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The Jojamart Junimo

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hiding...

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⭐️

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My little shish kebab <3

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Julie f%#$ing Powers

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Waiting for the third season

Btw the pigeons are called, Tom, Jon e Bob

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Someday I wanna do a portrait mod hehe

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random neils

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binged smiling friends and oneyplays streams recently :3

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The girls are back (yeah)

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(Continued, 3/?)

He gives you a look, one that seems as though he’s been asked this before, it makes you sad that you can’t remember more… “Em, you know by now that you can’t learn them yet, it could be… dangerous.” *my names Em? Or, is that a nickname? And dangerous?* so many questions circulate your mind. “Not even one?” You ask, which all you get in return is an even more annoyed look than the previous one. The two of you go back to chopping wood, all the while a tall woman comes out of your small cottage to bring tea. You look up but before you can see her face, your memories stop. You snap back to reality, and there in front of you is the old shop keeper looking rather concerned. “Oh! Sorry if I was just staring at the tapestry it’s uhh, rather beautiful!” I lie, not that it wasn’t beautiful but, I cant just say *why* I was staring at it. “That’s alright miss, but, could you not hear me? We’re closing up, you gotta leave.” He sounds stern, but his looks convey curious. “Oh my I didn’t even realize, I’m sorry!” I quickly scramble out of the shop to a dark street, you could barely make out any details if it weren’t for a few street lamps lazily placed about the path, lighting up the night. *well shit, now it’s dark and I have no where to go, and I STILL can’t remember much* I think about finding a bench somewhere to sleep on, or taking my chances back in the woods, but the woods are now too far away and there are no benches in sight, so I opt for sleeping in an ally. It’s chilly, not much warm air makes its way into this area, and the ground beneath you is damp from a leakage coming from what you assume to be the dumpster. It’s not ideal but, where else can you go when you have no money?

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She grabs your wrist and drags you along the broken cobblestone streets, but the two of you don’t make it very far when you bump into a group of 6, large men coming out from a saloon, one of them was a centaur. “Well speak of the devil, there’s Lucid!” One of the guys blurts out between hiccups. “Wow she’s even hotter in person” another ones eyes widen, as the woman who’s name I now know, Lucid, seems rather used to this. Her eyebrows raise, “Yes Taelin, now, if you wouldn’t mind I’m trying to escort this fine missy, thank you.” She retorts, loosening the grip on your arm to put it around your waist, trying to drag you out of the group, but instead they continue talking. “Come on Lu, come with us!” Another guy says, he looks more intimidating than the rest, his voice was deep, and it echoed through the narrow street. “I wanna hear allllll about your adventures” the centaur says tauntingly, then the menacing man grabs her arm and yanks her away from you. “Wait!” You shout, trying to pull her away, but she’s already too mangled in the crowd of guys. “I’ll find you again, I’ll explain to you everything-“ she shouts over the grumbles of men, as they retreat back into the saloon for either a murdering session of this poor woman or another round of beers. You look around at the now empty street way, there’s rows and rows of shops and restaurants, none of which seem very welcoming to outsiders, especially one who can’t remember where she’s from. You decide it would be better to walk than to sit around, I mean, would that woman, Lucid even come back? Upon your walking, you find a particular shop, a potions shop. The name makes your head fuzzy and hurt, and almost suddenly you can remember something. The name of the shop is “Merlin’s potions and remedies”, and when you read it, you can vividly picture a tall, bigger man talking to you. His beard is overgrown and gray with white hairs mixed in, you can’t quite hear what he’s saying, but you can almost feel the moment. Then you can see a little child talking to him, they have a similar face structure to his, and well, they kind of look like you. After that vision, you go into the shop to see if it can revive any memories you might have of your life, whether it being past life or your current one. “Welcome to Merlin’s!” A condescending voice yells from the back of the store. You don’t answer and just walk around, the shop is filled with big bottles filled with mysterious liquids, crystals in a variety of sizes, tapestry, potions, and various other trinkets. You look at every detail of the items to try and jog your mind for any memories, but nothing comes to mind. Not until you look at one of the many tapestries hung up, this one being on the ceiling. On it is a small cottage tucked into a large forest backdrop, a small campfire light emerging from the tops of the trees. Suddenly another memory hits you. There, you can see what you assume to be you, chopping down trees with the old man again, he’s teaching you how to cut wood logs into smaller pieces. “When am I gonna learn how to do spells like you Dad?” Little you says. *that IS my Dad…* you think to yourself.

