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lunarwednesday · 11 months
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wondering about Frank and insects but specifically about how it looks like the WH insects are highly stylized, so does Frank even know anything about real butteflies/insects?
& if he saw a real one, would he recognize it? are all of the species names he applies to the WH bugs real, or are they all made up like "Vibrant Eyespot" or "Fluttering Heartwing"?
and then there's the question - does the neighborhood have some of the more 'undesirable' bugs like moths, worms, roaches, spiders? does it have bugs outside of the generic groups of beetles and butterflies? like are there mantids? leafbugs? dragonflies? weevils? or are those too specific/complex/not-cute for the Playfellow Workshop to have included?
and then there's the question of what are the bugs? props? puppets? are they alive or do the neighbors just perceive them as such? Do they even exist outside of art, storybooks, and animated segments? I highly doubt they're alive like the neighbors are, since in the gif of Frank's head spinning, the framed butterflies' wings are moving. which is kind of horrifying if you think about it for more than a second.
just... the critters Frank loves so so so much being a complete fabrication... every piece of knowledge he prides himself on / delights in knowing being utterly Untrue... oof
#by not-cute i mean that most bugs dont sell well as marketable plushies#cute butterflies? round adorable beetles? those fit right in with a vibrant puppet-y world#so it'd make sense if those are the only two bug groups that exist#along with like. caterpillars of course. i can also see bees being a probable candidate for Existing In The World#AGHHHHH THIS HAS BEEN EATING AT ME FOR DAYS NOW#been questioning how the neighbors' consciousness and awareness manifests as well#might make a different post on that since this one has a Topic and id like to Stay On It for once#well. its related. but that deserves its own Pondering#welcome home speculation#i dont know what else to tag this as!#absolutely unprompted#ALSO ALSO are there any animals outside of insects?#does the neighborhood have birdsong but no birds? if one listens real hard to it will they notice it looping?#do they have squirrels? critters in general? is that why wally doesnt know what a rat is? he'd have no reason to.#in his world they simply don't exist.#anyway but i wonder how frank would react to seeing a real butterfly (& insects in general)#the WH ones are gigantic in comparison and overly-colorful and friendly & cutesy#wouldnt it be painful if he was scared of them. if they look too alien. would it be the spongebob butterfly episode all over again#many many thoughts tonight....#but also....#what if he tried to frame a real one. expecting it to be Fine and Alive when he pins it bc they always have been#theyve always been perfectly happy fluttering in their frames#but a real one would fucking die. so. yikes#traumatic core memory unlocked! frank frankly has discovered Death
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mylarena · 1 year
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EVERYBODY shut the fuck up. coffee shop barista au. soap is a barista and this one guy comes in at the same time on the dot every day and orders the same thing every time. (its straight black coffee with so much added caffeine that soap thinks it could kill a horse.) the man is like, 6′4″ and built like a brick house. soap is a pretty big guy himself, but god does he makes him look tiny.
his hair is blond, light enough that in some lighting it looks nearly silver. it seems to be a mess constantly- wavy locks that curl around the tips of his ears, fringe just long enough to partially cover one of his eyes. just long enough that someone could reach up and tuck it behind his ear. and soap wants to, if not just to get to feel his hair- it looks so fucking soft and smooth and soap wonders what his hair care routine is. (because surely you cant get hair that good without putting work into it, right?)
his upper face is littered with scars; over the bridge of his nose, across his cheeks, under his eye. theres probably more, but anytime he shows up he has a face mask on, one with some dumb skeleton design on it that would probably look stupid on anyone else, but somehow he makes it work.
and his eyes- god, his eyes. his left eye is a brilliant shade of blue with a shock of green at the bottom, something soap has never seen before. the two colors seem to clash and meld together all at once, an enchanting phenomenon that soap wants to study. his right eye is a deep, gorgeous chocolate brown, swirled with a lighter caramel tone that brightens his eye but makes his gaze no less intense. anytime he locks eyes with soap, he loses his breath- hes never seen someone so fucking beautiful in his entire life.
his voice is low and gravelly, a deep, accented rumble that soap swears to god he can feel in his bones. the man doesnt mince his words, but every time he does speak soap can feel himself shiver. he hopes it isnt visible.
the only name he gives for his order is ghost. that isnt enough for soap. he wants his first name- his real name, a name he can place to the beautiful face that lurks in his mind. (and in his sketchbooks.)
so he tries to pry it out of the man. he offers his own name first, john mactavish, but ghost doesnt give him his own name, instead opting nod and hum. he takes to calling soap ‘johnny’, something that soap has notably refused to let anyone call him, no matter how close they are. he allows ghost to call him it, finding the heat it spreads through his body pleasant and welcoming it. gaz, his fellow barista, is disgruntled when he finds out that soap is letting someone call him johnny when he was firmly denied the permission to do so himself.
