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What cruel made it so the feeling of hunger and feeling of shitting the same thing
Why must it be that I, a pity-less mortal, must suffer for the sins that a forfather from long ago did
Which god was the one that gave us this curse, was it Zeus, I bet it’s Zeus that fucker
“but he’s not dead, still isn’t. kenjirou was meant to die five years ago and he’s meant to die now, but for some fucking reason he’s still alive, forced to watch as literally everyone else is taken from his world.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34353031
so whumptober huh
Marama, my love, this looks wonderful. I love you.
Yippee I can post the art I made for the incredible mermaid Himiko design from @miowess (thanks for it again!!), it was soooo fun to draw I loved it sm 🥺🥺🥺
I’m so hungry. Why am I so hungry? I tried looking it up, but I don’t have anything pointing towards diabetes or thyroid issues, I know I’m not pregnant, and I doubt I have hypoglycaemia either. I genuinely don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m just so hungry.
I’m so hungry.
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Masterpost
“(either we eat God or he eats us)”
— Caroline Walker Bynum, “Women Mystics in the Thirteenth Century,” from Jesus as Mother: Studies in the Spirituality of the High Middle Ages (via abandonarium)
Caroline Bynum, excerpt from Fragmentation and Redemption: Essays on Gender and the Human Body in Medieval Religion
The millions of civilians in need of humanitarian aid in Syria are bracing themselves for dwindling international help this year, after the World Food Programme (WFP) has ended its mandate for the country as of 2024. The Syrian government last week extended its approval for cross-border United Nations humanitarian aid to be delivered through a crossing with Turkey for another six months. The mechanism is an attempt by Syrian President Bashar al-Assad government to enhance his legitimacy in the eyes of the international community since Russia, a main backer of Assad, blocked UN Security Council resolution to use the Bab al-Hawa crossing in July, forcing international partners to work with Damascus.
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Sex is definitely healthier and more enjoyable
Sex is a lot like candy. You want a lot of it. And in different flavours and variations. And when you’re finished, you soon start craving it again.
I seek you out.... You are all I hunger for tonight.
Coldness -> Hunger Headcanon (and it includes reference to Rafal's infamous plate-smashing habit):
Disclaimer: There's only a little evidence for this being true, and I might be projecting, so I could be far off. It just made sense in my head and I've been thinking about it lately.
There could be other, more human reasons for Rafal’s coldness aside from magic, a formerly Evil soul, or He’s Just Like That.
This thought was inspired by the characterization of BBC’s Sherlock, and myself to a much lesser extent. (I tend to crank Rafal's traits up to extremes because he's an even worse all-or-nothing person than I am.)
Also, apparently, according to Google, I seemingly have zero “normal” hunger cues? I wasn't aware that being cold was “abnormal” until now. Does anyone relate to this or is it just me? I know it cannot reasonably be just me.
Moving on, the canon evidence is:
The "skinny snowman" line from Rise, if the implication of thermal (not figurative) coldness follows "snowman."
That one time when he sat watching torture for a few days without moving at all.
So, the headcanon is that Rafal forgets to eat. Or thinks he’s too absorbed in stuff going on to eat or that eating is beneath him. Any explanation will do. And, his hands (or body) become cold as a result, as the only physical signal of hunger, extremities first.
The second headcanon that incidentally came out of this is that Rafal would make a incredibly talented Gamemaker for the Hunger Games, haha—not good.
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[In the silver tower:]
Rhian: Rafal! EAT something. That is an order.
Rafal: [petulantly] No! I haven’t finished these Trial plans! I can't decide if death trap #263 should go in the Cyan Caves or Pine Glen. The caves would trap them—so only one exit, which could be blocked for best results in eliminating the greatest number of competitors at once. But, the pines are disorientingly-spaced at extremely regular intervals this year—meaning, they'll get lost sooner without distinct landmarks or will feel unsettled and dizzy by the uncanny repetition of the maze since it'll be man-made...
Rhian: Well, actually, about that—
Rafal: [derisively] Don't need your input, Sir-'Only-Kill-In-Self-Defense.' I'm not reconsidering at this late stage. If this is about your famous health-aging-and-mortality lecture, that doesn’t work on me anymore. We’re immortal. It doesn’t matter and never will. Now, stop wasting time on right silly things.
Rhian: I know you think digestion of a large meal will slow you down, but at least eat something small or regular-sized. Please. Aren't you hungry? It's been three days.
Rafal: No. I don't feel a thing. I haven't felt a thing in... I've lost count. Stop bothering me and go away. I have to finish this first.
Rhian: Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Rafal: No. Why would I need to? I always look excellent, I'll have you know.
Rhian: [sighs] You’re cold. Have you noticed? For all your keen powers of observation, you're tremendously bad at paying attention to your physical self. I bet you're tired, too, and in denial about it.
Rafal: I'm not tired and I’m always cold. I shouldn't even have to dignify those sorts of questions with a response. Your point?