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You wake up in a cold darkened cave, a small light emanating from the depths that remain in front of you. Your head hurts, but after looking you seem to have no bruising or injuries, however you can’t seem to remember who you are or where you’ve come from. You look down at your hands, they’re pale and seemingly delicate, they look like a women’s hands. You walk through the darkness and see a small shard of glass resting up against the cave walls, you quickly glance at the reflection and sure enough, it’s unrecognizable. You have long curled, ginger hair that rests just above your hips, some strands spiraled into a hair accessory that you’re unfamiliar with. Your eyes are a light hazel, with freckles bombarding your face, pointed ears, and rather weird clothing. With no memory you continue onward to the light, the dull rocks and moss scraping against your bare feet. Finally, you reach the end of the cave, a surprisingly warm breeze washes over you, the sun beaming just above the tree line, you assume it’s morning. The cave is higher up on a cliff, looking over a baren forest ground. You, despite having no memory, choose to scale down the cliff wall to find any sort of civilization, you assume you’re in elf territory as you too are an elf and, you doubted you’d be in some random places cave. To your surprise though, the first town you come across is filled with Tieflings, and there is not an elf in sight. You throw your cloak just over enough over your head to cover your ears, and make your way through the town, strange faces await you at every corner, along with the comments from middle aged men trying to grab me. “This certainly isn’t ideal” you think to yourself, and wonder if you’d be better off in the cave or in that forest just moments ago. You aren’t sat in thought for long as an unfamiliar woman pulls you aside, behind an alleyway. She is tall, with short, fluffy brown hair that covers her eyebrows. From the tops of her head are long, curled horns in the color of purple to match her skin. “What are you doing here?” She asks. “What?” Is all you can manage to get out. You’re confused, lost, and now a strange woman is asking you questions, ones you too are asking yourself. “I said, what are you doing here? Do you know where this is??” She sounds a bit worried now, not angry but worried. “I- well I don’t know. I woke up with no memories.” She freezes, like she knows something. “Let’s go somewhere else, where it’s safer” (continued, 1/?)

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Jake the dad gotta be one of my fav episodes

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the concept of hell is kind of tricky to execute faithfully in a story, your options are either

1) make hell truly hellish, a place where there is only eternal suffering and pain

1.a) if the damned are shown as sympathetic or at least humanely then it shows the divine order as monstrously cruel in which case you have to deal with that (unsong does this) (usually the way they try to circumbent this is that hell is not forever or something like that)

1.b) if the damned are all shown as irredeemable, imposible to sympathize with, monsters then you run into the risk of dehumanizing or worse, having a boring cast of characters. (i dunno, spawn?)

2) make hell be not *that* bad, either because there is a path to redemption, or because its not abject suffering all the time 24/7 which runs the risk of cheapening the concept of hell a little.

2.a) you make hell suck a lot but make the damned psychologically impervious to it. yes, they are annoyed and frustrated and they hate it there and they really want to get out but only as much as someone living in the shitty part of a shitty city. they are not like, constantly screaming in agony or mindbroken and ptsd ridden or catatonic. (hazbin hotel does this)

2.b) you make the "terrible, unbearable" torture of hell more of an abstract conceptual one like "being forever cut off from god" (cs. lewis), or "the tortures are actually self inflicted, hell is a place where people chose to punish themselves either out of delusion or because their souls are so wretched" (sandman), which has the advantage of being philosophically more interesting and elegant while not being completly toothless.

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