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teen backyard gang designs!?!? maybe

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post-conclave i think aldo bellini should get to do something drastic. like understated but drastic.

hit the club. go axe-throwing. drive an old man vespa down curlicue lanes and steep hills. black cassock billowing. gravel grinding against a sharp drop. teeth gritted. jump naked into the burano and fling around handful of mud while yelling at god.

take a tiny plane to malta and go cruising for like three days and have extraordinary sex and middling sex and hilariously bad sex on the beach and connect with kind strangers and sail a tiny boat and refuse invitations to escape his life with a self-deprecating self-destructive self-hating little smile. get into a screaming row with an asshole in one of those village cafés that are uniquely peopled by the most reactionary old men you ever did meet.

someone tries to rob him and he turns around, ends up grasping the knife himself white-knuckled and watching the would-be thief flee at whatever he saw in the whites of his eyes. hunch cold and exhausted against an alley wall and consider the knife. its sharp end like teeth like the worst sort of possible miracle. throw it down a canal and watch it sink noiselessly and then go back into the main thoroughfares. shoulders strengthening the way they always do when there's people around. eyes watching.

he should get to throw his inherited chess set against a wall and cry real tears. i feel like throwing the inherited chess set against a wall is the given for whatever happened in his room after thomas walked out, tremblay papers in hand, but like. he should get to do it many times. and than maybe that would fix him.

comes back to the vatican after five days. a bit of sand inside one shoe, a bit of gravel. no bruises where anyone can see. back to work. hurried steps beneath an archway, a call of his name almost like a call of relief.

a kiss of peace from cardinal lawrence, maybe. the way old priests get, chaste and dry. hand on cheek, and no excuses, really: he did not know if he was coming back either. or: he could never have gone away for very long. either way not a lie. either way he came back.

and then. back to work. still. three days four five days. the chess set waiting in his room. some rooks chipped. some knights missing halberds; the queen cracking in half. ready and waiting still. he had put it back together before leaving so it was ready to be packed or ready to be used. knelt on the cold stone and picked them up one by one. that's the kind of man aldo bellini is you see.

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Has this been done yet

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HELLO WOLFY if i may be so bold. what if you were to fear assign epic cycle characters. Achilles slaughter avatar and Agamemnon desolation aligned and Odysseus eye aligned but touched by a bunch of other fears in a rather archvist like manner maybe.........

Hmmm off the top of my head

Achilles - slaughter

Odysseus - stranger

Diomedes - hunt

Penelope - web

Cassandra - spiral

Helen - desolation

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misery loves me

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I.Know.You.

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magnus archives fans when they hear "it's raining somewhere else" on the OST:

i like the trope where people make "somewhere else" into random ass places so here's my contribution featuring jon and martin as little undertale monsters :)

the cool thing about undertale sprites is that if they look shitty it doesn't matter because undertale kind of looks shitty sometimes

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Making Shadow a brony is funny so I’m doing just that

fluttershy is best pony btw

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Uh

Baby (pickled)

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Just two pals discussing important life events.

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sega siblings reunited i love them so much

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Lil Guys Stone is fine trust

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Another quick redraw 🥚🪨💕

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The more you know about what we were robbed from, what we almost had, the more it hurts 😭