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I wish all you AI artists and AI writers believed in yourselves half as much as you believe in AI.
In reality, you’re all suffocating your own authenticity to shit out of the approximate middle of the barf-slurry of people who weren’t too afraid to be seen.
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*opens tumblr*
*sees ao3 is trending*
; NO... SAY IT ISN'T SO ??
everyday i think i’m closer to not being so angry about duster and each time I’m proven so wrong
the fact that I probably don't fit into any category of scp fans on tumblr 🤤🤤🤤
Girlies when the system is just another 5e clone
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what’s it like being a Gojo girly but only being able to write and characterize Geto to a TEEEEE
Don't ask me what Rena is on.. I drew this without looking at my book so my teacher didn't realise I was drawing in class okay
Au info under the cut that I'm spewing out on the bus so nothing is 100% set in stone
𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊💞 @dcviline ft. jace and heleana.
Helaena stood by the window of her chamber, the dim light casting a solemn glow over her, lost lilac gaze on the cloud above as she holds the last thing her son held before he was taken away. The funeral had taken place earlier that day and she did not wept in public, nor in private. Her heart ached with the weight of her grief, yet a strange calmness had settled over her. The visions had prepared her, but nothing could truly ease the pain of losing a child. She had prepared herself for the loss for months now. "Prince Jacaerys," she said, her voice gentle but firm aware of his presence now. Perhaps the rats got through the same tunels as he did now, putting himself in danger for her sake. He had always been kind. "You need not explain how you came to be here. I assure you, I do not blame you for what happened to my son."
A small pause as she turns to look at him. He bears grief like her. She sports black but he sports House Targaryen colors, in all their glory, as her sister's heir. "I knew of this before Lucearys died. I always spoke but no one listened. I started his shroud so long it was finished by the day he was taken away." Heleana speaks breathing through, holding the shroud in her hand and looking back at him. "I made one for Lucearys too but mother said not to send anything."
How cruel that was, a sweet boy, like her own. She does worry in turn, only a few months back, they been dancing on these halls, one of the best days of her before her mother crowned her queen as she wept. "You must leave. Aegon is out for blood an so is Aemond. Eye for an eye, a son for a son, ear for an ear. War never ends this way." But none of them see reason. They call her mad to try and make this the last of the pointless deaths of the war but she knows there is more to come.
