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Yall want random world building writing lore for a story i wanna write and havent talked about on tumblr? OF COURSE YA DO- here's a one shot about some of the gods. It's old writing so if you've seen it, nooooo

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It was 1847, and even he could not process the amount of suffering that his followers had endured. His sister was flooded by new souls by the minute: what once was a trickle was now an unending hurricane. While years were something that they had come to realize are short, these last few were certainly longer than most of the ones that have lived through. And there was nothing they could really do about it. Tuathas were closing their veils, shutting other fae and trade out for fear that their ways of life would be affected. Wrath boiled in those of the sick and starving, as food that was grown was now being torn from their hands and exported across the sea. "We told you this would happen!" "You called us paranoid!" "We can not let you in, they will follow." These sayings echoed across the hills to those fae who still tried to have a connection to the outside, to those who were now stuck. What once used to be a connected community and otherworld was now shattered, and no one could do anything about it.

It wasn't often that he stood amoung mortals and fae, but this man's pleas were just....it wasn't often that he got a prayer that asked for him to burn the one speaking the prayer. To burn the field and house that he now called a temporary home. It didn't take long for the diety to disguise himself as a fellow man, offer a drink and bread, and let the other spill his sorrows.

"We go out fer one week. One. All I wanted was fer my son to see his seanmháthair. To witness the ports she lived by. See another person that he looked like." The man muttered. "And now, we are stuck. Years, its been. Men I fought alongside with now refusing to let us back into our home for fears of that queen and her men finding the realm. I say let them find us but they are all cowards who claim we would be destroyed."

"Cowardice and following orders isn't the same." He paused. "But I understand the need of that revenge."

A mumble. A guttural growl. The man's rough, scarred hands pulling at the unfortunate cut strands of his hair.

"What I want most is for my wife and son to live. I give them my portions, I try to steal from the trash of those soldiers without gettin' fined, and they are still much skinner than I. Exhausted, frail, sick-" A cough. "As much as I am grateful for that old man to claim I was he son, I want to burn this sorry excuse of a farm just to spite them all and bring them back to the tuatha. Get them food, treatment- but we can't. I am going to die watching them go to Báal first."

The diety hummed, soon to get up and leave before a thought went through his mind. He could empathize with this man. As could many. But for some reason, he saw a spark that could be kindled. While he didn't wish this offer on anyone, it could provide justice.

"I understand. It is painful to lose a child. I lost my daughter recently. She put up a wonderful fight, but she didn't make it in the end." He took a drink. "The summers are now too cold. Moist. An unfortunate reaction to the unbalance her death caused."

"What was her name?"

"L̶̑͠o̴͌̔s̶̓̕t̵͖̕"

A halfhearted chuckle came from the man, soon bouts of laughter before staring back at the other. Anarwn's face was still, his eyes refusing to leave the man.

"I must be losin' my mind."

"Unfortunately, yer not." The diety hummed, "I can not assist much in terms of helping your family. There is an agreement amongst us that involves that weak barrier. It is something mortals made, and it is something they control. However, burdened are not apart of that agreement. Not at first, anyhow. We tend to leave them alone for the first few decades as their bodies adjust."

"...I don't see how that would help my situation."

"If a burdened came up to you demanding to be let in, would you refuse?"

Anarwn didn't expect to hear from that burdened for a century. He knew that there might be a possibility of worship due to the open nature of the agreement, but the man understood what he was walking into. Anarwn gave him all the details, the pains, the responsibilities, the knowledge. It was more than what his peers often did.

But then a flame caught his attention. Heat radiating across a building, any liquid quickly evaporating into the air as soon as it left a bottle, and the earth itself becoming scorched due to the extreme heat and light that beamed in multiple directions. All at the center of a healer's hut.

Damn. I thought they would have lived. A sigh. Perhaps he would have to grab Ailgus early.

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I lied, put your clothes back on. We're gonna talk about how Whatever Happened to...Robot Jones? could have easily been a classic CN cartoon if it got the love from the network it deserved, and now it would be a great time to revive/reboot it, if the network would just it stick to the source material in terms of style and humor.

Any WHtRJ fans here? I'm...heavily hyperfixated on it right now to the point I'm tempted to make a Discord server and possibly dust off my old writing skills and write my own version...one might call it an AU...of my take on things if the series continued and had a timeskip to RJ and friends in a college setting. Why? Because I saw someone say it once that it might eventually be RJ's next learning assignment and that activated my neurons in ways I thought were long fried.

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🎀💖🤖Gender??? I hardly KNOW her!!!🤖💖🎀

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✨Whatever Happened to... Robot Jones? 💾

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Jones just like me frfr

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NEW FAVORITE GUY ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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shit ton of oc art i never posted on here more sketches under the cut

i think you can tell whos my favorite out of these two honestly id start an ask blog or something for them but not sure for how long id be able to run that without losing motivation

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New OC, Yellow! Yea their name is actually ‘Yellow.’

(Warning: lore dump!)

Yellow is one of many of Twelve’s ‘children,’ also known as Xintylas Servants. Yellow was manifested from a nightmare that Twelve once had due to trauma, that's why Yellow looks like an altered version of a human-made robot. Their primary task was to protect any lifeforms on isolated planets that are threatened by extraterrestrial forces that seek solely to wipe out said lifeform. Basically, anything that essentially breaks the rules of the natural order of the universe (like a very powerful creature that holds a grudge on lower lifeforms.) However, after sensing that Twelve is in danger from a powerful entity, they now roam the universe in search of their creator. In hopes of being united…

I hope you have a great Friday!

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Found family that's made up of celebrity/mayor equivalents and everyone's always busy (Click for better resolution)

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Time Manipulation and Void Magic

Click on it twice. These are your two super powers.

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If you can’t reblog this, unfollow me now.

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Hee Hoo I'm alive and just realized that Spongebob introduced us all to Age Play high key.

And I want y'all to suffer with me.

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DISJDJSJFJSNFNSNFNDNG

[gets in my little clown car]

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[Gets in with you] Yo @decoraclown, come on!

[Pokes head back out] @katsuncurry I see you too!

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