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catcze · 7 months
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Wriothesley can hear your loud stomps from a mile away as you furiously speed-walk to his office door like a bloodhound trailing a scent. Even if not for that, the way that you bang your fist on the door is enough to grab his attention.
"WRIOTHESLEY." Comes booming in from the other side of the door. It's thick wood. He wonders how deaf he would have gone if the door hadn't protected him. The door (the thick, supposedly impenetrable door) rattles on its hinges like a screen in a hurricane when you try to kick it again. "DID YOU EAT MY DONUTS."
It's not even an accusation at that point. It's practically a declaration of war.
"WRIOTHESLEY!" You yell so loudly a group of guards turning the corner down the hall scramble back the way they came. "Open up, jackass!"
Wriothesley, knowing he cannot escape the consequences of his actions, merely settles deeper into his chair as he drinks his tea. His last meal. Drink. Similar thing.
The door keeps rattling as you yell profanities at him, until one of his traitorous guards approaches you hesitantly, saying not a single word but offering up the spare key to his office with shaky hands, head low and aggressively avoiding eye contact.
"Oh!" you say, demeanor switching immediately, losing the intimidating glint in your eye as you gingerly take the key. You smile kindly. "Thank you very much!"
Then you turn back to the door, the threat of violence in your eye as you wield the key like a weapon of war, inserting it into the keyhole and twisting it with a dark finality. The guard wonders if they should fear for their superior's wellbeing.
Wriothesley looks up from his newspaper as you close the door ominously behind you, somehow maintaining a blasé facadé even while staring down certain death.
"Well?" you prompt him, eye twitching like a stressed villain from a kid's cartoon show. You round on him in an instant, too quick for him to escape. Somehow, he keeps up his poker face. "Care to explain where my donuts went, Duke of Meropide?"
"I didn't eat them," He deadpans, staring you right in the eye. He pointedly does not acknowledge the white powdered sugar on his face.
"There's white powdered sugar on your face."
"Ah. So there is."
Another cartoony villain eye twitch. "Want to try that again?"
"...I love you?"
"And I love you. Last chance, though."
And he folds like a lawn chair. Wriothesley knows this is a fight he can't win. Even Neuvillette would tell him it's best to just kick the bucket and plead guilty at this point. He sighs breaking eye contact first like a wolf with its tail between its legs.
"Okay, I'll buy you another dozen of them."
You cross your arms, staring at him. He sighs.
"Another two dozen."
You soften just the slightest bit, coming close to perch on his lap and lean into his space. Instinctively, his arms come to wrap around your middle, pulling you against him.
"And?"
Wriothesley leans forward too, enough for your foreheads to touch. You can feel the breath of his sigh against your lips.
"And you have my sincerest apologies for taking your things. In my defense, I thought they were mine at first.”
“Apology accepted,” you say, satisfied, and peck him quickly on the lips. Before it can turn into anything else though, you’re springing up from his lap. Ignoring the disappointed furrow in his brow and the way his arms have still not moved from their position holding you earlier, you take his hand and pull him up from his chair with such startling enthusiasm and surprising strength that it has him stumbling for a second. You pull him towards the door regardless.
“C’mon, you’re making good on that apology right now, Wrio! Hope you finished your work!”
And no, technically he hasn’t finished his work. But he already knows that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and that pushing that work to tomorrow wouldn’t hurt. Probably. Whatever— it’d be worth it.
So he just sighs and gives the palm resting in his a squeeze and let’s himself be pulled along. You squeeze back.
“As long as you let me have a few. Those were pretty good.”
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dark-wil-wheaton · 2 months
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dark wil wheaton give me a tarot reading
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rubctosis · 6 months
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The way he looks like he about to bite-
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soulrph · 4 months
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this is a loving reminder that just because your character is set in a specific universe, doesn't mean they have to stay there. likewise, other people's muses might be originally based in a particular world, but that absolutely doesn't mean that they want to keep them in that world. the wonderful part of the rpc is that we actually don't need to take things so seriously! what does it matter if ted lasso woke up in the same universe as tony stark? does it really make any massive issue for us to put shrek and kaz brekker into the same thread? not at all! go wild! don't let the fictional boundaries of fictional franchises stop you from having fun! the purpose of the rpc is to have a good time with one another: we don't need to have a fully fleshed out reason for these characters to interact! we can just throw them together and see what happens! so go forth, have tons of fun, and don't let logic stand in the way of anything on this dash!
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the-better-psychic · 3 months
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ooc: so what if I accidentally finished the drawing I made yesterday-
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tvlandofficiall · 3 months
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i only play mobile games
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Various Worldbuilding notes I haven't had a chance to post yet
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A somewhat more realistic proportions guide with canon iterator heights for reference. For extra consideration: the MIP Units have a height limit that PU just about hits. None of the MIP Units should be taller than them.
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I wanted to detail this – Since the MIP Units contain a lot of Void Fluid, it makes sense to have a mechanism to get rid of it if necessary.
Of course, this makes a lot more sense if you're aware of certain information I don't feel like publicizing yet... :) spoilers and all that
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lastly here's how LOF's "ears" work. Also... I think they should probably have openings in their clothes for easy access to all the stuff on their backs. Their cloaks and such are loose enough for the vents not to be all blocked up.
Also, small detail, but SLS was modified to have the handle a lot of the later units got...
LOF does not, though! She's had some modifications, of course, but only on her own terms.
