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the-sleeping-idiot · 4 months
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Heya "Red" Spy whatcha got there...
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sockerart · 7 months
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antifa-furry-soldier · 5 months
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I made a thing lol. Silly little TF2 Frag video, because I love the YER
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gazkamurocho · 27 days
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This queen is up for my patrons now 😌🙏❤
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genderfluidgothwitch · 5 months
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For those who are unsure of whether or not they really have the "sensitivity to cold" symptom of fibromyalgia, because you think that it's just you not being able to handle colder temperatures like other people, that's one way of putting it. The other way is, when it's winter and the temperatures start dropping, do you feel your pain more intensely? Do you feel like you have more problems with your joints? Is your partner always commenting how cold your fingers and toes are, but it somehow gets more frequent in winter? Those are other ways to consider being sensitive to the cold.
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ohworm-writes · 7 months
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When the girls say to treat yourself, they mean treat yourself.
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reliquiaen · 1 month
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For anyone wondering:
- the eternal wakestone you get for killing the sphinx is VERY misleading, it is a one time use only NOT reusable like the name suggests
- it costs 120k to get it duplicated BUT
- the copy doesn't work
So be careful when you use it. This is not a solution to the dragonsplague, so do watch out for signs that a pawn in your party is sick.
Practice good pawn care and regularly toss them off cliffs or into rivers.
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macbethz · 11 months
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i feel fucking insane w the amount of death that surrounds us as a species. i cannot mentally justify the killing of any living creature even the most horrible when we know so little about the nature of consciousness and life and death. it is like throwing an entire planet with an evolved ecosystem into a black hole to me
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priestofberath · 10 months
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Playing Spy is just fucking impossible. Like, the psychological effect of playing Spy is terrible. You fuck up really bad as any other class and it's like ah well it happens. You fuck up really bad as Spy and you want to jump in a lake. Like hi Pyro, yeah I just decloaked in front of you and tried stabbing your Medic in the face and missed. No, I'm not sure why I did that either. I'm going to kill myself now.
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castiels-pussy · 1 year
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unironically the spn finale is kind of a banger like all their sacrifice brought them nothing they had to watch their children bear the burden that they gave EVERYTHING to try and save them from they saved the world a thousand times and then they died and no one remembered them. like in a way. it kind of slaps
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kimdokja-real · 9 days
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Fuck I Fell Asleep and Forgot to Put the Links to the INfo in the Prev Post
Here
Sources:
Yeah Pocket Watch.
Btw think this suits Kim Dokja
O living God! You broke the tomb in glory Death could not hold the one who authored life! His radiant light has shattered through our darkness And in our hearts, his risen life now shines
He Died so many times
Upon a life I did not live Upon a death I did not die— Another’s life, Another’s death I stake my whole eternity.
Where will your eternity be spent? Will it be spent in the new heaven and the new earth wherein dwelleth righteousness? I trust every reader of this article will be there “living happily ever after!”
He Created Heaven, A Happy Ending for Everyone But Himself.
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reddogcollar · 2 months
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it'd be really funny if the person who gifted minos the minotaur was pasiphae. it's not but it'd be funny
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yuzu-adagio · 11 months
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if the EO collection had come out like a week earlier there's a very good chance I would've just gone straight in after labyrinth of touhou >_>
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stars-in-a-jam-jar · 10 days
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I don't think Buddy asks Helio any questions.
Kristen asked 'Why do bad things happen to good people?' because she believed in all the good things she was taught, but noticed the strange disconnect between the world as it was and the world as it was taught to her. So she thought, surely, if I can't come up with the answer, Helio will have it. And she hates him for dodging her question.
Buddy is far more deluded than Kristen ever was. And he is far, far angrier inside as a result, even if he deliberately conceals this fact from himself to protect himself from the inevitable mental breakdown this would cause. Buddy is not as altruistic and giving and caring as Kristen is. He wouldn't question why he was betrayed or dig into a question like 'Why do bad things happen to good people?' Those aren't the answers he needs, because of course he'd be betrayed by someone outside the church, that makes perfect sense. Of course bad things happen to good people, we simply live in a fallen world.
