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rising-defiance-au · 4 months

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Ngl mugman looks like he just got to Arkham asylum but I’m totally living for it💖💖💖💖

Who doesn't love a lil ol' psychopathic arsonist? 🥰

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ashciz · 5 months

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My man looks like a cup-gorilla-raccoon hybrid. But somehow he's beautiful. 💀

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raurquiz · 7 months

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#happybirthday #lindahamilton #actress #sarahconnor #theterminator #terminator2 #judgmentday #darkfate #dantespeak #HillStreetBlues #BlackMoonRising #BeautyandtheBeast #MissinginAmerica #HomebyChristmas #Chuck #Defiance #LostGirl #Curvature #EasyDoesIt #ResidentAlien #Claws

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paranoart · 1 year

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I think I'm going to try to post here more often. Everyone here is so chill now, haha

Here's a bunch of sketches and warmups of the MB and RAID cast.

#monster boy (comic)#rise above in defiance #RAID (comic)#sketches #doodles

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grandersonauthor · 1 year

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Phoenix - A Poem #9

A Phoenix rises from the ashes,Its golden feathers glowing in the dawn,Crimson flames flicker in its eyes,As it spreads its mighty wings and soars.Renewed by fire, the Phoenix takes flight,Its graceful movements a symphony of light,A symbol of rebirth, a creature of might,It casts a stunning silhouette against the bright.A creature of legend, born anew,With every ending, the Phoenix comes…

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#blogging #Darkness #defiance #fantasy #Inspiration #Life #love #motivation #mystery #poetry #random #rising above #story

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heart-songs · 1 year

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We fight battles with our minds. We wield words as weapons shout and repeat them—if we must with freedom-stained lips. We will not be discouraged. We will not rest. We will shatter that glass ceiling watch it rain down on all those who have been erasing our names from history from science, from the arts, those who have taken credit for our ideas, our inventions our ingenuity, those who seek to silence us in every possible way and have only succeeded in magnifying our voice.

-Cora Finch

#poetry #international women's day #women's history month #feminism #feminist poetry #struggle #fight #defiance #strength #empowerment #rise up #unity #my writing #cora finch #heartsongs #poem #153 #we will not rest

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elisaenglish · 2 years

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Burn me alive, if you will. But it’s not my place to bear your consequence, nor sins as damning precedent, or no—sacrificial lies I’m not, your victim...

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enchantingepics · 2 months

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Story Prompt 44

In a city cloaked in shadows and secrets, there existed a group of friends who danced on the edge of the law. They moved like shadows in the night, their laughter a blend of mischief and recklessness. But beneath their camaraderie lay a darker truth - a heinous crime committed on a fateful evening that would bind them together in ways they never imagined.

It was a night like any other, the air thick with anticipation and the streets alive with whispered promises. The friends gathered, their hearts pounding in unison as they embarked on a dangerous escapade. Among them stood a figure, the quiet observer who would unknowingly become the linchpin of their fate.

As they ventured deeper into the night, their actions spoke louder than words. They were rebels without a cause, seeking thrills in the darkness that threatened to consume them. And when the moment of reckoning came, it was the quiet one who found themselves behind the wheel, a silent accomplice to the chaos that ensued.

But as the sirens wailed and the handcuffs clicked into place, there was no protest, no defiance. For in the eyes of society, they were all guilty by association, bound by the threads of loyalty and betrayal.

The trial passed like a blur, the weight of their actions heavy upon their shoulders. Yet amidst the whispers of condemnation, there remained a sense of solidarity among them. They had chosen their path, and together they would face the consequences.

As they emerged from the courthouse, the world outside seemed to blur into a haze of flashing lights and probing questions. The quiet one, their gaze unwavering, met the glare of a journalist with a smirk.

"For our cause," they declared, their voice cutting through the chaos, "it was worth it."

And so, as they were ushered into the darkness of confinement, their journey had only just begun.

Years passed like grains of sand slipping through an hourglass, and the once-forgotten friends found themselves thrust into a world that bore little resemblance to the one they left behind. Technology had advanced, society had changed, and they were but relics of a bygone era.

Yet amidst the chaos, they found a glimmer of hope. For in the ashes of their past, they discovered a new purpose - to defy the very system that had cast them aside. And as they stood on the threshold of freedom once more, they knew that their journey was far from over.

