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saddi3grl · 9 months ago
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feefal · 8 months ago
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Viral infection Miku
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arrimorr · 1 year ago
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The Knight is a bit weird under his armor. I would say that's it's not even an armor but a chitinous shell
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trekkerac · 5 months ago
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Stanley's revival was a very sudden thing because no one wanted to check up on how the revival was going
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choccy-zefirka · 7 months ago
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Fun fact about me: when I was a teen, on two (2) separate occasions, an adult assumed that I had some sort of intellectual disability/low IQ because I "looked a certain way" (read: like a regular greasy-haired kid struggling with changes in their body, but also fat and wearing baggy clothes like a "slob"). I sometimes project this onto my OCs, like Evaraas and Lenka here.
And yeah, they both have blue hair and pronouns (Evaraas is they/them; Lenka is she/her nb person, CC options be praised). Though in Lenka's case, her hair color is going to change throughout her adventures as she loves experimenting with it and makes her own hair dyes.
Evaraas was adopted by a woman who was a lone magic-less warrior in an altus family, and was already assumed to be not too bright by the rest of the Mercars. She usually did not object against it and endured the insults in silence that only reaffirmed the family's perception of her as "dim-witted". In fact, getting to adopt Evaraas was the only instance she stood up to her Smart And Perfect mage sister, and Evaraas did not understand Tevene back then, so they have no clear memory of what the human women were talking about. As far as they know, their adoptive mother has always been like this.
Thus, Evaraas, also a warrior, copied and internalized her acceptance of negative stereotypes about her intelligence, which compounded with their childhood memories of becoming aqun-athlok. They were originally trained to be a Tamassran but then switched over to the Antaam, and they think about it a lot: "I used to be so excited about that, but what if I was never smart enough to be a Tamassran?".
Obviously being a rare Qunari in Tevinter does not help Evaraas' case, as many people might look at them and see a brute "ox", but the personal experience I draw from does not have a racial component, just fatphobia.
Then, there's Lenka, who's stuck in a cycle of "I look like this" (fat, with a prominent birthmark and a damaged eye from the one time her father hit her with a bottle when drunk) -> "I get made fun of by shems and elves alike" -> "I keep to myself and do not speak to people" -> "Everyone assumes that I must be simple-minded" -> "I keep to myself even more".
In reality, of course, both Evaraas and Lenka are quite intelligent: Evaraas is the secret anonymous author of one of Bellara's favorite Tevinter serials, and Lenka is a brilliant alchemist and latent mage that was weak enough to fly under the Templar radar as a kid in the alienage, but has amped her power a bit due to Fade shenanigans.
Also, Lenka's full name is Lenore, but she's embarrassed to use it because it's been drilled into her, mostly by her father, that it's too pretty a name for such an ugly person. She wishes she could be someone worthy of being a Lenore, but sike! She always was!
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gorgonstaringcontest · 5 months ago
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A PSA about the latest Vulture article to drop about Neil Gaiman -
Do not fucking read it if you are not in a stable state of mind.
Triggers include, but dare I say, are not limited to -
Sexual assault and misconduct
Anal, digital, oral, and vaginal rape
Forced urine/faeces consumption
Vomit/forced vomit consumption
Financial abuse
Gaslighting and manipulation
Sexual conduct in front of a minor (NG's son)
Sexual humiliation and degradation
Disordered eating, anorexia, and bulemia
Suicide, suicidal ideation
Self-harm
Child abuse
Scientology
Cult abuse
Drowning
Corporeal punishment
Intentionally painful penetration
Exploitation
Grooming
COVID-19
Classism
Overt and implied threats of homelessness
Endangerment of vulnerable women by parties who knew or suspected harmful behaviour/complicity in harmful behaviour
Homophobia - specifically, disregarding stated LGBTQIA+ identity during proposition/advances
Most of these things are discussed in explicit detail multiple times.
To be very clear, the above is not a list of allegations, it is subjects that are mentioned within the article. Yes, some of them are the allegations, but not all.
It's harrowing and heartbreaking to read. Even if these are not specifically triggers of yours, I beg, take a second to really have a think about whether you're in a place to take this on.
