This space is already pretty toxic for trans creators like me.. but it’s just SO SO MUCH WORSE for BIPOC creators. The racism and hostility for darker skinned VTubers is just on a completely different level.

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꒰ა curtain call ໒꒱ #gposers • #birbseeds • #viera • #amonwol

dancing with the stars! #FFXIVART #ffxiv #FinalFantasyXIV

AmonWol a glimpse of their journey

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제노스 드림 커미션 받고 지금 승천중입니다

나름 진심으로고백한다고 꽃을 흩날렸는데 빛전 알라미고 PTSD눌려서 망한 고백 돼서 그냥 시원하게 함 싸웠다

I rarely post emetwol because there really isn't an clear emetwol in my story for certain reasons. But there's this one episode. 😏

♊ Requiem for a Dream 🌟 — The hour is come. It is time to leave. A fascinating journey it has been, is it not? Surely enlightening, and though it took you more time than I expected, you finally arrived at the threshold of our destination. Always having to be the one who waits for you... Some things truly never change. So you witnessed the truth, same as I did before you. You grasped the nature of the darkness in the cage, the tragedy and suffering imposed on mankind—you wept with them, shared in their pain, and your resolve to end the cycle was steeled. And glimmering in the roiling shadows of deception, the humble yet marvelous light of each human soul, defying the decree of the Light simply by virtue of, despite being broken and humiliated, standing to face one more day, to protect that which they love. The light in the dark—this is what you truly saw. And now you know the truth. You did not see the light despite the Dark. You saw it because of the Dark. A fine dream we shared. You wished to preserve what you had in this world, as it was all you had known. I wished to rebuild what once I had known and lost. But I longed for a third path, you see... one that only would be found the day you returned to me. And now, you see that uncharted path before you as well—our new dream, mine and yours both. The cage tried to divide us over our dreams—nay, divide mankind as a whole. It told us the lie: "Your dream will never come to pass if another's dream is fulfilled." But we do not have to play by its rules anymore. Why abide by such twisted law, when we can simply merge our dreams together and give birth to something better? The dream is over. Our world is coming to an end. And it is time for mankind, united as one once more, to awaken—to escape the cage, and step into reality. Here, share a moment of silence with me. To remember our journey, and the worlds we are leaving behind us, before crossing the bridge into the light of the future. Our joys and sorrows, our triumphs and losses, our glory and our shame... our lights and our shadows. Let us sing a requiem for the dream of Paradise, and all that will be lost but never forgotten, with sorrow in our hearts and joy in our souls—here, at the edge of a new beginning. ... Now come, take my hand. It is time to return home, into the unknown future, into the real Paradise of hope and love—together, never to be parted again. #emetselch #エメトセルク

♊ Light of the Depths 🌟 — Behold him, Bringer of Light, cradled in Shadow. Prince of the Land, beloved child of the Star—blessed by Death, bestower of gentle endings and giver of new beginnings... and yet, the crown he bears is woven from cold thorns. Keeper of Death, fated eternally to walk a lone path as bridge between two realms. Scorned by the living, trapped in their terror of Death—of losing all they possess, by their fear of the unknown... without realizing that none they hold onto belongs truly to them, as everything is destined to return to the Dark's embrace one day. The Prince may be scorned by the living—but he is cherished by the souls of the departed. Their quiet, gentle watcher over their dreams and hopes, and bringer of new hope for their future lives. But the departed rarely speak... and the Prince knows, his role will always be unrewarded by open praise. Silence is his realm—deeds unknown and unacknowledged. And thus the Prince's crown is made of steel and thorns. There is no splendor. No vanity. No glory. The crown digs into his skin—loneliness in shadows deep the price it demands. For a ruler's duty is that of service—to his people, regardless of the personal cost. Only he who suffers in silence and bears the weight of the crown, who receives but fear and scorn and still is devoted to his responsibility—only he is humble enough to wield power. Only he knows the value and meaning of honor. Of sacrifice. Of love. But his honor remains untainted, radiant underneath the shadows. His sacrifices do not go unnoticed. His love is not unrewarded. In time, by Justice's flow, what lies beneath the darkened waves shall arise bathed in light. And that day, the Prince of the Land will emerge truly from the shadows, stepping out as the brightest light—unfolding the wings of hope for all of mankind, living and dead. For he is the Star's dearest son. Blessed by Death, beloved by Life. The purest light cradled by darkest shadow. Creation's greatest gift—neverending change, the ending that leads to new beginnings. #emetselch #エメトセルク

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