"Looks like we're the villains now," one of them remarked, their voice tinged with bitter irony.

"But maybe," another replied, their gaze fixed on the horizon, "it's time for the villains to save the world."

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sylphfated · 3 months

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in character tags

♡. ic ⁄ ⁄ mortal but soulless .

♡. aesthetic ⁄ ⁄ law of the earth .

♡. thoughts ⁄ ⁄ rule of the beasts .

♡. visage ⁄ ⁄ dreamers dream until they don't .

♡. v.01 ( main ) ⁄ ⁄ half the man i used to be .

♡. v.02 ( final fantasy ) ⁄ ⁄ in defiance of bahamut .

♡. v.03 ( kingdom hearts ) ⁄ ⁄ cutting wings off butterflies .

♡. v.04 ( star rail ) ⁄ ⁄ i will rise & i will survive .

♡. about ⁄ ⁄ a two step in the blood bath .

#♡. ic ⁄ ⁄ mortal but soulless .#♡. aesthetic ⁄ ⁄ law of the earth .#♡. thoughts ⁄ ⁄ rule of the beasts .#♡. visage ⁄ ⁄ dreamers dream until they don't .#♡. v.01 ( main ) ⁄ ⁄ half the man i used to be .#♡. v.02 ( final fantasy ) ⁄ ⁄ in defiance of bahamut .#♡. v.03 ( kingdom hearts ) ⁄ ⁄ cutting wings off butterflies .#♡. v.04 ( star rail ) ⁄ ⁄ i will rise & i will survive .#♡. about ⁄ ⁄ a two step in the blood bath .

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chocopokkie · 17 days

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Alastor x Fem! Reader Getting Caught in the Act NSFW

It was one of those rare moments when you and Alastor found yourselves alone in the bustling chaos of the Hotel. Amidst fulfilling various requests for Charlie, Vaggie, and other residents, you two managed to steal away into Alastor's room. As the door closed behind you, a hush settled over the room, filled only with the crackling of distant fires and the occasional echo of laughter from the lobby.

In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Alastor's crimson eyes gleamed with a playful spark as he moved on top of you on his bed, his presence casting a captivating aura around him. You felt the weight of his gaze as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Oh, my sweet doe," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress against your skin. "It seems I've been neglecting you. However, can I make it up to you?" His breath danced across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned in, his hands lightly restraining yours, pinning them down on either side of your head.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his gaze, the intensity of his stare igniting a fierce longing within you. "Alastor," you breathed, the sound barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "Just being here with you is enough."

But he shook his head, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Nonsense, my dear. I intend to spoil you thoroughly," he replied, his voice low and husky with promise. "Tell me, what is it that you desire?" His lips curved into a smirk, a challenge glinting in his gaze as he awaited your response.

"I want you..." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, the words tinged with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I don't think I heard you!" Alastor teased, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "I can't give you what you want unless you properly tell me." Crimson eyes dancing with amusement as he awaited your response, his hands still gently holding yours in place, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of anticipation coursing through you.

"Please... I want y-you!" you say, your voice now laced with more confidence, the words spilling forth from your lips with a newfound determination.

"There we go! Now, was that so hard?" Alastor chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he savored your response.

You roll your eyes at his condescending tone, a smirk playing on your lips as you meet his gaze with defiance. But before you can retort, he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into oblivion as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch, the heat of his embrace enveloping you in a blissful haze.

His hands leave yours and roam around your body, tracing every curve and contour with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. There's an urgency in his movements, a hunger that matches your own, as he explores every inch of your being with a reverence that leaves you breathless. His burning touch sets your body ablaze with a newfound arousal you hadn't felt in a while, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume all reason and restraint. Each caress, each whispered promise, only serves to fuel the flames of desire that rage between you.

Alastor wastes no time in removing your clothes, his movements swift, as if he had been longing for this moment as much as you. "Oh, little fawn, you're so perfect," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of appreciation as he admires your naked form, his intense gaze tracing every curve and contour with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze. You feel exposed beneath his penetrating stare, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks as you squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.

His hands reach lower to your nether regions, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across your skin as he slides a finger over your folds, already sopping wet with anticipation. "My, my dear, already this wet for me?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal as he revels in the sight before him.

