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maokomi · 1 year

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No but 🤔 we've heard of Idol!Kazuha in 6reeze, who meets a reader who is a fan of his and hits it off with him, but what about a swap of that 👀👀

Like Imagine something where you're the idol and Kazuha is a fan. Imagine Kazuha, semi-broke English Lit student, scraping together all the money he has to spare just to be able to attend your concert. Even if he doesn't get front-row seats, even if he's gonna be cramped amongst other loud, jumping bodies for who knows how long just to catch a glimpse of you in person and to see you perform live, he's never wanted anything more. Tomo, his best friend, teases him for how much he likes you and how much he's done just to be able to afford concert tickets, but really at this point all Kazuha can do is bashfully shrug because, hey, it's true.

And then —in an absolutely crazy stroke of luck— just as Kazuha buys his and Tomo's tickets on the official online website (because despite all the well-natured teasing, Tomo isn't gonna let his friend go alone) there's a small box that pops up on screen, complete with small animated confetti and a pretty-looking Congratulations! at the top of the box.

Kazuha has to re-read it one. Then twice. Then a third time. But... there's absolutely no way. He scoffs a little, both at himself and at the website. He's a fool for getting his hopes up— this is just a scam or something, and the website's security must be worse than he thought.

It's only when he goes into his email inbox to forward the tickets to Tomo that he pauses as he reads over the details on last time and he's frozen. Mouth drying, his eyes flick up to the sender bar, just to check that, yes, this is indeed the official email from the company handling your tickets. Kazuha feels a thrill go through his veins. He can't decide if his blood is pumping hot on adrenaline, or if it's frozen in place.

He dials Tomo's number.

"Hey! Did you get the tickets?"

He's usually so calm and composed, but in the face of this he feels like his grip on reality is slipping away with giddiness.

"...Kazuha?"

"I got the tickets," he blurts out, so rushed and frantic, so unlike him. There's a grin on his face and his eyes are wide. "But they're not— they— They're VIP."

There's a rustle on the other end, likely Tomo sitting up in bed. Kazuha knows that there's a furrow to his brow. "VIP? Kazuha, you've seen the prices on these things. Those are way out of our budget—"

Kazuha just shakes his head, even if Tomo can't see him. "I didn't buy the VIP— there was a... a raffle. Lucky draw. Something. But it's legitimate, Tomo. The ticketing company really sent those tickets. And I didn't realize at first, but they're not just VIP either."

Kazuha swallows. The nervous yet excited thrill making his stomach flip. He stares at the monitor of his laptop, his stare intense enough to drill a hole through the screen.

"They're also backstage meet and greet passes."

#potentially ooc but do i care? no #give me fanboy kazuha who simps so hard around his idol thank you #swan feathers ♡.ೃ࿔*:·#kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 1 year

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We need more sopping wet creature pep oh my god i simply can't get him out my head (pathetic silly creature... little wet guy...... augh)

(I made him too cute, didn't I?

Well, I am a Bean of the people, so here you go

#ooc post #he's gonna end up his own character at this rate and I cannot be mad about it (silly!)#he says thank you for the cocoa too! he does not speak at this size so it is a lot of tiny squeaking

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the-cheapskateler-show · 9 months

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Hi cheap, i know you might be busy at the moment, but heres a free quick drawing i made for you :)

Oh WOWEE!! I’d never be too busy to appreciate some fine and FREE art!! You’re all very inspired by me, aren’t you?

Heheh…Gosh…This is so. SO incredible…I mean, would you look at that! Its me!

Now you know what I’ve got to do, right? I’ve got to find a place to put these up for all to see!!

#i never thought I’d have people drawing me…is this what it means to be a muse?#thats what the fine artists call it right?#intermission!#viewer art showcase!#((OOC: AAAAA thank you so much for the art!!!))#((The round cheeks and freckles and his little smile??? im positively melting over this!))#((I just keep lookin at the details oh gosh like hes so fluffy n cute the little : 3 mouth is just AAA))#D3athtmblrr

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avatar-of-the-blank · 8 months

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SOMETIMES I WONDER, I DO. I WONDER IF YOU LITTLE WATCHERS AND YOUR EYES CAN BE SATED. YOU SEEM TO WANT TO PRY OPEN THE JAWS OF THOSE AROUND, WANTING YOUR ANSWERS. THANKFULLY, DUE TO SOME RECENT INTEREST BEING SHOWN, IM WILLING TO JUMP THE GUN, AND GIVE YOU NOT JUST MY STATEMENT, BUT OUR STORY. AS MUCH AS WE CAN RECOLLECT.

#(hi. this is the first and probably last time that ill be speaking 'ooc.' basically im asking if youd all be interested in my doorkeay #angst slowburn fic. the top one is yes #the bottom is no. thank you all for almost 200 follows by the way!! amazing #have a good night watchers ;:;) )#tma #the magnus archives #michael distortion #the spiral #gerry keay #the stranger #doorkeay

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rmu-vincent · 16 days

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If u and victor aren't dating then explain this!

