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The Death and Rebirth of RahXephon: Adam Wescott revisits 2001 anime series RahXephon, starting with its early portrayals in media as an "Eva Clone," before building into an analysis of the work and its themes that have made the series a standout work, which helped push mecha forward as a genre.
Link: https://www.animeherald.com/2023/12/16/the-death-and-rebirth-of-rahxephon/
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I want to do a test on how much traffic and resources the Mastodon embed takes on my server, so boost this plz
https://www.gamingonlinux.com/2024/05/steam-deck-most-played-for-april-2024-has-plenty-of-fallout/
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Tengo que subir los encargos del trabajo a Mastodon más seguido 
#Art #Arte #Illustration #Ilustracion #Artist #Drawing #ArtistsOnMastodon #FediArt #MastoArt #MedievalArt #Commission #CommissionsOpen #FediHire
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Sef held up the opened book and pointed at a highlighted passage with their other hand.
"See? 'How to Engage with the Helpful Spirits Around You' has you as a featured spirit to call," they explained.
"Oh," Marakleighthly replied. "That explains why I've been so busy lately. I was starting to wonder..."
Sef nodded. "That's why I summoned you this time, actually. In case nobody had told you."
Marakleighthly smiled a strange smile that made Sef shiver.
"Well, that and I really need a second opinion on this new chocolate cake recipe..."
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Well that toilet lid and rug were obviously made out of an acquaintance. This was just basic revenge.
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Wings of Hope: A Lunar: Silver Star Story Retrospective: L.B. Bryant examines the classic role-playing game Lunar: The Silver Star, and its use of sound and visuals to present a distinctly "anime-like" experience that was novel and unexplored at the time of its release, and remains influential today.
Link: https://www.animeherald.com/2019/11/07/wings-of-hope-a-lunar-silver-star-story-retrospective/
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an instrument made out of feathers and rotary telephone dials
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• An Oxford comma walks into a bar where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
• A question mark walks into a bar?
• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
• A synonym strolls into a tavern.
• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
• A dyslexic walks into a bra.
• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.
Rosalba woke to the morning sun illuminating her tower room in the warm color of dawn. She stretched and moved to pull half-discarded blankets back over her naked body as if it somehow mattered.
There was a soft snort beside her, a flick of a long graceful tail.
"It's morning," Rosalba said softly. She had let the dragon in, and truly she'd been devoured, but-
"Should I leave?" the dragon asked in a soft growling voice.
"No," Rosalba replied. Someone would be there with her morning meal soon and she didn't want-
"We both should."
"The swarm is coming, the swarm is coming!" Nasi cried as he ran down the main street toward the town lord's mansion.
People quickly closed their windows and then rushed out to the street to make sure everything was ready. Shops shooed out their customers and locked up.
If Nasi said it was time, it was time.
Behind the town lord's mansion, fields of flowers were in full bloom, grown specially every year.
And every year Nasi waited to spot the great clouds of butterflies heading toward the town to make sure everyone could fully enjoy them.
Late at night in the boardinghouse kitchen, Felicie carefully emptied the contents of the fancy vial into her bowl. It was the last ingredient; now she just had to mix everything together and wait for the result.
She mixed and waited, and when nothing seemed to happen, she mixed a bit more and waited a bit longer.
Looking at her book, she was sure she'd done everything right, but-
"You're Felicie, aren't you? What are you making?"
There stood Felicie's cute new neighbor-across-the-hall.
"Something for shyness," Felicie said, smiling.
"We found it!"
Garrett looked from the shallow stream that ran crystal clear through the deepest part of the old forest to his horse, Tari, and smiled wide.
"We really found it!"
Tari didn't seem quite as excited, but Garrett didn't mind. They'd been searching for the stream for years and finally, it was in front of them.
Quickly, Garrett grabbed for a pack, one that was filled with empty vials and quickly he filled them.
And only then did he look again at Tari and then at the stream.
"Well, we found it. We should also make sure it works."
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✨ From Jenny and the Cat Club, written and illustrated by Esther Averill. 1958.
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From Verso Books:
"In Solidarity with the Students.
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https://www.versobooks.com/blogs/news/in-solidarity-with-the-students
After the mourners left and twilight fell, another group crept into the cemetery. They skulked behind headstones, creeping carefully with their shovels.
The Widow Redmond had been buried with her jewels and she didn't need them where she had gone...
They worked quickly; the sky still had a hint of purple when they cracked open her casket.
And then the Widow Redmond opened her spiritfire eyes.
"I've been dead for ten years, you idiots," she said, grinning.
They were the seventh group of grave-robbers she'd helped catch.
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Trying to resist the temptation to say “I’m behind on everything” because it implies there was a chance I could have completed the work in the time available.
And I couldn’t have.
The work is the work and it’ll get done when it gets done. Putting a bunch of pressure on myself to do the impossible isn’t helpful.
- The Lemonade Cafe (Fan/Original Fic)
- https://lemonadecafe.neocities.org/
Hello! | こんにちは! FE/FF/SaGa/GBF. I'm here for mobage/video games, general geekery, writing, and whatnot.
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