"Shut-shut up," you retort breathlessly, your words barely coherent as desire clouds your mind and steals your breath away. But any further protest is lost as he dips a finger inside of you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins. With agonizing slowness, he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, each movement deliberate and measured, drawing out the exquisite torture of anticipation.

"How rude you are, maybe I should stop?" he threatens darkly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as his smile widens, teasing you with the prospect of withholding his touch.

"NO! Okay, I'm sorry!" you say loudly, desperation lacing your voice as you realize the gravity of your words. Panic floods your senses as he removes his fingers from your dripping core, leaving you achingly empty, the absence of his touch a cruel reminder of the pleasure denied.

"Alright then, let me hear you then," he says absentmindedly, his fingers deftly unzipping his pants before pulling out his hard cock, the sight leaving you breathless with anticipation.

"Huh? Hear what?" you reply, a knot of apprehension forming in the pit of your stomach as you pray that he wouldn't say what you think he's going to say.

"Beg for it, my dear," he states firmly, his voice laced with expectation as he gazes down at you, waiting for your response. "I need to hear you beg before I give you anything." The challenge in his eyes sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you, mingled with a sense of vulnerability as you contemplate what he's asking of you.

"P-please.." you mumble quietly, your face flushing with embarrassment as you struggle to voice your desires.

"Please what?" he quips back in a teasing tone, his gaze lingering on you expectantly. "Say it properly or you get nothing."

"Please, Alastor, I need you to fuck me," you finally manage to articulate, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea.

Finally hearing what he wanted, Alastor lets out a low chuckle, his amusement evident in the glint of his eyes. "That's my good girl~" he purrs, his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Before you can fully comprehend his words, he moves driving himself into you with a sharp thrust that steals the breath from your lungs, plunging you into a whirlwind of ecstasy and desire.

"That's it, that's my good girl taking me so well~," he mutters, his voice a low growl of satisfaction as he continues to thrust in and out of you with a delicious pace, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

With each powerful thrust, he delves deeper, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic dance of desire that threatens to consume you both. You cling to him desperately, lost in the intoxicating haze of pleasure as he drives you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

Suddenly, the door opens without any warning, and in strides Vaggie, "Alastor, Charlie needs your help with- OH WHAT THE FUCK," she exclaims, her voice trailing off as her eyes widen in disbelief at the sight before her.

"I-I, we uh," you stammer, desperately trying to find the right words to explain yourselves, but before you can utter another syllable, Alastor beats you to it. "Don't you know it's rude to enter without permission?" he growls menacingly, his crimson eyes flashing with irritation as an ominous red "X" appears on his forehead.

As quick as Vaggie had interrupted, she was gone, swallowed up by black tendrils that wrapped around her, pulling her out of the room with a forceful yank and slamming the door shut with a resounding bang, the lock clicking into place.

"Now, where were we~" Alastor purrs, his gaze shifting back to you with a hunger that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins, the interruption only serving to heighten the intensity of the moment.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #fanfic #short story #smut #hazbin hotel smut #lemon #alastor smut

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willowbelle · 21 days

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Aim to Tease

❤︎ roronoa zoro x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: dom!zoro, bratty!reader, dick-riding, cervix kisses.

summary: your playful defiance leaves zoro no choice but to bounce you up and down himself ;)

(aka zoro lifts you up & drops you down on his dick)

word count: ~900

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise @3v37773 @laylaloves-ed @shamblespirate @lowkeycasanova @maddddstuff @fanaticsnail

Aim to Tease

Your trembling fingers trace the scar weaving its way across his sturdy chest; enticing in its ambiguity, emitting a quiet aura of danger, dedication, strength.

A quivering doe in the claws of a deep-forest tiger; do you even have a chance?

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You’re on top tonight, a position out of place, out of practice, for you and the swordsman.

Normally, he's the one who assumes control, his dominant presence asserting itself in every aspect of your intimacy. He's accustomed to being the one on top, guiding and directing the flow of your sex with a calloused, but steady hand.

You've often sensed his reluctance to relinquish that position of power, his desire to maintain control in all aspects of your relationship. It's not out of selfishness, but rather a need to maintain a sense of authority—a need to ensure that you never forget who holds the reins.

