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its so freeing when you realize you can literally write whatever you want 

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i love thinking about the character! *actively pacing around the room, breathing heavily, on the verge of tears*

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avoiding my responsibilities by doodling stewie part 71826

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Consider this an invitation to talk about your OCs on this post!

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nice personality disorder, nerd. did your mother pick it out for you

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not going to lie its crazy to me whenever a season from wasteland is upcoming/releasing soon and people start complaining about the cosmetics looking "muddy, plain, and ugly" like u know those clothes are coming from spirits who lived in poverty right... 💀

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Home. A simple word, quite a simple one — four walls and a roof, a door and a curtain at the window, a vase with flowers on the table and a smell of freshly baked something greeting you as you wake up. ___ Alef and their home across time.

you can read the fic here or below the cut

Home

Home.

A simple word, quite a simple one. Really. Not much to think about, not much to dwell on, not much to agonise over — home. Just home.

Alef’s lips tremble when they turn around, the grassy knolls behind growing smaller as the boat sails away through the air, the cries of the children running from bench to bench and of mantas soaring next to the vessel louder and the skies bluer than Alef has ever heard or seen. The boat is carrying them far, far away. They will be brought to the temple on the flower-peppered hill. There, it will be decided what is to become of them.

There, they will learn where their home is.

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Home. A simple word, quite a simple one — four walls and a roof, a door and a curtain at the window, a vase with flowers on the table and a smell of freshly baked something greeting you as you wake up.

The Cave is not a home. The children are not their siblings.

The walls cold and the Prophets distant, the kids scowling at each other as soon as the Five turn away, the Cave is not a home. Alef could not care less about the place, the people, the words that must come true sometime. Maybe, they will. Maybe, they will not. It is not Alef’s concern.

The Cave is not a home, not their home, but when the fastest of them all slips into the water, colourless eyes rolling back, Alef’s heart breaks.

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Home. A simple word, quite a simple one — though not without a nuance or two. A bunch of people with the same destiny as yours, familiar faces and places, something you know so well you become sick of it yet so little you only start noticing the details once you pack your things.

The temple is huge and tall, the corridors endless, the ceilings high. The flowers in the garden smell nice, and the library is big enough to lose oneself in. The little room on the top floor offers the most magnificent view Alef has ever had the chance to witness.

And yet…

The Elder smiles in a way that seems too warm, their hand rises but freezes mid-air when they see Alef flinch. Alef peruses the expression on that wrinkled face, studies the shine in those haze-grey eyes. What do they want? What do they expect? What do they know about Alef that Alef themself does not?

The Elder braids their hair before the ceremony and whispers words of advice, but Alef knows both are elements of the ritual. Both are elements of the role they are now supposed to play — even if they do not know how.

The temple on the hill is not their home.

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Home. What is it even?

A birdsong greeting you every morning, a salty breeze coming with it. Peeking into the room to see someone already there, expecting them to be there, knowing it is part of the routine. Of the normality. Of life. Its ups and downs. A home is something you remember by heart, something that repeats itself over and over again, something that you understand and find solace in.

Until you do not.

Alef hits the wall with their fist and wails, sinking to the floor as their outcry echoes in the empty hall, lights out and windows unfinished; no staff, no anything. Only Alef.

As always.

The castle is high and majestic and oh-so expensive to build, but it is not a home. It will never be.

***

Home. A word made up by idle poets and hopeless romantics who need something to worship.

A home is a place so vast you can lose yourself in it, forget who you are and what it all is for. A home is where you are free to choose any attire, any mask you like and to prepare for whatever awaits you with no unwanted eyes peeking. A home is safe. A home is impenetrable. A home is where things are allowed that are prohibited elsewhere.

The Coliseum and Samekh’s living room do not deserve to be considered a home even for a split second — Alef does not live there. It does not count.

Besides, those two liars are too fake anyway.

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Home. A ridiculous thing to think of. A complete waste of time.

A laughter and a known presence by your side; a mischievous spark in the eyes you understand without any words needed and the verbose speeches you have memorised years ago; a wink and an expected plot twist; a silence that screams far too louder than any sound ever has and a mesmerising view of a peach-coloured sunset reflected in the snow — that is probably what those who do not value their time would think of when pondering on what home means.

The crammed office and the map on the wall are not a home.

But Resh does not waste time on this sort of nonsense.

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Prison. This place is a prison, erected by themself yet used against them by everyone else.

Do they deserve it? Maybe.

Do they care?

No.

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Home. A simple word, quite a simple one, really — but then why are there tears streaming down their cheeks, sobs shaking their shoulders, a lump stuck in their throat?

Welcome home, a whisper in their ear, a hand on their shoulders as they sink to their knees. A birdsong, a sunset, a vase with flowers.

Home.

A simple word, quite a simple one. Really. Not much to think about, not much to dwell on, not much to agonise over — home. Just home.

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been getting back into sky lately

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Did you know…

dAletg

!!!!!1 daleTg!@!1!!

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Fun games to play with your buddies on discord

The Purr-ice is Right: Someone posts a furry adoptable sheet with all the prices blurred out and everyone has to guess how much it sold for. A good variation is posting a lineup and having to rank the designs from most to least expensive

He Would Not Fucking Say That: Someone posts a line of dialogue from a particularly egregiously out-of-character fic (fandom specified beforehand) with all the names blacked out and the participants have to guess who said the line. Another alternative is posting an out of context line from a fic and the participants have to guess what fandom it's from

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"the three dots on the side" call her by her REAL NAME.. Meatballs Menu

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thank you @krillking for commisioning me!! Have Mekh from dice's underground boxing au. Screenshot redraw from arcane :3 IF YOU WANT SWAG ART YOU CAN CHECK MY PRICES HERE!!!

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Oddish encounter 🍅

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They make me sick

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「Take nature's burden onto yourself.」

July 9th 2020; 4 days before Season of Sanctuary was the day my skykid first joined Sky Kingdom. So here's a very late Days of Nature fanart for their 5th birthday. ZIVEN IS LITERALLY MY CHILD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! Also years after Sanctuary last quest we finally got to see the majestic elder whale up close and I just had to draw them ;v; Tysm @catofaurora for giving my beloved whale a name. I really hope Prince will come back to us again next year (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Alternative versions with slightly more blood + without Ziven >>

My Sanctuary skykid is a veterinarian for light creatures who could generate limitless light energy and also withstand darkness or poison. This event was literally made for them AAAAA.