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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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"No"

It was said with a smile but the melancholy was viseble in the elf's eyes.

"But these years have been memorable and I'll always remember you and the time we spent together"

"Goodbye"

"i bet i can make you fall for me" said your human companion, you give small chuckle an say "challenge accepted" as a elf you don't mind spending a few decades humoring them. as you sit by them on their death bed you hear them ask "so did i win our little bet?"

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EVERYONE(!) I’m blazing this post because at this pace we might barely hit 1,000,000 signatures—or just fall short. PLEASE reblog this post, no matter where you are from, so we can reach as many EU citizens as possible and end this horrible practice!

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BAN ON CONVERSION PRACTICES IN THE EU. GO SIGN IT. DEADLINE IS FUCKING MAY 17. WE'RE STILL MISSING 800.000 signatures. FUCKING DO IT.

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Hi Prideknights!

You're based in Europe, right? Could you help out signal-boosting this European citizens initiative to ban conversion therapy in the EU?

https://eci.ec.europa.eu/043/public/#/screen/home

I don't think I have to explain the horrors of conversion therapy to you, so let me explain how this initiative works.

For it to get taken seriously by the EU, we need two things:

7 countries need to reach the minimum threshold of signatures for their country. We're currently at 6 out of 7! Slovenia only needs 300 more signatures to become country number 7!

We need a total of 1 million signatures. This might look daunting, but there days ago we were still at 200.000. Yesterday we were at 450.00. We are at 535.000 right now. So we have a long way to go, but we are moving fast!

The deadline is in a few days, on May 17.

Anybody with a European citizenship can add their name to the pile! If we reach the right amount, the official citizen initiative will be put before the EU Commission.

With lgbtq+ rights getting rolled back across the world, including Europe, there is no time to lose to demand stronger protections.

MAY 14, 2025 (VERY RELEVANT) SPREAD. THIS. LIKE. WILDFIRE!!!

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Det sitter en flicka vid hamnskanten. Hon kan inte vara äldre än tio år gammal. Hon har benen hängandes över vattnet trots att de inte når till ytan. Det är en hammare i hennes knä men ingen kan säga varför. Hon sitter och stirrar ut på sundet där båtarna kommer in från havet. Dag in och dag ut sitter hon och tittar ut mot havs utan att röra sig från sin tysta väntan. Trots att det är hundratals som går förbi dagligen så kan ingen säga vem hon är.

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Vad är magi?

Fastän hur många jag frågar så får jag aldrig samma svar. Vissa säger liknande saker men det räcker bara så långt.

Vissa säger att magi är saker som vi inte har listat ut vetenskapligt, vissa säger att det är drakar, demoner och trollkarlar, vissa säger att magi bara är dumheter medans vissa säger att magi är det man hittar i fantasins värld.

Fastän hur många svar jag får så går det inte att bestämma vad det är.

Magi, själva ordet låter lite magiskt.

Magi, ma-gi, mjukt med en snärt.

Magi, så mycket men samtidigt så litet.

Magi, vad skulle jag säga magi är?

Magi är väl något som man hittar i sagornas värld? Med tomtar och troll, drakar som sprutar eld och älvor som dansar på ängarna. Något man hittar i Sagan om ringen eller Narnia.

Men förr i tiden så trodde man väl att magi fanns överallt. Det övernaturliga, trolldom, gudar och väsen som fanns omkring oss. Andra världar man kunde ta sig till med folk som kunde vara snälla eller elaka.

Det fanns en tid då man trodde att magi var det som bestämde vädret, det som gjorde att solen och månen steg upp och sjönk. Att det mesta som hände i naturen var magi.

Sen så finns åsikten att magi är dumt och barnsligt, men den tycker jag är fel.

Magi är inte något som är fast i barndomen, det är inte bara något som förklarar det som vi inte vet hur det fungerar än.

Tänk efter.

Är det inte magiskt när man sätter sig ner med en bok och blir uppslukad och förflyttas in i berättelsen.

Är det inte magiskt att vara i naturen och bara ta in allt, hur stor den är och hur länge den har funnits och hur mycket som lever i den.

Är det inte magiskt att spendera tid med ens nära och kära, att träffa någon som man inte har sett på länge, de små stunderna då man bara är tillsammans.

Är det inte magiskt att göra något man älskar och känslorna som man får när man gör det.

Är det inte magiskt att ta en stund och fråga sig själv "Tänk om"

Jag skulle nog säga att magi är glädjen och beundran som kan hittas i världen, från de små stunderna till de stora äventyren både i sitt eget liv och fantasins värld. Att magi finns i allt ifall man bara tar sig en stund att se den.

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2025 "I want to draw/write..." Bingo

I have decided to try this 2025 to help motivate me.

Some rules I will be using:

A piece of work can only count for one square (Ex. I can't draw scenery from Hades and have it count for both "Something Hades related" and "Draw scenery from a video game")

I have to post the piece of work for it to count

I have the say if something counts or not in the end

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DEAR FANFICTION WRITERS

Thanks for existing

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Reblog this if it’s okay to DM you and shoot the friendship shot.

