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taydaq · 6 months
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People are talking about a Mike/Ness ship from FNAF and I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW CUTE THAT WOULD BE.
EVEN THOUGH THEY'VE NEVER MET AND NESS HAD LIKE 5 LINES.
I did try drawing them, but... it didn't look good. LOL. I'll attempt again this weekend maybe!
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casteru · 1 year
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i would like to make the kitty gang outfit for my jimin sim but also leather textures are so :/
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lordoftherazzles · 2 years
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Would you ever write sad endings (bittersweet counts)?? 🥺
I'm not going to say I'd never write a sad ending...because there may be some little plot bunnies in the works that may, or may not, have a sad ending.
I was a little inspired by the challenge, and while this maybe doesn’t sound like a “sad ending” (as in the final page of a fic), it definitely is sad to me. I had something like this written for Acorntober that I deemed too sad to put out there (and promptly scrapped), and I’m sure that one was better than the stuff I pulled out of my ass during a writing sprint :D
I didn’t want to spend a ton of time on a sad piece (as I’m writing cracky fics right now), but here’s a little something that could wrap up a very sad, and very canon-compliant timeline of The Hobbit - or at least Bilbo’s thoughts upon Ravenhill.
TW: Major Character Death (you know the one)
Bilbo had never been one to beg and plead too terribly hard in his life, but right now it felt as if there was nothing else he could do but beg.
The desperation was there, clear as day in those burning hazel eyes. But not just one single pang of hurt plagued him, but a repetitive beating against his heart that somehow smothered his desire to sob as he clutched Thorin’s hands, noticing how the dwarf’s grip was growing weaker and weaker. How Thorin dared to be patting at him like this as if Bilbo were the one laying across the cold icy ground and fading out of existence, the hobbit would never understand.
It wouldn’t do any good to have those sad thoughts of defeat floating about his mind, not when there was still life within Thorin’s eyes. Thorin would be fine, he was a strong and stubborn dwarf that could defeat this, even if the wound to his middle was severe…there was still a chance. They’d skirted by death more times than any individual should–namely Thorin–and if the King Under the Mountain could survive a warg attack, then surely he could handle this one.
Stupid dwarf that he was, letting himself get skewered like this. When Thorin was all nice and better, Bilbo was planning to give him a bop on the head for his idiocy. If only Gandalf were here…or Dwalin to help start carting Thorin down Ravenhill towards proper healers. Bilbo would give anything to have that grey wizard at his side, he had brought Thorin back from the brink, and he could do it again if it was determined that Thorin’s strong will just…wasn’t enough.
“Hold on, Thorin…the eagles are here, don’t you see?” What grip that was around Bilbo’s hand had gone completely lax, and yet somehow, Bilbo managed to hang onto hope as if it were the only thing he had left. Admitting defeat, admitting to a world without this stupid stone brain would be–
The sound that crawled up Bilbo’s throat as his eyes finally screwed shut was not proud. It was miserable and made him feel gutted on the inside. What life had been in Thorin’s eyes, a pretty shade of sky blue had dulled to something more muted and lost. That’s exactly what the dwarf was to him–lost.
And there was no way to find him again.
The reality of it all hit Bilbo like a punch to the gut, and that pitiful wheeze of a sound that moved past his lips echoed into sobs, hard enough to where his mind felt like it was going to explode right out of his skull. Had he been a bit faster, perhaps a bit wiser, and not gotten bonked on the head by the blunt side of a weapon, perhaps he could have done something to spare Thorin this…this unfair fate.
Not to mention himself.
Far too many years in a lonely smial only to have his quiet reality shattered by a wizard and thirteen dwarves, and now Bilbo would have to return to that quiet life, but with no ignorance to what beauty the world truly held. It was full of adventure and wonder, but also love and heartache.
Gandalf had been right all along–Bilbo would never be the same upon his return to the Shire.
The company arrived at some point, first, it was Dwalin who had followed the echoing sounds of Bilbo’s wails, and then the rest alongside Gandalf arrived to pay their respects.
Bilbo had lost his ability to speak, feeling exhausted and spent as he was pried away from a cooling corpse, faced with what dim and dull future awaited him. It wasn’t fair. Thorin and his nephews had dreamed to see Erebor retaken, to see it flourish like the days of old, and yet, in the end, no one truly won. The mood was as somber as Bilbo had ever seen as he sat to the side, Gandalf next to him as they exchanged nothing but a glance while the wizard prepped his pipe for puffing.
It wasn’t fair.
The words continued to echo in Bilbo’s mind as he sat, tapping his fingers anxiously against his knees until finally, the words flew out of his mouth in exhaustion.