And yet, tonight is different. Tonight, he allows you to take the lead, to assert your own desires without interference. It's a subtle gesture, but one that speaks volumes about his trust in you, his willingness to let his guard down.

Even as you move with tentative uncertainty, he remains steadfast beneath you, his presence a silent reminder of his domineering tendencies.

His hands may rest lightly on your hips, guiding and steadying your movements, but it's clear that he's still the one in control.

In the flickering light of the candles, you catch a glimpse of his sharp, dominating eyes, a silent reassurance that his relinquishing of control is a choice, not a weakness.

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Amidst the darkness of the night, it's the soft, flickering dance of the scattered candles that delicately illuminates your face, casting it in a warm, intimate glow. The window is cracked, allowing a hint of sea breeze to weave its way into the room, blending effortlessly with the sweet scent of melting wax.

You’re moving up and down on his length slowly, carefully, earning low groans of pleasure from the man beneath you. Each time you rise and fall, his eyes never leave yours. They’re sharp and lust-filled as he gazes up at you, a constant presence, as if guiding your every move with a mere glance.

The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow upon his features, accentuating the sharp angles of his face and the intensity of his gaze. It's a sight that both captivates and intimidates you, fueling your desire to please him in every way possible.

Mischief nips at your conscience, and try as you might to ignore its bite-marks, it’s far too relentless, bleeding and unavoidable, now.

You place your hands on Zoro’s chest before halting the movements of your hips, fully settling down on his cock, daring him to rise to the challenge.

His reaction is immediate, a subtle shift in his expression as your movements cease. His sharp gaze, previously clouded with ecstasy, narrows slightly in curiosity.

“What are you doing?” the swordsman rasps through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with both annoyance and intrigue.

"Stopping," you reply with playful defiance, crossing your arms and holding his gaze with unwavering confidence.

It's a simple act of rebellion, a test of his unparalleled authority and a challenge to see how far you can push him.

"Oh yeah?" he grins wolfishly, his eyes glinting with a primal intensity as his grasp tightens on your hips. His fingers dig into your skin with a possessive grip, a bruising assertion of his power.

"Yeah," you say playfully, a smirk playing on your lips as you bite down gently on the tender flesh.

His hands slide up to grip your waist firmly, his touch sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through your body.

"Stopping? That's fine," he snickers lowly, something new simmering beneath his eyes.

With a confident strength, he begins to lift you up on his length. The ease with which he handles you, as if you’re weightless, floods your cheeks with warmth, igniting a fiery blush that betrays your arousal.

“I’m not, though.”

With a sudden release of his grip on your waist, Zoro effectively drops you back down onto his length, impaling you with his cock in one swift motion. The depth at which his tip strikes your sweet spot is electrifying, eliciting an involuntary wail of pleasure from your lips and sending your senses reeling.

He raises you up again, sending a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins, your senses heightened in anticipation of the impact.

“Zor-” you begin to whine, but he slams you back down, his cock penetrating you with an unyielding force. You’re gasping for air, your body surrendering to the raw power of the man beneath you.

"You were saying?" Zoro interjects playfully, his voice thick with amusement as he interrupts your whine.

In this relentless dance of dominance and submission, you find yourself completely at his mercy; every lift and drop orchestrated by his strength and control, leaving no doubt as to who holds the power.

“Mmm, f-fuck, Zoro,” you mewl out, letting your head lull back as you allow the power-hungry swordsman to have his way with you.

“That’s what,” Zoro groans smugly, punctuating his words as he lifts and drops you once more, “I thought.”

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rising-defiance-au · 28 days

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-gives Kent a cute kitten- here’s your new best friend

No fluffy friends for Kent! He prefers em slimy!

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ashciz · 28 days

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So much meme potential

You could put ANYTHING in this man's hand

(Free to use, not to take credit for)

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beescake · 4 months

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i am in love with your sollux i think

sollux love party :]

if you’re interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him.. big warning for the mega long read ahead aye

as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall

as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytime…. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.

his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - he’s there so u can point him out.

while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2²chan haxxor ragequit gamebro.

his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who could’ve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.

the Bit in question:

his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). he’s “aware” of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.

considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. he’s made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.

but since he’s just a sim… the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline you’d definitely keep that little fuck.

but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.

compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.

the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here 🧍‍♂️ going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)

conceptually-speaking,

at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise

thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.