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I am sitting in my kitchen. My because there is no one else here anymore. I don't think it will ever be my kitchen though, it's always going to be dad's kitchen.

I'm sitting in what is now my kitchen, in my house that feels so big and so empty suddenly, have for the last three weeks.

I'm waiting for my brothers who haven't been home for years, they are supposed to arrive anytime now. I don't really know what they have been up to, haven't really since they got invited to the school.

My three brothers, who got invited to a secret magic school at twelve, who became a part of the magical world and haven't been back for years. My brothers who only are visiting now because of the accident.

The accident, a drunken driver on a gravel road, they hadn't seen him coming around the sharp turn and the cars had hit eachother head-on. They died on inpact, all three of them and they hadn't been found until the morning after by a cyclist.

That's why my brothers are coming home today, the funeral is in a week.

I've lived most of my life in this house, the only time I hadn't was the few years I went to university in another city, but that was still close by.

My brothers on the other hand have lived most of their lives outside this house. Mike got a letter the summer after his twelfth birthday, an invitation to a magical school on the other side of the country, it was a school of magic. It was a boarding school so he only came back for Christmas and summer break, he also made it home for Easter the first three years before he decided to stay at school during the holiday.

Then Jack and Sam got the same latter a little before their twelfth birthday, and we saw as much if not less of them during their time in school.

After graduation they all decided to stay in the magical world, I mean I get why, the magical world is probably more exiting than the normal one and they didn't exactly have the right education for it either.

It still hurt when they became more and more distant until we had no contact.

But they are coming today, they are coming any-

There's a knock on the door.

I get up from the stool I've been sitting on for the last, I don't know how long.

I open the door and there is Mike, older than last time but otherwise almost exactly like I remember him. And next to him, someone I don't recognise, she's holding a suitcase in each hand and Mike is holding-

That's a kid, he's holding a kid. When the fuck did he get a kid?

"Ash! Nice seeing you!" he says it with almost the exact same infliction that he had growing up.

I give home a slight smile before responding, "Hi Mike, who is this" I incline my head towards the woman.

"This is my fiancée Layla, and this" he raises the sleeping kid slightly, "is Christopher, our kid." He's engaged, he's fucking engaged.

"Nice meeting you, you'll be staying in your old rooms. I can get a mattress from the attic for you."

It would have been really nice knowing that there were more people coming, I would have liked to have gotten the extra mattress before they arrived. Now I also see Jake and Sam unpacking the back of the car.

"Oh, that's not necessary." Layla's voice cuts through my thoughts.

"Yes it is, you three don't fit in his bed" I say pointing at Mike.

"No worries, that is easily arranged" she seems confident so I don't protest.

"Okay, then I'll help you with your luggage"

"No worries sis, we've got it" that's Sam, he and Jack had come closer to the door. They look different, I can't exactly put my finger on what is different but some thing clearly is.

"Oh, I'll be in the kitchen, come when you have installed yourselves in your rooms."

They give affirmatives before I go back to the kitchen, dad's kitchen.

It's late enough so I start with dinner, after a bit my brothers and Layla come into the kitchen.

"Anything I can help with sis?" Jack asks.

"Sure, can you put the oven on 200 degrees."

"How do I do that"

All of your siblings, papart from you, have attended a prestigious wizarding school. Now, after all these years, they’re back in your “regular” world… and don’t even know how an oven works.

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"Lea, can you pick up the groceries today" she says to her roomate before walking out the door to go to work.

"Sure" is the shouted response she get from her before the door closes.

The way Chloe and Lea, short for Leihai the knowledgeable bringer of light, became roommates was a pretty unusual way. Chloe one day in uni made a joke which as time went on developed to what you might call a cult.

Don't ask her how, it just kind of happened.

The cult was dedicated to the worship of a bringer of light, an ancient hero from a distant land come to save her world from it's destruction. She failed but in her quest to stop what happened to her home to happen to other peoples home. In her travels through the space between world she enlightened people on how to save their worlds.

It got a bit out of hand.

Not in a bad way, but it became so much larger than you would expect from a simple joke. A joke that Chloe doesn't even remember.

Long story short, soon most of the campus knew and most students had some sort of worship to Leihai. Somewhere along this time she became a being of knowledge, which was pretty reasonable for a deity of a university all things considered. Somewhere along the way she became a unofficial mascot of the school, which Lea is quite proud of.

But that doesn't explain how they became roommates.

That story, believe it or not, is a lot less exciting than how she came to be what she is now. She just showed up on Chloe's doorstep a month after her graduation knowing who she is, where she was, how she came to be and who Chloe was.

After a long talk Lea, who quickly decided to take on the nickname, decided she wanted to try living normally, at least for a bit. A few months go by and soon they have some sort of routine, Chloe works a nine to five while Lea work on pretty odd hours. Lea is often the one doing the shopping while chores are splitt depending on what they prefer to do.

All in all, it's surprisingly normal living with the deity of the cult you accidentally created.

You accidentally started a cult, and now your made up deity is living with you.