Or, well. He used to live in a fallen world. Now he's dead here. In Helio's divine domain.
I think Buddy, as he wanders through fields of corn to the big farmhouse where Helio is chilling out, privately thinks about the fact that Kristen Applebees' horrified expression was the last thing he ever saw before a sharp pain in his throat. I think Buddy assumes Helio knows he's thinking this and apologizes for bringing thoughts like that into paradise. I think he thanks Helio for recognizing his devotion and bringing him here once he died and dutifully deceives himself about his own rising emotions at contending with the fact that he's dead now.
After all, he was raised to die. He was raised to want to die.
To want to be here with his god whenever it was he called Buddy to him. So he doesn't feel upset, no, of course not. He's just a little surprised at how sudden it was. (How completely random. How unceremonious and unfair.) He's a little bit worried how his grandparents would react to the news is all. (He cracks a joke that maybe he'll see them here shortly after they do get the news. He doesn't laugh at it.) He had his own plans for how he'd spread the good word in life, but of course, Helio had other plans. (Nothing Buddy ever wanted really mattered. He knew that, he knew the will of Helio was the real thing that mattered, and everything else was just a small list of preapproved extracurriculars in the syllabus of his life.)
He can't be upset about this.
He shouldn't be upset about this.
This is his reward.
This place and these people and this god are his reward for a life of service and devotion and walking in the light.
It's not his place to be upset about his own reward. Kristen got upset when she went to heaven, when she met Helio, and look where that got her.
Look... look where that got her.
He thinks he hates her. For looking at him like that. All the ways she looked at him. Like he was something pitiful and contemptible. Someone she needed to threaten away from her little brother. Someone she has to double and triple check if he's going to revive her when he's under magical oath to do just that or lose his connection to a divinity she threw away after being chosen.
And then. In that last moment, she looked at him and he saw grief and horror and caring. Like his death was awful and unfair and tragic.
And he thinks maybe he hates her for that. For challenging him every conversation they had and looking at him like she knew something he didn't. Like she was above him. Like killing your own god twice in life is a preferable fate to living for the promise of eternal sunlight and cornbread in death. A promise which was kept to him.
Kristen was promised to Helio, too.
And he can't unsee her face. He can't move along and focus on what truly matters (Helio, the church, spreading the word, doling out divine punishment when needed) because he's reached the end. There is nothing left. Only this bright sunny cornfield and a god who... is nice. And who cares about him, personally. He got Buddy's name wrong the first and only time they held audience.
He thinks he hates Kristen, and he hates that that hatred isn't immediately squashed out of his soul just by being here. In paradise. Where he belongs. Where every follower of Helio belongs. Where he never has to have anyone look at him the way Kristen did ever again.
I don't think Buddy Dawn asks Helio any questions. Because how do you ask the god you devoted every waking minute of your life to, 'Why do I hate it here? Why does this feel like hell?'
(There's a part 2 now that the next ep is out >:3)
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bigfatbimbo · 3 months
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I saw requests were open, and idk if this would be something up your alley, by I would like to see your writing for Alastor with a mommy kink!
a/n — Up my alley? UP MY ALLEY? BABES THIS IS THE WHOLE DOWNTOWN STREET.
I quite literally giggled and kicked my feet when I saw this because… yes?
Anyways though, I was so tired last night when I wrote this so I apologize if it’s shorter than you hoped.
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“Ah— careful, my dear,” Alastor winced as you slid onto his cock. His hands were tied to the bed post, and the only thing giving him any illusion of control was his faltering grin.
It was incredibly rewarding to see him like this, open and defenseless against you. It was putting him on edge, you could tell easily from the way his shoulders tightened and his smile wrinkled down, ever so slightly. 
“Relax,” you caressed his face with your thumb, “Mommy’s gonna take good care of you.”
You felt his dick twitch inside you, “Nngh, d—dearest, I—“
He’s cute off by an embarrassingly loud whine when you start rolling your hips.
