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magnetic-rose · 7 months
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playing a dark urge who's trying to be a good person is funny because astarion will be like "omg! you're such a boring goody two shoes :(" meanwhile shiv is fantasizing about ripping his nose out and feeding it to the dog.
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tacticalgrandma · 9 months
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I just think it’s so fascinating how the manifestation of Darkness the Witness gave us, that it viewed as this ultimate enticement, as “salvation,” was Stasis. Beyond Light associates it with control and obsession. And then in Lightfall we find Strand and it’s about letting go, accepting, moving. Osiris and Nimbus talk about how we were drained using Strand when we tried to grasp it tightly, how it only truly came to us when we let ourselves flow with the river. And the Witness did not know about Strand! It literally destroyed its defenses!
Just man. The Witness valuing control above all else, chasing and obsessing over the Traveler to finally control it. After an expansion where Nimbus and Osiris learn to grieve by not fighting the current, not trying to force themselves to be healed when they’re not. Where Caiatl watches her father’s obsession finally consume him and makes her peace.
Anyway just thinking about Savathun saying the Witness “gives [Darkness] a wicked shape” and appreciating how she read this eldritch horror for filth a whole year ago
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j0celynh0rr0r · 14 days
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Alien Sex Fiend >>>
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rotteneyed · 5 months
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this is a long rant about destiny, lots of swear words and endless rambling 🙃
this whole thing with bungie layoffs has shifted my view of destiny even more. i had my beef with destiny before this, I haven't touched the game in more than a year now mostly because, for me personally, it started to feel like a job and it just wasn't fun so i was like why play it and spend money on this fuck it, but I still loved the characters and i felt some kind of loyalty to destiny since I probably would have never started posting art online if it wasn't because of destiny, i have been drawing nothing but destiny for 3 years, that says everything.
BUT something about seeing tweet after tweet from devs saying that were laid off was like a punch in the gut, and even more when i recognized some names, some even said some nice stuff about my art a few times and i am thinking these people were responsible for making something that i loved and now they were kicked out because of greed. No pr excuses about not performing or lower popularity of the game, lightfall wasn't the lowest point for destiny there were worse moments this is just an excuse. And like okay the game isn't performing how is it a random dev problem? Shouldn't the management take the bullet? I dont care about all of this anyway this is all about money numbers going up no matter what. And I am already so deep down the nihilism hole, this just proves to me that nothing matters, not you, not your work, you're only as good as long as you make big money for someone.
And then I saw people being like oh maybe the layoffs come directly from sony not the ceo of bungie and I am like I DON'T CAREEEEEE you shouldn't be able to just kick people because you need more money!!!!!!! EVEN WORSE this will just make it look like the line goes up when in reality nothing changed. I can't I am not going to say anything else I am just angry, the whole gaming industry should just unionize.
I will still draw destiny stuff from time to time like I do now now, I will draw comms because I need money, but I wish I could just turn my back to bungie and never touch anything they do ever again.
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phillycheesesteakcore · 5 months
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no, obviously. but for some reason I can't stop thinking about like what if the onions were caramelized. like what if it was an onion jam type situation. probably still no, but I'd think about it longer
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cryptidfuckery · 1 year
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I think as my hair gets longer I'm gonna become a braid person
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theprodigalpragmatist · 3 months
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and with this stitch i sew
the worst possible AU where the Master becomes a space tailor (@thosco this spiraled)
The fabric is soft between his fingers, well-worn and well-loved. It doesn’t quite lay flat when he smoothes it over the table, too wrinkled to fully cooperate, but slaving over an iron would cross a line he’s already hovering over by doing this in the first place. He’ll manage, he’s sure of it.  It was difficult to find a pattern that would suit his needs — their needs. Too big, too small, too ugly, too smart. He doesn’t want it to be too…anything, really. Just right, that’s what he wants. The shears are sharp and honed to perfection, slipping through the cloth like a knife splitting supple flesh. He smiles at the thought. It’s the simple pleasures, the easy transference of his skills, that make this little jaunt worth the frustration of rustling up a sewing machine in the midst of the apocalypse.  Chalk dust crumbles onto his fingertips, cakes onto his palms. The feeling is unpleasant, but so far it’s been the worst part of the whole endeavour. He traced out the pieces of the patterns carefully, sketched out seam allowances with a precision that belongs in the lab, in his workshop. He’s never created anything that wasn't built to destroy. He’s trying something new.