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kensatou · 1 year ago
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"i would know her by reformed body alone... i would know her in death"
also... there's official art
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saddi3grl · 9 months ago
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mw00nie · 1 month ago
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you’ve been skipping meals.
toji sees it. doesn’t say shit at first. not his style. he’s not some nosy asshole who’ll ask what you ate for lunch or remind you to drink water every five seconds.
but he’s not blind either.
your face is thinner. hoodie swallowing you up more than usual. wrist bones sharper. you pick at food like it’s poison, sip coffee like it’s a meal.
he clocks it. every time.
and he lets it slide. once. twice. five times. maybe you’re just stressed, maybe it’ll pass.
but tonight, he watches you open the fridge. stare inside like you’re trying to convince yourself. standing there like if you focus hard enough, the hunger’ll go away.
he leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight.
“you gonna eat somethin’ or just keep lyin’ to yourself?”
you freeze.
“i’m not lying,” you mumble.
he raises a brow. “yeah? fridge’s been full for three fuckin’ days.”
“i just.. haven’t been hungry.”
“bullshit.”
you flinch at that. he’s not here to coddle.
he pushes off the wall, walks over, closes the fridge for you. slow. quiet. heavy.
“you think i don’t notice?” he mutters. “you think i don’t see how your hands shake? how you ‘accidentally’ forget dinner, leave shit on your plate, say you ate earlier when i know you didn’t?”
you try to look away. he grabs your chin, not rough, just firm. makes you look at him.
“you think i’m stupid?”
your mouth opens. nothing comes out.
he clicks his tongue. lets go of your face. looks tired now, but not angry. just... done with the lies.
“i used to do the same shit,” he admits. voice low. “back when i fought for cash. had to stay a certain weight. thought starving meant control. strength.”
he laughs once, bitter.
“all it did was fuck me up. made me weak. angry. sick.”
you’re quiet. too quiet. eyes glossy. he hates that look on you.
“you got shit going on? fine. but don’t starve yourself over it. don’t treat your body like the enemy. it’s not.”
you still don’t say anything, just blink too fast. and when your shoulders start to shake, he finally pulls you in. arms wrapping around you, solid and warm.
you don’t cry. not really. just breathe against his chest like you haven’t breathed in days.
he holds you tighter.
“you don’t gotta talk,” he mutters into your hair. “not now. just don’t fucking lie to me. alright?”
you nod against him.
“good. now come sit your ass down.”
you do. legs tucked under you on the couch while he throws something together in the kitchen. nothing fancy. just enough to put something in your stomach.
he sets the plate in front of you. sits down next to you. doesn’t say a word while you eat, just stays close. hand on your thigh. grounding.
when you hesitate mid-bite, guilt creeping up your throat, he taps the side of your knee.
“don’t overthink it. it’s jus’ food. ain’t good or bad. it’s fuel.”
you nod again. quieter this time.
and when you’re done, when your plate’s empty and your shoulders finally drop, he kisses your temple.
“you’re not broken,” he says. “don’t act like you are.”
and somehow, you believe him
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A/N: i got the inspo from @sugussugar :>
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wanderingibon · 8 months ago
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anya deserved so much better
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youreturnhome · 7 days ago
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i have a new fic up on ao3, a thousand ways to die!
it’s 10k words of siffrin, isabeau and odile getting drunk together and ranking siffrin’s deaths. for therapy reasons. and it's silly and i had a lot of fun with it so you should read it <3
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mikoworks · 5 months ago
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"Always There"
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4: You are here
Part 5
@anyamusumesonlywife @omagpies @charasstick @chilchucks-timbs @lesbirae13 @wrpd-nylvm @cecizilla1 @woolzine125 @tctheintrovert @femtanyladdict @nobecausecheese @dldzz @theratlivinginyourcouchcushions @amberh789 @schiz0ne @astro-mario @lexingtoon @kukya
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moonieee · 3 months ago
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TW: HORROR IMAGERY ⚠️
A commission in january (or february, i've lost my sense of time these days) i'm a bit surprised with this commission cz i didn't expect anybody to like my silly horror binghe AU this much to order a short comic out of it 🥺
I'm always grateful for everbody who followed and liking my works. I thanked everybody who has supported me to keep drawing 🥹✨️🩷
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