every day soap asks for a name for the coffee, hoping that one day he’ll slip and tell him, but he never does. its always ghost, you know this, johnny. he keeps trying despite the ineffectiveness.
sometimes he throws out guesses. over time they get increasingly ridiculous, trying to get a huff or a snort out of the man when he looks at his cup. whatever name he chooses is accompanied by some shitty dad joke- one time ghost had told one that was god awful, but soap could see the glee in his eyes when he groaned and complained. he sees ghost look at the writing everytime he hands over the drink, and he adores the amusement he sees dancing in his gaze at the jokes, so he keeps it up.
their banter shifts from friendly teasing to flirting constantly- oftentimes mid-conversation. sometimes its soap who does it, (”the maaask... take it off?” “show my face?” “yes.” “no.” “are you ugly?” “quite the opposite.” “i doubt that.”) and other times its ghost. (”you like tequila?” “could use one right about now.” “id murder for a whiskey.” “you mean scotch?” “i drink bourbon.” “like a good ol’ boy...” “...  i love kentucky.” “yer out o’ yer mind, ghost.” “thats for sure.”)
(gaz is this fucking close to complaining to price about the sexual tension around them. if he has to deal with soap making eyes at this customer for one more fucking minute he thinks hes going to snap.)
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lunetual · 1 year
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gunwook gets PRANKED!!!!     + the moment he realizes what’s happening
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elliotthedork · 3 months
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My baby boy
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I want to give him a big ol' smooch
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narcan-necromancer · 2 months
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resssistance · 1 year
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Happy 25th birthday to Shoma Uno! To all your smiles, and many more that are yet to shine. Thank you 💙
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certibbs · 8 months
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Damn, I never thought I would be into githyanki but your tav is so hot!
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Ahahaha thank you! He's very flattered :)
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wool-string · 11 months
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Nakano being portrayed as a clumsy idiot in the anime really sucks because he’s really more than that.
If anything I realized that for someone with such dumb luck, he is actually quite dexterous!
I mean, him saving Akiyama from Tanaka in a spur of the moment and then getting away quickly. Even Tanaka had to comment on how fast he was!
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His entire suit encounter. He was dodging multiple shots and skilled hit men chasing him down and if that’s not badass idk what is. Sure he looked a bit clumsy as he did so, but he was doing it. And he still managed to try to keep Hirasawa safe.
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His chase with Kei also shows how quick he thinks, though it’s not always right. But I think what mostly threw him off with the Kei fight was his hesitation. Tbf that would throw anyone off tho lol
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And then BOTH car chases where he managed to get them where needed even with cop cars chasing or crowds of people around
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His skill is literally running away but he’s too stubborn to do so completely from the fight. He keeps pushing forward and yk I love him for that.
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stamplerfag · 5 months
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im gonna answer the other ask later but TRANSFEM SCARY I WAS. ALSO THINKING HBBBGNN
#willy goes both ways abt such things bcus. one he is a misogynist and a homophobe or at least was on earth. obviously#and he still holds you know that. hypermasculine toxic mindset as of s1 based on the uhhh#“overly feminine namby pamby” whatever he says#(kicking myself for not having it memorized)#but i assume that he encountered more variable things in the forgotten realms that may have made him more normal abt. gender variance there#god okay i. hes not. he has an opinion of “you can be a freak if you want whatever. ill play pretend with you. ill tolerate it.”#i really like transmasc ron for similar reasons.. of.... especially when they meet in the cabin where hes cooking fish#and willys like “thats right get some bass in your voice boy !!”#like i know its just regular like. ron isnt masculine enough. but it reads very sarcastic....#“get some bass in your voice” like . you wanna be a boy so bad okay. ill humor you. hahahah. man up then.#um but transfem scary i like a similar. thing. of.... tolerating her being a girl and playing along but always being.#kind of chiding about it.#im so worried were not on the same pagw#which is fine obviously but i get so shy abt when. someone offers me headcanons that i dont agree with and i have to be like#“hahaha yeah whatever you say” like i cant say anything back cus its Wrong to me. BUT.#god though yeah her. visibly being hard around him & its both deeply sort of gross but very flattering to him like. i can work with this...#i think of him as a. opportunist. hes not into cock & not into kids really. dwindling upwards of teen girls but eh.#so when a cute troubled teen girl is literally. offering herself up to you at your feet man its like. why would i say no !! ♡#hes more into taking advantage of her than any of her personal details you know. like her as a person doesnt really. matter. who cares#shes available and stupid and looking to him for advice and validation.#sorry again i havent LISTENED TO ANY OF THIS. I CAN BE WRONG#didnt anthony make the joke abt willy not being brave enough to try pegging. maybe this is his chance#who said that. who. said that#you really want to manipulate a teen girl then you humble yourself and suck her cock and shes yours forever.#im crazy. im crazy#.dxt#scary
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mushiewrites · 1 year
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George and Punz for 6?
from this prompt list!
yay hi Kasey! you didn't say a lee or ler, so I did lee!Punz / ler!George, I hope that's okay! 😇
prompt 6 -  “are you…? oh my god. you are.”