He looks absolutely horrified at himself for the lack of power in the situation, but he doesn’t have time to think about it for too long before your cunt clenches down on his dick. 
“Who knew the Radio Demon would sound so pretty in bed?” you tease as you speed up.
Alastor curses himself for the deep static-y moan that comes out. He hated feeling so desperate but he sure as hell loved your attention. 
“You—ugh—“ He couldn’t focus with all the stimulation, “—this is perverted.” He stated it as if he wasn’t constantly letting out breathy moans.
“I know you love having mommy dote on you like this , Alastor,” you coo down at him and stroke his hair.
Alastors eyes widened at that comment, before he let out a needy whine.
“You want to be taken care of, pretty baby?” You hump his dick rougher, he nods vigorously. “Want me to praise you and tell you how good of a boy you are?”
He threw his head back into the pillow and kicked his feet out, struggling against the restraint around his wrists.
“Mommy, m—mommy, yes I want—“ his moans and whines are more apparent now as if he stopped trying to hide them. 
“You want what, sweetheart?”
“I want—“ he tried again, struggling to collect his thoughts while you milked his sensitive cock. Sex wasn’t something he engaged in often so the sensations got to his head fast.
“Use your words, darling,” you bite your lip while you ride him.
“—I want you, mommy, I need you,” he finished, feeling as if he hadn’t articulated what he’d been trying too. 
“Good boy, Alastor, telling me what you want.” You praise, running your hands over his chest.
He moaned pathetically. There was something so madly appealing to him about you calling yourself his ‘mommy.’ 
Some part of Alastor, deep inside of him, yearned to be praised and cared for. It had been almost an eternity since anyone had done so.
He whined your title in useless slurs, calling out for more. More of what? He didn’t know. He just craved your attention, your touch, your affection, like a starved man.
Your hands roamed his body, along with your lips, while you pussy drank up his cock. His whimpers were getting more frequent and staticky with every hip thrust and bite.
You sensed his climax building from the way he squirmed underneath the restraints of the wrist binds and bucked his dick up into you subconsciously. 
In truth, you could feel your own orgasm approaching as well, but you wanted to draw out this for as long as possible. After all, it’s not every day you have the Radio Demon whining for your approval.
“Mommy, ‘m almost there, ‘m so close,” He moaned, still squirming and biting his lip to hold back his release.
His eyes searched yours for the approval to cum, but it wasn’t there.
Instead, finding a vague sympathy as you continued grinding down on his dick, “I know, sweetheart, I know. You’re just going to have to wait, though.”
He whined miserably and kicked his feet. He didn’t like this answer, but for whatever reason he didn’t want to disappoint you.
“Your going to have to wait til after I cum baby,” You explain, breathlessness creeping into your voice, “Until then you’ll just have to be my good boy. How’s that sound?”
He nodded his head weakly, wincing at all of the attention on his cock as he tried to hold back.
You speed up, going fast enough for your orgasm to approach but not fast enough for it to be over to soon.
“Being so good for mommy, Al,” you coo, “Such good control, making mommy feel so good.”
The sides of his mouth look like they ache after smiling through all of this, but he whines regardless. 
His eyes are half lidded and needy, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead while the ties around his wrists dug into his skin.
When you finally let go, you throw your head back and moan, still humping his cock but humming softly, satisfied with your orgasm and equally proud of Alastors restraint.
“Please,” Alastor whimpers, trying his hardest to lean up into your touch before being stopped by the ropes, “Please, mommy, now.”
“My pretty baby, of course you can—“ you didn’t even finish your sentence before being cut off by he’s loud desperate moan.
He came almost immediately after getting your approval and then fell back into the mattress, whispering quiet phrases of ‘Thank you, mommy,’
You pulled yourself off of him and laid down next to him on the bed. After untying the ropes around his wrists you take him in your arms and stroke his hair.
“You did so good for me, sweetheart. ‘m so proud of you,” you spoke softly in his ears.
Alastor didn’t say anything, only letting out a small hum of contentment and burying his face in your neck. 
