can we please talk about how Torako is the only non-Mizar to wield the cultbasher????? badass
i cover my nipples, not because of some stupid law, but for the same reason kakashi covers his sharingan
jaya told me Neku and Roxas’ character arcs are like exactly the same but inverted, and I haven’t been okay since
Another redraw from 2016. This time with Mabel. Two years can really change a person huh.
“but AO3 *wants* writers on their platform, writers are providing a service for them, that’s how they get content.”
no, they are PROVIDING you a platform. for your content. as a service to you.
please, please, please learn how the internet works.
the companies that WANT you on the platform are the companies that are SELLING YOU TO ADVERTISERS.
*Facebook* wants you on their platform. *Tumblr* wants you on their platform. *FF.net* wants you on their platform. You are Facebook’s product. Facebook is not a service to you. It is an incentive for you to give them eyes and data to sell. And the second your eyes and data stop being profitable they will toss you under the bus.
That’s why fans made AO3. So we had a space that was ours, that wasn’t profiting off of us, so we wouldn’t get sold out.
mr brightside
bright me a side
Come out of your cage
And do me just fine
Orfeo
hey hi hello my name is seiya and i love child ballads and very self wanky au-au’s inspired by child ballads.
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Once there were a pair of twins to a mortal woman born.
(Does this sound familiar? Perhaps this is in a place that is a distorted mirror to your own, only a hop skip and dimensional jump away. Or this is a bedtime story, told by a wizard to his recently found daughter. Or by a harried new father, or a sleepy uncle.
Perhaps you should keep reading regardless.)
The midwife rolled the bones, went through the ashes and the entrails, and then when that show was done for the parents, got her actual answer in a bowl of soup. One was fated to live and die, live and die, live and die a hundred thousand lives over and over again as we all are fated to do. The other however, would live until every star in the sky went out, and every other living thing died, and only then would he pass on to what was next.
Naturally, the couple didn’t take it well. Luckily, they had his uncle, an old man in the woods they could offload the b-
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the witch told them.
“How…how did you know?” the mother asked, a tremor in her voice.
The witch raised her eyebrow, and let them think it was magic and not forty years experience of the human condition and more specifically having to deal with unwanted children.
“You can keep both, or give both away,” the witch went on, “but you must keep them together or else.”
“Or else?” the father demanded.
The witch smelt fire in her nose, felt her skin crackle under the force of unnatural energies, and sighed. “Just fucking do it or I’ll curse you both with warts.”
Ten minutes later she had carefully bundled the babies and some goat milk into a basket, and was headed to the Old Fox. He was the trickster of all tricksters, a crank and a crook and not as good in bed as he thought he was, but the witch knew there was no better place for these babies to be than with him.
(you may be wondering where the beast with one eye is in this story. the answer is that he’s a big stinky jerk and will not be appearing tonight.)
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