“I see someone’s made themselves at home already,” The blonde tilted his head up to see George standing at the end of the couch with a smirk. He was on the other side of the armrest, where Punz had been resting his ankles with his legs crossed while he lounged and scrolled through emails. “What’s it been like, two hours since you got here?” 
“Three, actually.” Punz replied, rolling his eyes with a scoff at the comments. He shook his head slightly, chuckling as he lifted his phone back up to continue scrolling. It was silent for a few seconds, and Punz relaxed back into the cushions, assuming George had walked away. 
In actuality, George was still standing by the arm of the couch, looking Punz up and down to see if he could come up with a way to mess with him. His eyes landed on the socked feet that were a mere few inches away from his twitching hands, and he bit his lip to hold in the giggle that threatened to expose his plan. He had no idea if Punz was ticklish or not, but at the very least, it was guaranteed to surprise him.
The brunette watched him for a few more seconds before holding his two pointer fingers in front of him, slowly wiggling them as he moved them closer and closer to Punz’s feet. When George’s finger met the fabric of his sock, Punz jolted with a yelp, immediately bending his legs into his chest. He sat up to face George, who was staring at him with wide eyes and an excited grin on his face. 
“Punz…”
“Don’t.” Punz wrapped his arms around his shins, pressing his palms flat over the tops of his feet as George slowly walked around to stand in front of the couch, blocking any chance of escape. 
“Are you…” He paused as he watched the blush flood quickly into Punz’s cheeks, spreading down his neck and over his nose. “Oh my God. You are.” 
Before Punz could protest, nails were suddenly skittering over his knees, tickling in circles and random patterns that had the blonde squealing with laughter.
“Nohoho! George! Geohohorge, wahahait!” 
“For what? You’re anti-ticklish medicine to kick in or something? Just shut up, idiot.” George responded, voice dripping with sarcasm as his smile spread wider watching the boy in front of him squirm and throw his head back with a loud cackle.
“I’m- I’m nohohot an idiot!” Punz protested through his giggles, a tiny snort making itself known every so often when George would hit a particularly sensitive spot on the bottom of his kneecaps. “P-Plehehease George!” 
“Just be lucky you weren’t wearing those jeans with all the holes.” George teased, switching back to the pointer finger technique as he continued to swirl little circles against Punz’s knees. He squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling, his laughter growing in volume. Punz couldn’t stop himself as his hands flew up to cover his knees, needing to get rid of the tickling feeling more than protecting a spot that was already targeted. 
However, Punz quickly found out that George actually was not done targeting that spot, letting out a huge shriek when he felt a grip on his ankle. George held onto his left ankle, yanking it away from the rest of Punz’s body and holding it up high, causing him to fall back against the couch cushions with the position essentially keeping Punz from sitting back up. 
“No! N-No way, George. Please!” Punz pleaded as George turned his head to the side, lifting his chin up to meet the blue eyes that were full of nothing but nervousness and giddiness. He smirked one last time at Punz, ignoring his pleas as he used his free hand to drag his fingers up the squirming boy’s foot. 
“Awh, is little Punzy wunzy a bit too tickwish?” George teased in his signature overly British voice he used whenever he messes around with friends, always over exaggerating the accent and making his voice go high pitched. He used his pointer and middle finger to scratch up and down the arch of Punz’s foot, causing him to stomp his free foot against the couch, not knowing what to do with the feeling.
“NOHOHO! Oh FUHUCK, dohohn’t! Stohohop!” 
“Don’t stop? Well, alright!” The elder didn’t give Punz a chance to respond before shoving his fingers under his toes, squeezing and scribbling under them while the blonde boy thrashed and pounded his fists into the couch. George smirked, hearing how loud Punz was laughing and also catching the little squeaks that he produced whenever he scratched a finger over the ball of Punz’s foot. 
“NAHAHAHA I- I DIDIDN’T MEHEHEAN IT LIKE THAHAHAT!” Punz whined through his laughter, which was now borderline hysterical as George continued to tickle over the wiggling foot he had trapped in his grasp. 
“Well, that’s what you said, so it looks like we’re gonna be here for a looooooong time, Punzy!” Punz groaned through his giggles at the nickname, bringing his hands up and twisting them into the neck of his hoodie, quickly lifting it to cover his reddened face. 
When George eventually released his foot, Punz attempted to scramble off the couch, trying to escape before he could do anything, but was stopped when the brunette suddenly grabbed his right ankle, this time yanking him into a laying position as George held his ankle in a headlock. 