but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures

meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.

those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:

zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)

or

far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.

which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.

dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3

#ask #anon #sollux captor #homestuck #hs2 spoilers #2023 #vioart #hs2 sollux explaining girls and bitches to john: 🗣️🗣️🗣️#mr foods‚ setting up the visuals: LMAO ok pause. cool story bro theyre all gone its just u n ur sandwich bro.#now that i think abt it sol's kind of a toaster? awkwardly takes up countertop space #lacks the versatility and sociability of an air fryer/pressure cooker. unwashed and littered w crumbs!#but sometimes the clear‚ frank simplicity of the toaster is a temporary lifesaver for ppl who struggle w low appetite / decision fatigue #or ppl who just have a habit of eating toast for breakfast LOL #and eh ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ even if u dont feel like toasting today thats ok he's still gonna be sitting there 👍👍#a funnyman..... i curse him in my pan but root for him in my biscuit 🫶

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grandersonauthor · 8 months

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Motivational Poetry #1

Fighting for your life, it’s hard, to say the leastGiving up can be seen as the easiest wayBut don’t give up hope that one daySomeone will come into your lifeJust when you need them the mostFor those are your guardian angelsSent to you from aboveTo protect you when your mind ain’t right And to guide you when you are hungry for knowledge To provide you water when you are thirstyTo give you…

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noxtivagus · 2 years

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no thoughts only ffxiv fr

#🌙.rambles #[ ffxiv. ]#spoilers #i like talking n reading about ffxiv but i'm. too anxious to open the game again. it's been so long ;;;; but the story!#i'll always hold unto the story that i remember. oh god rmb when the scions wre thanking us before the end. i'm so proud of ryne #'Always the same arrogance/ the same insistence that the world belongs to them. As if theirs were the only rightful claim/'#'theirs the only existence worthy of preservation!' oh emet. i don't agree w his ways but i really do understand. it must be rlly lonely #'Then come─earn your place. Prove yourselves worthy to inherit this star.'#'Behold the coming oblivion. 'Twas the end of our era/ and the beginning of our great work.' he's so dramatic but ngl i'm the same #'The gulf between us is a reflection of the disparity between the world as it was...and what it has become.'#i love how the scions fought back against that. n then w ardbert n AZEM #'The ephemeral lives you exalt are pale imitations/ utterly devoid of meaning' >///<#baby alphy 'Belittle us all you like/ but we will rise again and again/ and give the lie to your insults through word and deed.'#'Fool. Who are you? No one. Nothing.' n his world will have no need for heroes....#THE MEANING BEHIND THAT GRRR & the original jpn text as well!!!! i shld read those fan translations again n get even more emotional #'It is true that all we hold dear is fated to fade away. But that is no reason for us to forsake it!' you're so right #'To take what steps we may/ and thus mark the road for those who would follow.'#'To strive for the best of all futures... Be this not also thy purpose!?'#n then emet after that :') his future. futile defiance. weary wanderer....#N THEN ARDBERT GOD THAT CUTSCENE . 'This world is not yours to end. This is our future. Our story.' & then broken husk sob #'The victor shall write the tale/ and the vanquished become its villain!' we're both heroes of our own worlds and stories #hades. dark slumber. sob. 'Show me your 'vaunted' strength. And I shall expose the lie of your fragmented existence!'#SIGH 'remember us. remember that we once lived' . N THEN IN ENDWALKERRR HAHAHA THAT DUMMY 😭#n the. the notes there. from the crystal exarch. awwwww T_T #N THEN ALL OF THEM. SOB. I LOVE THEM. 'Ah/ 'twas a rare tranquil morning/ made unforgettable by the sight of those clear blue skies.'#oh god and then. raha. yeah. him. 'But like a fool seeking to pluck the stars from the heavens'. & 'forgotten dream from my youth'#'The glory of the heavens was ever beyond the grasp of those who never thought to reach for it.'#INSPIRATION WAHH THIS CATBOY. ALSO SETO. SOB ''Somewhere out there/ Ardbert is beholding the selfsame sky.'#'Though I cannot well explain why/ in my heart of hearts/ I know this to be true.'#mhm n still so much more to learn. of the truth. & 'it is not a burden you must bear alone.' / the night sky returning is so beautiful....

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