the cosmos, of course

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the sky and the cosmos are one
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๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด

@purrcelot ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ข, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ - ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ป๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด

This is a pro-choice blog.

Itโ€™s an I wanted this baby but at my anatomy scan I found out my baby will die after itโ€™s born blog.

Itโ€™s an Iโ€™m not financially, mentally or emotionally stable enough to bring a child into this world blog.

Itโ€™s an I canโ€™t live with the result of my sexual assault blog.

Itโ€™s an I miscarried but the fetus will not evacuate on its own blog.

Itโ€™s an I will die if I carry this to term blog.

Itโ€™s an I donโ€™t want to be fucking pregnant blog.

Itโ€™s a pro-choice blog.

If you see this decision as a win, educate yourself. People with uteruses WILL die. And if thatโ€™s okay with you, donโ€™t claim youโ€™re pro-life.

Oh, and a big, fat FUCK YOU.

Hey, I figured Iโ€™d make a post about this since I keep seeing people getting really thrown off by some things that show up in Stray and i feel some folks would like a heads up. Itโ€™s a very good game but I also want people to have a good experience. So,

Content warnings for Stray:

  • Animal injury
  • Animal death? (you can die in this game and there is a dying animation.)
  • Parasites? (not exactly but i think it counts as being upsetting in a similar way)
  • Trypophobia / clusters / organic horror
  • Scopophobia

Iโ€™m not sure what else to tag, but these are the big ones. Specifics about where they show up and how under the cut, no images!

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rabbit-rays

[image id: a cartoon drawing of the cat from stray, looking excited and meowing loudly. a yellow speech bubble reads โ€˜MROW*โ€™. below the speech bubble, text reads โ€˜*pay attention!โ€™. end id]

where the wolves dwell - 02.

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โ€” ao3

โ€” a/n: not-so-hot-take: we should've witnessed some dialogue between Blaidd and Darriwil upon confronting the bloodhound knight. felt like there was something interesting there to explore, so pardon me while I daydream about how the fight could have gone down.

"I know where to find the one you're looking for."

The half-wolf turns from where he sits at his campfire in the Mistwood Ruins to acknowledge the source of the voice. The Tarnished dismounts her spectral steed, looking worn as she approaches him. It's been several days since their first meeting; he'd half-expected never to see her again.

Despite Aloyna's initial words about lacking purpose, Blaidd's been hearing rumours. One, in particular, cites a Tarnished of no renown being called back to the Lands Between by long-lost Grace. Another says that the lord of Stormveil Castle has been vanquished at the hands of the very same individual. It cannot be a coincidence. She looks different, not in the way that loose tendrils of dark hair sweep down onto her face when they'd been pulled back prior, or how the late afternoon sun paints a golden hue on her olive skin when she'd looked so pale in the moonlight on the night they'd met; the change is in the eyes. They had been a different colour altogether just days ago; now, her irises shine a brilliant, bloody red. Blaidd has heard of those who dabble in rituals of blood, arcane arts that are often shunned by those aligned with the Golden Order. To each their own; the art of war demands creativity, and he isnโ€™t one to judge.

The ones called Tarnished are an interesting breed. Some say they can die and rise again. Others say destiny calls to them through the Grace that had once forsaken their kind. All walks of life in the Lands Between whisper of it. If she is supposed to be off slaying demigods and gathering shards of the Elden Ring, locating a disgraced bloodhound knight seems like it should be low on her list of priorities. Yet, here she stands, ready to help him as she claimed she would.

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im just a poor boyโ€ฆ i need no shrimpathyโ€ฆ ๐Ÿค

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mamaaaaโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆ just krilled a manโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆ.. ๐Ÿฆ

I hate it when people say u need to learn the basics of art before u go into itโ€ฆthe true way to learn art is actually going directly to drawing what you like, then being so attached to it that you have to go back and learn the fundamentals in order to make the art of what you like better.

This is also how you learn to write.

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*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, Iโ€™m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, Iโ€™m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?