Jaune: (Stiffens)
Ren: Jaune?
Nora: Everything okay? (Follows Jaune's gaze to Elm in front of them) Oh, I get it~...
Ren: Get what?
Jaune: (Gulps) G-Guys... She has a FAT ASS... and I really, REALLY wanna smack it.
Elm: (Glances behind her) Excuse me?
Jaune: (Flinches)
Elm: Care to repeat that, little man?
Jaune: Uh... oh...
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Jaune: (On the ground, Crushed by thighs)
Ren: JAUNE!
Nora: I guess this is what they mean by, "Thick Thighs End Lives," huh?
Ren: Nora, please!
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Clover: There you are, Ederne. Please, have a seat.
Elm: Thank you, sir, but I'll stand. (Winces, Thinking) Damn, that kid's got an arm...
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Shipping Name Question #3
Comment the reason for your choice, or place it in a reblog. Remember to reblog to spread it around.
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working on a wee storyboard thing - a certain prince gets knocked off his horse while chasing the Knight of the Laughing Tree and shenanigans ensue
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I'm trying backgrounds with gradient maps
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Tried to put together a decently parsimonious phylogeny
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Snow Warrior by Dominik Mayer
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Lordlings of Yore, 1983 fantasy strategy game for Apple II by Jon F Baxley and Softlore Corporation, rereleased in a limited edition box in 2018 (signature looks like "P Goyette")
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Tree (1 of 2) - Dominik Mayer
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food for thought: what if irene controlled aphmau’s text boxes? what if she was the one giving aphmau options to choose? forcing her to make specific decisions? she’s whispering in aphmau’s ear, “guiding” her along the way. anything aphmau says is not her own voice, her own thoughts, but irene’s.
what if irene isn’t what she is said to be anymore? what if she’s worse?
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The thing about Hallownest is you cannot save it, you cannot save its people, they all died long ago, there is nothing left to save, the tragedy has happened, they lost, it’s over.
You cannot save it.
You cannot save them.
You are not a savior.
But you can be the fire that sweeps through a dead forest, cleaning out the rot and debris, leaving space for new growth among the ashes.
You cannot save what has already fallen.
But you can make space for something new.
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