“I think I’m quite done with adventures, Gandalf…”
The grey wizard remained silent in his thoughts, casting Bilbo another glance and leaving it at that, for which Bilbo was grateful. He didn’t want words of wisdom or sympathy, and Bilbo was certain that Gandalf seemed to understand. 
Staring down at his palms, glancing at the dirt and the red stains that remained, all Bilbo could think about was Thorin’s desperate, and yet comforting, grip against his own, knowing that he’d never get to feel something like that ever again. What he wouldn’t give to be able to go hand in hand to the market of the Shire, or one of the guilds in Erebor. Or to give that big paw of a hand a firm squeeze whenever Thorin felt that ever returning self-doubt of his. But now Bilbo would never know what that truly felt like.
All he was left of was a memory of a dying grip and the longing for a long life of simply being there to hold Thorin’s hand–for a life that was just out of reach of his own two hands.
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I regret everything
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MEAN TO HIM!!!
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ineed-to-sleep · 6 months
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Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee
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emily-e-draws · 10 months
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treating every korok I find extra gently to make up for all the war crimes 💔
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everyone keeps talking about Jason vs Percy but why isn't ANYONE talking about how powerful they looked when they both used their powers TOGETHER at the same time, side by side, in Mark of Athena? Like Annabeth even got goosebumps watching them cook up such an intense storm from afar. Sparky and Seaweed brain, Power duo smh.
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zaana · 2 months
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Crosshair being a big brother
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mayfriend · 9 months
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a couple years ago, i got really ambitious and decided i was going to make a uquiz. it would be the uquiz to end all uquizzes, it would mean i used my history degree and it would be queer with a capital Q. and to be fair to past me, i did all the questions, had chosen what (or who, in this case) the results would be, and just had to write the bios for those results, which i did half of... and then crashed. two years later, i finally convinced myself to finish it off, so i mostly proudly present the 'which historical gay are you?' uquiz. if your result's bio is a little lacking, thats not because youre boring, it's because i'm chronically ill <3
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birdmenmanga · 3 months
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I think there's no greater indication that disco elysium is sympathetic towards communism when it literally says "communism is failure" and then the literal gameplay itself rewards trying and failing. The most obvious one being the Shivers check at the FELD mural, which is an Impossible 20 check BUT opens itself up again and again the longer you spend in the world doing things, but even just looking at sheer probabilities, for any given white check, rolling first and THEN putting a point into that skill upon failure is more likely to grant you success than putting a point first and then rolling, but that would require failing first.
Other things too: Precarious world saying you'll 100% fail red checks no matter what (not necessarily a bad thing, btw!! throwing the boule into the sea is a success but like. in some other ways one would want a perfect petanque throw instead. but people wouldn't typically assume that failure is desirable sometimes from the start) persuading you to accept that you'll fail some things that is irrevocable, for a world where everything is just a tiny bit easier.
The faux game over screen when you faint after reading Dora's letter— emulating a sense of failure on the scale of the entire game. When it rolls up most people go "What?? Game over?? No way, what did I do wrong!!" and waking up after that, with no huge or lasting impact on Harry's health or morale really tells the player, "Sometimes things will seem so bad that it all seems like it's coming to an end, but it's not the end, it's really not the end, go drink so water, you can still go on despite this failure"
I'm sure there are other things as well that are eluding me but like. The literal gameplay rewards failing and succeeding far more so than simply succeeding every single time, and I think you get a fuller experience of Elysium that way too
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originalartblog · 3 months
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Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.
If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)
i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.
i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.
and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.
HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.
now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.
my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.
i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.
by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!
keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"
similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."
the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"
if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.
the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.
godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.
the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.
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mwagneto · 10 months
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i'm sorry but i cannot stop thinking about it for reallll imagine you're richer than god and never had to face consequences for anything and you have so much money you don't even know what to do with it so you toss a quarter million at the stupidest tourism option on earth. and you see that the paper you have to sign tells you you could die and you look at the flimsy metal tube you're going to be plummeting into the ocean in and it doesn't even phase you because bad things don't happen to people like you. imagine some hours into the journey you realise something is wrong. maybe not you but somehow the knowledge that there was a fuckup becomes known to the 5 of you trapped in there. and you know you can't get out from the inside and you know you have no food and no bathroom and not even the room to ever stand up again. when does the realisation that your wealth cannot protect you from your inevitable mortality set in. how does someone like that reconcile with both death and the fact that it's 100% their own doing? can someone like this even come to terms with that or will they be fighting to find someone to blame until the last second? when does it reach you that all 5 of you are going to die one by one and there's nothing you can do? does the fact that 5 of you have enough air until thursday but one of you could have enough air until at least next week ever cross anyone's mind.
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tapakah0 · 8 months
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chthonic-kids · 11 days
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IT'S ON SIGHT CHRONOS
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