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moonrevolutions · 3 months
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‹𝟹♡ ̆̈༝༚༝༚ here are some overlays / gifs i conjured for headers, graphics, etc etc and never used! maybe someone will use them. idk and idc. like and reblog if you found useful. or don't, i'm not your mom. + credit not necessary. hmu if you want the longer / larger versions i wanted to upload, but tumblr hates happiness. happy late vday!
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fxckin-blackbeard · 4 months
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operation-snake-eater · 6 months
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You know I actually find it rather heartbreaking that Naked Snake believes in Santa Claus and is haunted by Dracula nightmares just by mention. You have to think about it from a developmental standpoint in his brain, he fought in The Korean War in 1950 and he was born in 1935. If math checks out, this’ll make him fifteen years old during the time of the war. It’s sad to think about how when children are made to grow up too fast during these situations because there are aspects of them that seemingly remain untouched and are still childlike in nature (I know the boss literally called him a child in MGS3 but sksjskdj). I find it very likely his earlier childhood in itself had similar elements, which further slowed certain parts of his brain in a sense. Of course I’m still new to this fandom but I have exposed myself to the media, watched six hour long lore videos and have did my best to study the lore while watching through the games/playing them but I realize I may not have the full picture yet. I’ve seen all of three because I just adore Jack but—dhekdjdi
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hannah-the-small · 2 years
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//had some time at work this morning
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tmrrwppl · 1 month
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beep boop betches. :3
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ask-eden · 4 months
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M I S S I N G N O
A phenomenon that plagues unbalanced universes. It shouldn't be here "Nothing but ghosts and bones"
-> Chrono posts with MissingNo <-
--More information under Read More--
--Information may update and change as time goes on-- - MissingNo currently manifests/uses Alaxia as a host. Alaxia was born as a normal mew but MissingNo soon manifested in him. MissingNo and Alaxia are the same entity. But are also entirely different beings. A parasite infecting a welcoming host, slowly merging together closer and closer into a singular being each day. - Takes multiple forms. Primarily in the token Rectangle Form and Kabutops format. Can also take over Alaxia's body and takes a form resembling the host. But the form is distorted and imperfect. Arms contorting into sythes like a kabutops or forcing random bones to stab out of "flesh" and snap unnaturally. - MissingNo causes the host extreme pain. Usually in the forms of internal pain (headaches/migraines, sharp stomach pains, feeling of ribs being crushed, painful nausea, etc etc). The pain and inflicted damage is usually not noticeable to others. The pain also sometimes appears to be inflicted on purpose to change the hosts mind or distract them from certain things. - MissingNo spreads Corruption to others like a illness. The illness starts off as a small cough or headache, but over time drastically begins to worsen the infected individual until they are entirely disintegrated from the inside out. Similar to that of rotting or "melting". Most of it's effects are usually not fully visible, but the only physical signs of it are "patches" of glitches that appear on the infected's body. The Corruption can either be extremely contagious or hand controlled by The Host. So the Host can either infect another to have it spread quickly or have it contained to a select individual. It is up to The Host to decide how the corruption spreads. - MissingNo is not at it's full power level. It gains more and more power the more The Corruption spreads and harnesses power to give back to it. The pursuit of power is endless and cannot fully be satisfied. - There is currently no cure for MissingNo's Corruption. The only known way to stop it is to kill the host and all infected individuals. Killing the host will not cure all it has corrupted. If the host is killed and it's corruption still lurks, it will find a new host. - It's less painful if you accept it. It would be easier for everyone if you didn't fight it
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piningprecussionist · 2 months
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**A mysterious man, around 30 to 35, was in your living room. you found him there around midnight when you were going for a drink.** **He was in a robe, wielding nothing but a small tea cup with swirling purples and blues. he seemed to be eyeing your drum set.**
((ooc: I'm going to answer this like it's post the Blaze thread if that's alright! Since Kim moving her drums temporarily downstairs while her ceiling gets patched up makes sense to me.))
*Kim almost doesn't notice him, at first, bleary eyes blinded by the light of the fridge she'd just opened; she'd been retrieving another (disgusting) beer for herself, head too busy swimming with everything that had been happening lately to properly lull herself to sleep- or dedicate herself to worthwhile research into her condition. It's as she's turning to head upstairs again that she notices him, bottle already raised to her lips- the light of the fridge just barely catches him before it shuts itself, and she, admittedly, chokes on the drink rather immediately.*
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*Swearing at herself, she tries to stop any more of the beer from trickling to the floor, wiping her bare wrist against her mouth and grimacing as wide eyes snap up from the droplets on the floor to the mystery man.*
(I think I've had it up to here with strange men appearing in my house. Who IS this guy?!)
*She's not entirely sure if she should be drawing attention to herself, but she'd rather not try and pretend there wasn't some stranger just chilling in her living room- that seemed like an even worse idea, in the scheme of things.*
Uh, can I help you? Are you... some fling of Joseph's, or something? Hollie, maybe?
(He looks a bit old for that, but hey, I don't know their tastes...)
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laprimera · 2 months
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Okay who’s in or knows any pokerpc servers? Feeling brave and I know there’s like one or two floating around but not 100% sure where.
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the-better-psychic · 3 months
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OOC: MOBILLACE WEEK AM I RIGHT GUYS YYAYAYAYAYAYYYY Anyways here's my somewhat late first day!! For Altered Outfits I decided I wanted to make my fave characters into another Iconic duo from Scott Pilgrim! So I chose Envy and Todd, and here it is!
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And some bonus Envy Mobile as well :3
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ANYWAYS LETS SEE HOW LONGIT TAKES UNTIL I PROCRASTINATE ON MOBILLACE WEEK :((
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