hi ichi, big fan of your streams!!! i did a lil fanart of ya, hope you like it :D you look cool as hell
"It's so crazy how talented people are... No one's ever drawn me fanart before! I gotta save this..."
"Thank you so much! I'll never forget this, especially once I got it hung up!"
(After I print it correctly, anyway...)
[[ichis reaction be my reaction ill be so fr HEHE BUT OMG tysm for the art im obsessed <3<3<3]]
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ok controversial opinion time! i'm actually kind of glad that cody didn't appear on tatooine with obi-wan.
was i devastated when i heard that he was cut from the kenobi script? yes. do i want to see these two being an old married couple? absolutely. BUT.
i feel like the whole tatooine husbands thing just maims cody's character. it reduces his existence to being obi-wan's caretaker, which is something that fanon loves to do. granted, cody feeling guilty for what he did is a major factor in his life, but he has no purpose on tatooine besides making obi-wan feel better. ultimately he doesn't need to be there, even if it would be nice to have a loved one around.
you know where cody DOES need to be, though? at the fucking rebel alliance headquarters. he'd be a godsend when it comes to organizing intel, rebel training, logistics and strategy. he knows his shit. and he knows how the empire works. i refuse to believe that he'd go off to tatooine on the vague notion of reconciling with a friend he lost 10 years ago. he simply has more important things to do with the rebel alliance, and i think he would choose their vision over any selfish future he could have with obi-wan.
this hurts to admit tbh but these two just wouldn't last in that blissful domestic setting as long as the empire is around. cody would go where he's needed the most and let's be real, obi-wan is doing fine by himself. that being said if kenobi ever gets a season 2 featuring cody on tatooine you probably won't see me complaining 🤡
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can't remember the exact exchange but when the priest asks margaret if she can finally hear god's voice and she's like "no. just my own." and stabs the shit out of him............ dolores westworld moments
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"Now can we please get on with the meeting already? The monarchy isn't gonna overthrow itself, y'know."
(ID: Kirby series fanart comic featuring Dark Meta Knight stuck in a mission debriefing, clearly bored and letting his thoughts wander towards a certain rat thief, much to the frustration of his old friend/begrudging henchperson, Mirror Sailor Dee. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)
Me: wants rarepair shenanigans. Also me: wants compelling plotlines. Also me: compromises by making an absurd amount of notes for yet another highly-detailed and overcomplicated AU. Also me: tired of my nonsense.
Started 03/09/24, finished 03/10/24.
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Transcript:
Panel 1
*A dimly-lit, nondescript room, the plain walls tacked with papers and sticky notes depicting scribbled writing and various images, such as the Dimension Mirror, Dark Matter, the sword Master, a crossed-out headshot of Shadow Dedede, and the symbol for anarchy. DMK sits at a simple table looking off to our left with lidded eyes, leaning his head on one hand, the other tapping idly against the tabletop (SFX: tmp tmp). Three thought bubbles float over his head, each showing a different physical feature of Daroach - his sharp-toothed smile, his long claws, and his big ears respectively. A faint blush can be seen just behind the knight's mask.*
Panel 2
M!Sailor: (from off-screen, depicted as a simplified Waddle Dee head with two slash scars on their right cheek, wearing a white sailor cap with a blue-and-periwinkle ribbon, a blue bill, and two fishing hooks embedded in the top, yelling with their eyes squeezed shut) Hey, scarface! Quit daydreaming about your boyfriend for five seconds and pay attention!
*DMK startles, eyes shrunk to little gold lines, the arm holding up his head slipping out from under him, nearly bumping his chin on the table.*
Panel 3
*DMK turns sharply to our right to point and glare at M!Sailor off-screen, slamming his fist down on the table (SFX: THUD!).*
DMK: (angrily) Hey, shut up, he's not my-
Panel 4
*DMK pauses, his eyes once more shrunk to points, his pointing hand dropping a bit as he realizes what he just said (shown by an ellipses over his head). A tiny bit of blush can be seen through the mask.*
Panel 5
DMK: (glaring and pointing once more, the blush in his face more noticeable, visibly sweating) I mean, I am paying attention!
M!Sailor: (from off-screen, looking unimpressed with half-lidded eyes) Nice cover, Boss. Very convincing.
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i will say though that the fact that i am keeping up with my classwork, found an apartment that i like, learned how to cook, AND landed a library job where i am the youngest person on staff is actively fucking deranged when considering the fact that i am literally just trauma in a girl suit right now. like i got a JOB like this. i am EMPLOYED.
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i just spent my whole damn day writing a silly little fanfiction only stopping for a goddamn piano break and holding my piss in for far longer than healthy. the shit i do for you kids istg.
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SANDPAPER PLEASE GIVE THEM TO MOTHER GOAT
yeah, sandpaper.
you heard 'em. go do that.
whaat? me?
no, no.
they clearly addressed sandpaper. not me.
's not my job.
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Her father had for many years relieved himself from the burden of a father's cares, and now had hardly the right to claim a father's privileges.
Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?
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I’m having one of those days where I’m desperately trying to cut a deal with my anxiety. It’s like working with the devil where you know they’ll keep coming back no matter how much you sacrifice.
“Look, I know you want to remind me of that humiliating thing I did when I was sixteen, play it on loop and then amplify it as if it’s happening in real time right now. But I’ve got deadlines and things that require my focus. If you could box this thought and shelve it for a few hours so I can work then I promise I’ll let it out at bedtime and I’ll get four hours of sleep instead of my usual six. How’s that sound?”
Sometimes the demon relents and accepts the peace treaty. But sometimes it decides that violence was the only clear choice and it piles on new intrusive thoughts that are worse than the starter, reminding me that I’m at its mercy and I can only win when it feels generous enough to let me. There are days I come out victorious but I don’t think today will be one of them.
I can’t afford to lose.
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