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"Adrian"

"Gloria"

They stare at eachother, both trying to wrap their head around seeing the other. You see, they had dated once upon a time and had not expected to see eachother ever again. And as dramatic as that sounds, it is reasonable to assume it considering that they dated 200 years ago.

Back in 1816 and they were living in a small village in southern Scandinavia.

Adrian has been the one to move from the village first, Gloria had lived in the village for longer and has been the reason ha stayed so long. So when they broke up he travelled towards Asia where he jumped around for some years before going across the Pacific to America by the turn of the century and eventually Seattle, where he had spend his last few years.

Gloria had stayed in the village for a few more years, moving away before people became suspicious of her not aging. She travelled throughout Europe before making it to America across the Atlantic in the early 1900s and every few years she moved slightly more west before arriving in Seattle where she had lived for a few years.

Even though they had lived in the same city they had managed to not run into eachother. So it obviously was quite the shock when they saw eachother again.

"You've aged well"

"Could say the same for you"

Neither one of them looking a day older than the last time they saw eachother.

"Anything new in your life?"

"I mean, I've got a dog?"

Neither having any clue what to say to the other.

"And kids, I've got kids"

"Oh!"

"Not mine, eh, fuck, they're my girlfriends kids"

"Oh"

"What about you?"

"Ooh, I, I- I also have a girlfriend"

"Really? That's great"

Anyone looking could easily see the awkwardness hanging in the air, not that there was anyone else in the 24 hour grocery store at 2am.

"So, great seeing you?"

"I suppose?"

A few seconds pass as they are looking at eachother before they practically bolt in different directions, Gloria towards the dairy isle and Adrian towards the vegetables.

You are immortal. You didn’t realize your ex from 200 years ago was also immortal until you run into each other while grocery shopping.

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The knocking on their door hadn't let up for the last hour. They hadn't gotten up from the couch since yesterday and when the knocking had started they decided that they weren't going to get up to some stupid door to door salesman.

They were getting to the third hour of knocking when they were starting to reconsider that decision.

Laying on the couch was comfortable and they didn't want to get up for at least a year. but the knocking that had persisted for three hours, soon four, was annoying enough to at least consider going to the door to stop the infernal knocking.

By hour five they rolled of the couch. Whoever had the persistence to knock on a door for five fucking hours deserved a fuck you straight in the face at least.

They didn't know what they were expecting when opening the door, but it was not for someone to push past them straight into the apartment. They also didn't expect the second person, who at least had the decency to wait outside for an invitation.

She was slightly taller than them, with silver hair in an intricate looking up do and dark blue, almost black, eyes with small white specs in them. She was wearing a silvery hunters jacket with cargo pants and hiking boots.

"May I come in?" her words flowed like a stream through the forest.

"I suppose?" was their reply, they didn't really know what else to say.

"Fantastic, apologies for my brother, he is a bit much." she said as she stepped inside. Once inside she made her way towards the kitchen and they followed not knowing what else to do.

In the kitchen was her, apperent, brother. He had golden har falling in short locks around his head. He was wearing a band shirt and yellow jeans and sneakers. As he turned to them entering the kitchen they could se his clear blue eyes and standing at his full height that could see that he was slightly shorter than them.

At first glance you could not guess that they were siblings, but a closer look showed their similar features. Their thin but long nose, the crows feet in the corner of their eyes, visible when they smiled, and the slightest traces of freckles on their cheeks.

"How much have you eaten lately? Have you been sleeping? Do you have a fever?" he said walking towards them forgetting to close the fridge behind him. Standing in their kitchen in PJ's being bombarded with questions was not what they had expected either when opening their door today, but here they were.

With two strangers, in their apartment.

And it's there, standing in the kitchen with this strangers hand on their forehead, clearly checking their temperature, they finally find their words. "Who are you?" and after a slight pause, "And what are you doing here?"

There is a noticeable pause in the air as all three properly take in the situation at hand before the woman responds.

"Artemis, pleasure meeting you. This is my brother Apollo."

The man, now having removed his hand from their forehead, nods. "Yes, were came here to check up on you." he waits a few seconds, clearly expecting you to get, something. "Because" there's a pause before he continues, "your offerings stopped coming."

The offerings, the ones they'd done since their childhood. You know, just for fun, and had persisted throughout their life. Until a week ago, until the breakup.

The woman, Artemis, speaks up "We were worried, you usually don't miss so many in a row."

This was definitely not what they expecting when there was a knock at their door earlier that day.

You have thrown food into fires as a “sacrifice to the gods” since you were little. You’ve been going through a bad breakup, and a stranger appears to check if you’re alive since you haven’t payed tribute recently.

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A barn. Once full of laughter, now empty.

A pitchfork. Once used lovingly, now gathering dust in a corner.

A horse. Once galloping through the fields in shining sunshine, now standing inside while the gloomy rain beats down.

A loft. Once full of starlight and smiles, now filled with clouds and cobwebs.

A gun. Once gleaming with pride, now left to gather rust.

A barn. Once filled with memories of happiness, now still full, but tinged bittersweet.

A famous prompt: Describe a barn as seen by a man whose son has just been killed in a war. Do not mention the son, or war, or death. Do not mention the man who does the seeing.