rebuild themselves over time but are often sought out by the Eldrazi, frequently and consistently enough that it can effectively be mapped and predicted, though the 'cycle' seems like nonsense to you or me. Sort of like how pi can be mapped and predicted, yet is nonrepeating. As these tunnels head inwards to the realm, they expand into expansive caverns, though this is a good sign that one is beginning to enter into the next ring of the realm.
Card Inspirations: Scavenger Grounds, Wastes (Kozilek and Ulamog), Snow-Covered Wastes, Promising Vein, Crystal Vein
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amethyst-allium · 2 years
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To Etho, it feels like every square inch of his front half is on fire.
It all happens so quickly that he barely has time to process what’s going on. One moment the air is being sucked out of his lungs and the next, he’s lying in the grass at spawn. 
There’s a loud ringing in his ears and a migraine pressing against his eyes when he finally wakes up. Sunshine beats down on his face and he can still feel the faint stinging of his skin across his front being incinerated.
He takes a slow, deep breath and readjusts himself. The stinging fades, the ringing quiets, but never truly leaves his head. 
Joel is an idiot, he thinks.
He gets to his feet and goes to find his things. This is their first death.
It feels like riding a rollercoaster the second time. Well. The pit in his stomach, moreso. Maybe a little of the thrill, but perhaps that’s just Etho’s penchant for ridiculousness. There’s always that moment of freefall right when your car has juuuust tipped over the edge. Right when your stomach flies up into your throat and takes your breath away. Like maybe you’ve barreled right into a wall. Or a carefully secured creeper blows your limbs off.
Then the doom sets in and you raise your hands and scream, either from delight or fear. Usually a little bit of both. That’s when things really kick off, your stomach drops and your body tingles from the rush of adrenaline. 
That’s how their second death feels. Like falling. 
It’s the hitting the ground part that gets Etho the most. The force of his body splattering against the dirt and grass. The impact. 
He can still feel the pressure when he wakes up, this time in his and Joel’s bed in the Relation Ship. He sucks in a breath and, trembling, gathers himself again. He can feel the sense of anguish in his partner as the gravity of their situation dawns on Joel. 
They’re red.
Etho realizes he has been gripping the sheets for a little too long now and the muscles in his fingers have tensed. Joel is apologizing profusely, but the ringing is back and Etho can barely make out his own thoughts, let alone Joel’s sputtering. 
He can taste death, he thinks.
It hides under his tongue, peeking out to watch the world spin. It’s metallic, not unlike blood, but not quite the same. It feels… 
Well, Etho would rather not think about that, and for once, he’s letting himself just not think. 
That was the thing about Etho, he was a thinker. Intelligent, tactical. Sure he loved to indulge in a bit of chaos here and there, okay maybe a little bit too frequently, but only ever just enough that nobody could really question why anybody would ever feel intimidated by him. Plus who wouldn’t want to indulge in a little bit of blowing things up for fun?
But death poked at him. Prodded with his emotions. It tastes Red, Etho thinks. He’s thinking again, and he thinks… wouldn’t it be fun to not think so much some more?
After all, Etho’s the one who’s gotten them this far. He’s the cautious one, the ‘Joel for the love of god use your shield’ guy. The ‘If you take damage I’m taking damage to remind you that this is a survival game, Joel’ dude. 
And wouldn’t it be nice to just… let go?
So he does. Etho closes his eyes and exhales slowly. He relaxes. Something shifts between them and even Joel grows silent. Etho’s always up for a little chaos, right?
Joel has gone completely stiff, Etho can feel it, and after a very long moment he slowly sits up. A small smile begins to prick at the corners of Joel’s cheeks. Etho leans back and puts his hands behind his head.
Death tastes like a little bit of fun, Etho thinks.
After all, he had not been able to play as a red life for very long, before. He had been a little too good at surviving as a green. And, well, see, Joel was a terrible green life. But he was also a very good red. 
Sure, he has a knack for dying quickly as a good little green, but when he’s allowed to become fully unhinged well.. That’s when the fun can begin, isn’t it? That’s where Joel shines the brightest and Etho recognizes this. It was a red Joel who ended his last series, wasn’t it? 
Perhaps it’s better to have him as a soulmate this time around, Etho thinks.
Joel’s smile has grown wider by now and Etho can just hear the cogs turning and the schemes being planned. 
They have sand and paper and … oh it’s going to be so much fun! 
“Etho.”
“Yes, Joel?” Etho does not look up from his position, resting against their headboard.
“I think, maybe we should get our things back. What do you say?” There’s something a little sinister wrapping around his words and even though Joel is speaking them, Etho can taste them on his own tongue, and they taste quite familiar.
Metallic. Almost like blood, but not quite.
Etho smiles, a small, delighted smile. 
“That’s a lovely idea, Joel. Just lovely.”
Joel is brilliant, he thinks.
They’re going to have fun, he thinks.
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supebarbie · 9 months
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Gorillaz fans pls stop making Paula insufferable in ur content…
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pepprs · 2 years
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omg. bashing my head into the wall rn
#sorry ive been posting so much i just ummmmmmmmm. horrors. you know. like this is a ridiculousl little spiral to be on given what is#happening in the larger sense.. quite frankly an unhelpful one too. but i would like to salvage the bridge. because if i don’t it will#crumble into the fucking abyss. i would like to salvage the bridge and why are * and * giving me signals that i shouldn’t. LMAO. like you#don’t get a monopoly on * i barely know the * and god damn it this is my last fucking chance. let me have this. i have the tassel pic but i#want the * pic too you know. like let’s go on an adventure. pleaseeee please please please. i need to do this ithink. lol#purrs#this literalt feels like memories of bei ng… like idk the specifics i don’t remember them. but me fucking screaming hysterically and#begging and crying and pulling at moms clothes and her just walking away stonefaced and angry and blistering hot and cold at the same time.#i feel that samw hopelessness and despair and desperation to just do whatever i can to get her back. and i know it won’t work but i want to#anyway and today I feel a little hated for it but it’s probably that we’re all depressed and no one is coping well and no one knows how to s#support each other because we never fucking thought we’d have to deal with this. the LITERAL hell of it all. i hate * for putting us in this#stupid shitty position but i also want to talk to * so fucking bad and try to make it right. i don’t know. i wish i didn’t feel like a#helpless fucking kid here and it’s her fault. like not to pronoun drop but it literally. is all her fault. and i want to forgive her i know#this is fucking hard for her too but i am just so HURT and i hate what this is doing to us. want to smash my head into the wall so bad omggg#me (on the verge of tears): i’ll be around if you want to talk later. redacted: seen 9:40 pm. LMAO 💀💀💀💀💀
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greencorncube · 1 year
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i was today years old when i found out toy house was a website and not a pronoun
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kinardbuckley · 1 year
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tagged by @fatedbuck
(honestly not sure what to do here so i'm just gonna list 10 characters i like. sorry if i messed it up. also these aren't in any specific order)
eddie diaz
wanda maximoff
tk strand
mazikeen
eleanor shellstrop
raymond holt
kirsten clark
mabel mora
juliette fairmont
alex russo
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