You take one of his hands in yours and  observe the light bruise the restraints left of his  wrist. You rub your thumb against the injury and he winces. For a moment, you’re worried they were tied to tight until you catch a glimpse of his face. 
His usually shit-eating grin was replaced by what looked like a smile of genuine satisfaction.
You quietly applauded yourself for accomplishing something you once thought to be impossible, before you rose slightly on the bed.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Al,” you say. You try to move but his arms clings onto your neck and hold on for life. He whines slightly.
“Alright,” you give in and sit back down, “maybe we can’t wait a little longer.”
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a/n — this guys misses his mommy so much it’s not even funny oh my god. He’s way more pathetic than meets the eye guys, trust.
I feel like he would get super needy and clingy after this too like. He would constantly be needing all of attention at all times. He would just be competing with everyone for your attention it’d be wild.
It would make for some absolute fire songs though.
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etherealkissed88 · 3 months
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stop seeing the 3d as something greater than you ☆
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facts about the 3d
1. its forever a reflection of imagination/self, its a follower
you change self -> the 3d changes too because thats the law (thats how powerful you are). when you change yourself all the 3d can do is follow. it always expresses self. the 3d will always copy and follow self, it will always copy who you are being in imagination (your identity)
2. its forever neutral
the 3d has no original meaning bc you always assign everything meaning based on your state/perspectives
3. its forever changeable
since you are the operant power, you always have full control. the shit you see now is temporary. it always changes bc you are always changing states. dont feel discouraged when you havent seen any 3d change bc you know that it will change once you truly change self. nothing can possibly be permanent in the 3d so worrying about if "circumstances" will be there forever is useless. you have all the control at all times.
4. its forever an illusion, a lie
you experience the 3d via 5 senses which are limited asf. things you see might not be the things that are actually happening. i cant see gravity pulling me down, does that mean theres no gravity?
5. it does not have a mind of its own, its dead
how can the 3d think for itself if its only job is copying imagination? it is a limited version of imagination that is only a mirror. the 3d doesnt hate you, its not your enemy, you are assuming it is. you see how you always assume meaning because you have all the power? the 3d doesnt have that power. its dead means it has no original power. its nothing but presenting self like how a channel is presented on your tv (3d). it is indifferent, it doesnt mean anything, it is only a screen reflecting self.
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6. the 3d follows, it never precedes
it cannot do anything without your decision, anything that happens is as a result of your state/your assumptions. it will always follow self (reflection of you). it cannot act out and give you what you dont want unless you change self. so it only follows you around. it has no control to take the first action because you are the first action.
the 3d is always below you because you are always in control of it as the operant power. you decide, you choose, you assume, you become, you embody, whatever word you like to use, you will always be above the 3d. everything is in your control always.
but the 3d never matters bc ur 3d could be an absolute mess but u can still manifest. why? bc its all about self! you can always change self and that, by law, changes the 3d. so the 3d only changes when YOU change. this is why we tell you to just focus on changing self!
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i decide i am the version of me who has what i want in imagination (changing self) and its done. i know the 3d is nothing so if i see something i dont want: "its a lie" "its an illusion" whatever words you like, either way its neutral. i just gave it to myself so it rly is done.
"Life does not care whether you call yourself rich or poor; strong or weak. It will eternally reward you with that which you claim as true of yourself." - neville g
the 3d doesnt care about anything except what you assume yourself to be / your state (SELF) bc that is what it copies.
even when you think youre powerless, youre still being powerful…
*you will always be greater than the 3d because you are forever the operant power. it doesnt matter if you think or assume you arent be you always are. if you assume the 3d is more powerful, the 3d will reflect that, BECAUSE you as the OPERANT POWER decided that. so even if things seem bad, you have all the power at every moment and what you see is just the 3d presenting self. it SEEMS like ur not in power but since you continue assuming that, ofc that will reflect which proves you are always the operant power even w a shitty 3d.
the 3d is rly nothing bc the 3d changes under my power every time. once you understand that you are the operant power, everything else turns small. the 3d isnt the big bad wolf. its simply a reflection of you! do not view a REFLECTION of you as greater than YOU.
kisses, jani ☆
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