“Where do you think you’re going, blondie? I never said I was done,” George smirked, watching Punz melt into the couch with a new round of laughter as he traced a finger up and down the sole of his foot. “And we’re not finished until I say we are.”
Punz’s eyes grew as wide as saucers, swallowing thickly as he felt goosebumps begin to rise on his skin. He shuddered through his panicked giggles, having a feeling that he definitely wouldn’t be shown an ounce of mercy any time soon.
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bangcakes · 4 months
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#.... seeing him monday NDNDNDJJDJFFJJF#personal#with other ppl but still !!!!!!!!#n ive been like. twisting everything in my mind like oh you know maybe he liked someone else n not me. but#theyre not even in the country. and he had previously told me he didnt wanna see any of them again#and so. the logical conclusion is that. hes going. for me NDJJDJDJDJZJZM#I JUST. UNLESS HE REALLY LIKES SUSHI??????#idk im freaking out. ive never got this far. im just NDJJDJDJDJDJD#the past few days..... tellin me his job news.... confiding in me.... now goin to a dinner with ppl he doesnt like.... to see me....#i cant handle it NFJDJJDJDJDJDJDMX#like god this is so weird. i never thought this would happen to me im just NDJJZJZJZJZJDJZJ#hes so cute.....#i hope we get to sit near each other at the dinner NNDNZMZMZMSM#im not gonna overly try. and like with his bad luck JDJDDJMDDJSJSJ idk idk lmao#but...... GOD. he was just some guy with a seagull icon and a name on zoom.... then like he was just some guy that sat near me#then just like a guy i talked to sometimes and now we're friends and i JUST....????? MAYBE GONNA BE MORE???? ITS SO WEIRD. IDK. IDK#i cant believe we're this close. im literally NJDJDJFJXJMXMMM#HHHHHH#i like. ... i also looked at job stuff today. bc u know. i could actually FOCUS. bc i wasnt like. sherlock holmsing whether he liked me or#not bc i think its pretty clear at this point. im just NDJJDJZJZJJZJZJZMSMSMSMSMMZMZ IDK. IDK. ITS SO WEIRD.#I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME#AND WITH HIM???? SO WEIRD. IDK JDNDJJDJDJDJXJ I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED IM JUST. YA. GONNA TRY TO STAY CALM.
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Me, aged 5. Spoken to my extremely Catholic grandmother, matriarch of the family, who had crosses and pictures of saints hanging in every room of the house: [little, uncannily-enunciated voice] “Grandma, when your church gets destroyed in Armageddon, you can come to our kingdom hall!”
#exjw#ex cult#I’m overly-conscious of how I speak now; but as a child I was about as blunt as a sledgehammer#Yeah my dad got SLAMMED for that one#There was no mistaking what I said because I spoke like a little adult#I was… something. Cute but weird and kind of manipulative.#At that age I enjoyed creeping out adult men in public by intensely staring at them#only adult men; not women#I also pushed boys down the slide and called them “scaredy-cat” until they agreed with me that they were cowards#I planned out in my head one time that my dad was going to walk into the living room with coffee in his hand#so if I scared him at just the right moment; he’d jolt and coffee would spill all over the floor#So I tested my hypothesis and it worked.#My goal was to get him to spill the coffee#I was around four or five but with the calculation of a serial killer (which isn’t saying much because serial killers are dumb)#I watched ET and wanted to see if I could hide in plain sight in my basket of stuffed animals#So I just waited in there very patiently until my dad went looking for me. Held my eyes open without blinking and remained very still#He walked in… looked right at me but didn’t see me; walked out. Walked back in#This time he saw me and got the crap scared out of him when he realized I was right there in front of him the whole time#But I never went into anything to prank anyone… I wasn’t in it for humor; I wanted to be smarter and more powerful than people#if only for a second#I wanted to see if I could come up with a plan involving other people and have those people do what I wanted them to do#But you see I was so sweet 90% of the time that no one thought anything of it — or even noticed what I was doing in some cases#Fortunately I grew out of doing that kind of thing without sufficient cause#But I still do enjoy messing with people from time to time if they REALLY deserve it#or benignly… I like it when people cry or get squeamish in reaction to my artistic work or acting or singing#The feeling of someone eating out of the palm of my hand creatively is great#Love it
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kkking · 1 year
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last year art again: Misumi's christmas main menu quote illustrated cuz i thought triangular summer troupe snowmen were super cute u///u
perfect who doesn't wanna let go of wintry vibes just because december's over^^b
(adding the quote screenshot and translation as a bonus)
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"Look, look, I made snowmen~! There's Tenma, Yuki, Muku, Kazu, Kumon, and me!"
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Here it comes... THE SMOLDER™
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