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touchstiel · 1 year
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EVERY TOUCH EVER ☞ 13/?
5.3 Free to Be You and Me
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sleepysoren · 1 year
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"Completely... and utterly... fine! Better than fine! Hale and hearty and still alive to mourn those who are not. Who I failed to protect when they needed me most. We've come so far - so godsdamned far! I could have sworn the end was in sight! And now they will never see it"
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archivistsammy · 1 year
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All I'm asking is that you acknowledge the truth, that I was the one who brought you back to life, that I was the one who lifted you from the darkness and into the light.
5.3 “free to be you and me” // 13.21 “beat the devil”
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nephiamart · 1 year
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I won't let you go alone. Not this time.
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qrowscant-art · 2 years
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the memory fades, the promise cannot
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bloodbywinter · 1 year
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《SPOILERS FOR SHADOWBRINGERS & PATCHES》
hello I’m alive I’m just very slow. currently working my way through making edits of 5.4 and endwalker very shortly! 
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thanks to everyone for their patience & support! 🖤🖤🖤
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exandriacityshowdown · 7 months
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Semifinals Poll 3 of 3
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Rosohna, Wildemount: Rosohna is the capital of the Kryn Dynasty in Xhorhas. Due in part to the sunlight sensitivity of its majority-drow population, the city’s mages maintain a blanket of eternal night in the sky above the city. This magical effect is seen as a hallmark of the Kryn Dynasty, especially as it is also cast at contentious points along the Dwendalian border to reduce the disadvantage to drow soldiers fighting during the day. Rosohna is built on the ruins of the calamity-era city Ghor Dranas, the capital of the betrayer gods’ alliance during this conflict. Sometimes Rosohna is still erroneously called Ghor Dranas, especially by political opponents of the Dynasty. Rosohna is the centre of the Dynasty’s secret religion worshiping the Luxon.
image from the postcard merch by pretty useful co
Avalir: Avalir was a pre-Calamity flying city made out of the top half of the mountain Ygora. The Ring of Brass (ExU Calamity's PC party) lived and worked here, and by a certain definition it could be said that the Calamity began here, with the destruction of the Tree of Names beneath the surface.
image is official art by clara daly/eldritchblep
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littlemourningstar · 1 year
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Just call me “little missed chronically forgets to post her wip a day on time”
Worked on a couple more emojis today!
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(I also drew a boob and a peen but that’s not gonna get posted lol)
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Chapter 5: Anne’s History (part 3)
“Did you ever go to school?” demanded Marilla, turning the sorrel mare down the shore road.
“Not a great deal. I went a little the last year I stayed with Mrs. Thomas. When I went up river we were so far from a school that I couldn’t walk it in winter and there was a vacation in summer, so I could only go in the spring and fall. But of course I went while I was at the asylum. I can read pretty well and I know ever so many pieces of poetry off by heart—‘The Battle of Hohenlinden’ and ‘Edinburgh after Flodden,’ and ‘Bingen of the Rhine,’ and most of the ‘Lady of the Lake’ and most of ‘The Seasons’ by James Thompson. Don’t you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back? There is a piece in the Fifth Reader—‘The Downfall of Poland’—that is just full of thrills. Of course, I wasn’t in the Fifth Reader—I was only in the Fourth—but the big girls used to lend me theirs to read.”
“Were those women—Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Hammond—good to you?” asked Marilla, looking at Anne out of the corner of her eye.
“O-o-o-h,” faltered Anne. Her sensitive little face suddenly flushed scarlet and embarrassment sat on her brow. “Oh, they meant to be—I know they meant to be just as good and kind as possible. And when people mean to be good to you, you don’t mind very much when they’re not quite—always. They had a good deal to worry them, you know. It’s a very trying to have a drunken husband, you see; and it must be very trying to have twins three times in succession, don’t you think? But I feel sure they meant to be good to me.”
Marilla asked no more questions. Anne gave herself up to a silent rapture over the shore road and Marilla guided the sorrel abstractedly while she pondered deeply. Pity was suddenly stirring in her heart for the child. What a starved, unloved life she had had—a life of drudgery and poverty and neglect; for Marilla was shrewd enough to read between the lines of Anne’s history and divine the truth. No wonder she had been so delighted at the prospect of a real home. It was a pity she had to be sent back. What if she, Marilla, should indulge Matthew’s unaccountable whim and let her stay? He was set on it; and the child seemed a nice, teachable little thing.
“She’s got too much to say,” thought Marilla, “but she might be trained out of that. And there’s nothing rude or slangy in what she does say. She’s ladylike. It’s likely her people were nice folks.”
The shore road was “woodsy and wild and lonesome.” On the right hand, scrub firs, their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, grew thickly. On the left were the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the track in places that a mare of less steadiness than the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind her. Down at the base of the cliffs were heaps of surf-worn rocks or little sandy coves inlaid with pebbles as with ocean jewels; beyond lay the sea, shimmering and blue, and over it soared the gulls, their pinions flashing silvery in the sunlight.
“Isn’t the sea wonderful?” said Anne, rousing from a long, wide-eyed silence. “Once, when I lived in Marysville, Mr. Thomas hired an express wagon and took us all to spend the day at the shore ten miles away. I enjoyed every moment of that day, even if I had to look after the children all the time. I lived it over in happy dreams for years. But this shore is nicer than the Marysville shore. Aren’t those gulls splendid? Would you like to be a gull? I think I would—that is, if I couldn’t be a human girl. Don’t you think it would be nice to wake up at sunrise and swoop down over the water and away out over that lovely blue all day; and then at night to fly back to one’s nest? Oh, I can just imagine myself doing it. What big house is that just ahead, please?”
“That’s the White Sands Hotel. Mr. Kirke runs it, but the season hasn’t begun yet. There are heaps of Americans come there for the summer. They think this shore is just about right.”
“I was afraid it might be Mrs. Spencer’s place,” said Anne mournfully. “I don’t want to get there. Somehow, it will seem like the end of everything.”
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damereyficchallenge · 2 years
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Wave 5.3 Challenge: The Pentadrabble
Thank you again to everyone who participated in the challenge this past week, there was another wonderful turnout, and I was really excited to see what everyone did with the prompt! And if you’re just joining us and want to learn how to participate in the weekly challenges, or haven’t had a chance to check out this wave’s Obi-Wan Kenobi inspired prompt list yet, you can find it here.
Now, here goes the third week of the fifth wave of the fic challenge. The technical challenge this week is to create a pentadrabble – exactly 500 words long – that incorporates this week’s prompt.
Our prompt this week is # 4 - Negotiator/Negotiation.
Remember, you’ll have just under a week to meet the challenge, as your completed pentadrabble should be posted on Wednesday, June 29. Fics that are tagged #damereyficchallenge will be reblogged here, and fics posted on Ao3 can be added to the Damerey Fic Challenge collection!
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touchstiel · 1 year
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EVERY TOUCH EVER ☞ 9/?
5.3 Free to Be You and Me
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sleepysoren · 1 year
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"Tell him he needn't worry about us. That he need no longer hide who he truly is. That he should live his own life to the fullest. And if he would ever find himself reminiscing on the past with a smile, we shall be smiling with him...Will you tell him this?"
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rajon411-blog · 3 months
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stxrmnight · 5 months
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shoutout to 2B dress floating polygon piece circa 2022
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desertrosew · 8 months
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devicebro · 1 year
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