The fabric quarters stack up on his desk, scraps tossed haphazardly in the direction of the waste bin. Snippets of thread cling to his sleeves, fibres fraying off the edges of his working cloth and gliding down to fluff together on his trousers. He pins the seams together, curses when the sharp tips of pins prick into his fingers. The sharp points of blood will only add to the end product, he decides. There’s more than enough blood between him and the unwitting recipient of his hand-crafted gift, there’s no harm in adding a touch more.  He blinks uncertainly at the groaning hum of the sewing machine once he switches it on. It rattles his desk, tips over a stack of reports he should probably prioritise, but delegation is the greatest skill of the greatest leaders. Besides, he has real work to get done. The fabric flies under the needle, stitched together tightly enough that it bunches from the tension. He growls, grunts, gripes until he sullenly picks up the seam ripper and pulls apart his progress. Once more unto the breach, unto the presser foot of the machine, unto stitches that hold strong and sure. He smiles, reaching for the next piece. Hours later finds him covered in sweat and grinning with the satisfaction of a job well done. He’d be hard-pressed to admit it, but he’s starting to understand the human impulse to squeal at cute little things. The result of his efforts is just so tiny. Perfectly tailored to painstakingly taken measurements, with embellishments to bring the whole design together. The Doctor will love it. It’s just his size, and the Master can’t wait to fit his wee raisin body into it.
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dykeseinfeld · 6 months
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what if you were flirting with this girl but she lowkey you suspect she has ulterior motives in the challenge you are embarking on and also she has fatal blood cancer with weeks to live at best and also your new friend has been in love with her for his entire life and also she is secretly murdering everyone around you and also you are in love with your necromancer and also you and your necromancer share a bond that is so much deeper and weirder than love and also you are fated to die and also she is actively lying about her identity and trying to murder you and your necromancer with giant skeleton spiders.
but now consider. she is also really pretty.
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kokonqui · 4 months
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Idk I think my Pokémon canon character depictions are some of the stupidest things out there but they are so Important to Me I Hope You All Know This
ANYWAY READ BELOW! Image context
1. Elesa Pokémon - Face HC
2. Diantha night gown / Night robe combo for an rp with someone I know from a server idk
3. Hapu Pokemon - Face HC (persona HC when she’s about 18)
4. Misc Jacq doodles for the rp server I muse him in. He’s so grumpyyy
5. Hilbert pokemon. transgender Interpol agent in my head. You are the ever to me.
Anyway before anyone asks these were made with a brush that is most similar to a pixel brush with pen pressure enabled for it. I usually use that. Diantha fit concept was made in Procreate, everything else was my main mistress CSP.
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poeticruin · 2 years
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how am i supposed to settle for what people call romance these days, when i want someone to look at me like a priest looks at a holy icon, pray for my love like a desperate person prays with a heart full of hope and sin for me like nothing holier could ever be done?
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wonderinc-sonic · 10 months
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Tails, but instead of two tails like a normal fox he has two legs 🤢👿
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vodkafolie · 9 months
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Noticed a recurring trend in my writing where I introduce a minor character for like, one chapter and then kill them off in a manner where the main characters who were attached to them suffer from the subsequent lack of closure
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clockworkcheetah · 9 months
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reread through the timeloop fic and its not actually awful like i was worried it may feel like
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moonspower · 11 months
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dark 2000s aesthetics that exist in vi’s version of the world: you walk through an empty club. the interior is like angelo donghia meets the worst god damn lava lamp youve ever seen in your life. but it’s dark… only a couple of lights on and the shining of the mirrored ceiling above you. there are items all around you, abandoned by their owners. a coach bag, someone’s big ass fubu shirt, apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur. you look down. your hands are covered in glitter. you look at your pants. they get bigger and bigger and bigger. wallet chains. wallet chains. wallet chains. so many wallet chains, you feel your right side get heavy. your shirt has baby phat logos all over it. your hands have more glitter.
a slender shadow lingers in the corner. ' i get half a million just to show up at parties. my life is, like, really, really fun. i don’t want to be known as the granddaughter of the hiltons. i want to be known as paris. ’
someone shuffles past you with a bunch of gucci dresses and moschino belts in her arms. she turns around. kim kardashian’s original face. you can’t believe she used to have a nose, once upon a time. what a normally proportioned human. before all of the ass injections.
you have more glitter on your hands. you can’t even see your skin, anymore.
sean kingston starts playing from a single, crackling speaker.
WE CAN GO TO THE TROPICS, SIP PINA COLADAS, SHAWTY I CAN TAKE YOU THERE.
was his accent fake? was it fake?
was sean kingston’s accent real or fake? you don’t know. you look towards the exit.
there’s a girl standing there, jeffree star pink hair.
she wants to know why you didn’t add her to your top  myspace friends.
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nalutail05 · 2 years
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AWAY FROM REALITY | Twisted Wonderland Opening
Ehehehe, I'm not really good at editing video! But I hope you like it ヾ(^▽^)ノ( ∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩ )♡
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This is a work of fiction. All incidents and dialogue are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. I do not own Twisted wonderland (which is a game), Balance unlimited (which is an anime), Dark moon (which is a manhwa), Enchanted (which is a movie), as well as yourself. But I do own Away from reality.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/293329936
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theprodigalpragmatist · 2 months
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🧑🏻‍🦽
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