Rhian: [points at Rafal.] You're being a child. And you're irritable.
Rafal: Well, I wouldn't say I'm a proper delight either. Learn to moderate your expectations like the rest of them. Now, say something worth my time or leave.
Rhian: We don't have to go through this every time. Look. Your fingers and lips have turned blue.
Rafal: So?
Rhian: All right. I’m leaving this plate, with this food on it, next to you. You haven't forgotten what food is, have you? And I'm not talking about that inedible slop your students eat.
Rafal: [rolls his eyes] Don't need it. [Has stopped paying attention—] Utensils... too finicky... plate takes up surface area on desk. No room for paper. Then I won't be able to concentrate on this. Deadlines.
Rhian: It's a sandwich. You'd know if you bothered to look up for even one second. Problem solved. The plate can go on the floor. No wastes of space. Nothing encroaching on your papers. You can use one hand to eat it and the other hand to finish writing down your plans. And light a lamp. You'll strain your eyes. [He sets the plate on the desk.]
Rafal: Bah—whatever. The dark suits me. [He tries to sweep the plate off the table like usual—]
Rhian: [snatches it out of his reach and sets it down safely on the floor.] When I come back, I want it gone. Not via sorcery. Not via loophole exploitation. But eaten. You will eat it and not throw it out the window at the birds. You will not stuff it under the carpet or in the rubbish. It will go into your stomach and that's final.
Rafal: [not listening] Yes, yes. Sustenance. Yatter-yatter about this and that and tosh. Got it.
Rhian: Look, I know you don’t need to eat, but you ought to. I also expect the same of this glass of water, [he sets it on the desk] and if they’re still here when I return, I will sabotage your all-important project and tell my Evers your Trial strategy, so they win. I'll even tell the pots and pans to cook something with actual nutrients in it for your students, which you seem to have forgotten about. Did you know they've been cutting classes? They don't work like you, you know, and you can't deprive mortals.
Rafal: [scoffs] You wouldn’t. You’re too Good to do it. And I'll tell Humburg to handle my Nevers, thank you very much.
Rhian: Ever heard of the greater Good? You’re looking right at it. Now eat.
Rafal: [groans and picks up the sandwich.]
Rhian: [smugly] Good.
Rafal: [mutters something about: what's the point of endurance and asceticism if they're never put to use? What's the point of training if it's never practiced? What's the point of immortality if you can't make use of your superiority over mortals with their trivial bodily needs—he peeks at what's between the bread.] Ah. Cucumber. You're forgiven.
Rhian: The things I have to live with— [He leaves and slams the door.]
Drive: Hunger I thought I saw you say some posts ago to not say her name. Are you afraid of you know who to not say her name out loud?
Okay! Lore time with Tipsy!! ✨
First of all, I'd like to make it clear that the Valley of Echoes, my AU, is mostly based on dreams / nightmares of mine (shouldn't be a surprise, they all live in a place called “Dreamtide” after all hsgshsh)
Third, this AU isn't all about roses and friendship – There are many topics that can be sensitive to some people. Violence and gore are quite common; And it continues with mental illnesses, domestic abuse, mentions of depression, etc. etc...
This creature here is based on a dream I had about FNaF! In the earliest version of the story, there were originally three guardians to look after the children of Solveil: Alpha, Beta, and Charlie (This one rabbit up here is Charlie, yes). My brain was becoming a mush trying to think of a new design for those three, and then... BAM!! I already like to reference other works in my stories, so why not? If you see something familiar in the future and think "Hey, I think I've seen this somewhere before-” Well, maybe you're not wrong! This time, I based the design of this monstrosity on one of my favorite artworks – The Drawkill series.
So, here’s a glimpse of the Chimera Initiative! A project created by Solveil and Twilight to hunt for shards of the Elements of Harmony and the like. Again, if you are sensitive, I suggest not paying too much attention to the smaller details – There's a lot of dark stuff behind this tale!
There is still SO much I still want to show here! The girls' mother, some Dreamtide specific events, the new Cutie Mark Crusaders-- whoah! I've never felt so inspired!! 💪🦈✨
You going to introduce us to whoever that is, Mei?
“I dunno what the big deal about my mother is. If she had that too, maybe she could help! Right?...”
Ameisha, are you, by chance, related to Peppermint Twist in any way? You have very similar coat and mane colors.
“No offense to the kid, of course-”
“You're no fun.”
First of all, thanks for asking this! Made me search through the depths of my gallery to find her reference, haha-
But anyways, time to yap about my universe a bit!!
Mei's entire family deals with something called Echo Syndrome. “But what's that?” You may ask- it's not a very difficult thing to understand! Think of it as a want / desire that is not actually desired by someone; Here, unwanted desires are like echoes, that reverberate until they form something new. Hence the name. ✨
So, Meet... “Hunger”! Mei's undesired echo. This is all hereditary, so maybe it helps to imagine where, or rather, who, the girls actually came from!