Congrats on being the #1 most popular campus ship btw

I truly believe that there are no wrong ways of creating art; we should all be free to express ourselves and convey meaningful messages through mediums we see fit, unless our messages are harmful or disruptive in some way. However, it does not mean that I have to condone every creation I come across. For instance, there are things that I simply do not understand, such as this example of photo editing. There is nothing I have to explain, as this scene has never happened and is just another part of the collective fantasy that Victor and I are secretly in love. What nonsense!

On an unrelated note, this website has taught me more internet jargon than I would ever be willing to learn. Hopefully, one day I will be able to forget all of the horrifying grammar constructions and words that were created by the users of this platform.

I never thought I would say this, but always being first does not sound as good anymore. Does your statement imply there are other "ships"? Why had I been involved in something I had no clue existed? I am astonished.

#I wonder how you obtained the picture of our dormitory.#For now I will just assume that you are one of the RMU students and happen to have a similar room #But after all of the things I have received in my inbox I can never be sure which people are actually worth trusting.#ooc: thank you for this picture they are so silly #vincent is the type of guy that would threaten you w/ a court case because you did not ask for consent before drawing/editing him #or maybe not really #idk i just like to think he used to talk about his secret lawyer knowledge all the time because he thought it made him Better than everyone #but everyone was just annoyed #poor guy he never learnt how to communicate #vtsom #vincent the secret of myers #vincent edgeworth #victor blake #rp #ask blog

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randomwriteronline · 7 months

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Ko-Wahi was a short variety of generally not necessarily pleasant things: it was desolate, cold, harsh, and - when the winds didn't rush after one another through the icy peaks with low howling shrieks, cutting through the frigid aether like claws of an enormous Rahi reaching out to grasp any wayward Matoran foolish enough to dare wander in its territory - it was abnormally quiet.

So it reasoned that if Kopaka, Toa of Ice and Hating Being Around People, was not found anywhere else, he had to have secluded himself to a place that at the very least resembled the environment he had first felt at home in.

He didn't even flinch at the rush of air that accompanied the stomps which suddenly stopped by his side.

"You're late," he only commented.

The jovial jab Pohatu had ready for him froze in his throat, and he tilted his head slightly in genuine confusion: "Late?" he repeated.

"I expected you to be here five minutes ago," Kopaka replied.

"You were expecting... Me?"

"Of course I was," the other replied matter-of-factly: "If there's something I can depend on, it's the fact you'll chase me down to the ends of the silver sea just because."

The Toa of Stone blinked quickly a few times, eventually smirking back: "And if there's something I can depend on, it's that I'll always find you somewhere snowy and deserted."

He then leaned a little closer and proceeded to add, in a goofier tone: "Like your heart."

The gentle elbow punted in his side made him snicker as he successfully evaded it the first time; he cackled a bit louder when the second jab actually hit.

His friend did not dignify his amusement with any verbal response. Instead, he extended his finger.

Pohatu followed where it was pointing, staring at the same vast expanse of white he had just sped through (luckily without having to skid through any frozen snow - perhaps one of the very few things he certainly did not miss about the island of Mata Nui), and found nothing.

At first.

His pinprick pupils, so used to the desert sun, struggled a little more, trying to tighten even harder or widen ever so slightly: even with the clouds shielding his eyes from the sunbeams turned blinding as they were reflected on the candid coat of snow, the uniformity of the colors confused and unified all that supposedly existed before him with only few exceptions. There was snow, snow, snow, more snow, a leftover Visorak web, even more snow, another patch of snow, something looking vaguely disgusting half covered in snow, some more snow, a lance of light reflected from a point just outside the clouds' range, a vast amount of snow, a smaller amount of snow, snow, snow, and one last puff of snow over there. Riveting!

But Kopaka seldom pointed at nothing at all just to stretch out his finger; and once he truly focused on the exact location he was indicating, Pohatu saw.

He saw a jagged thing, sharp end splintered and jutting towards the sky like a blade, ever so slightly greyer than the pallor surrounding it; he saw its missing half laying mournfully among the powdery ground, defeated, cracked, open wide.

He saw its entrails, eroded by the weather, far too small to properly distinguish one object from the other from this distance - still they glittered grey and blue in the lack of color as if to remind in silent screams of their existence, once, as tools and furniture and inventions of scholars, before they'd found themselves abandoned in the wake of their master's leave as strange crystalline gore only partially hidden away in the haste of a half hearted burial.

He saw dozens of the jagged corpse's kind - once pillars, columns, immense bastions, now nothing more than ruins. Enormous animals frozen in place, never to thaw awake once more.

He saw frail, beautiful exoskeletons awaiting with such tiredness to be crushed, replaced by larvae in the bowels of which knowledge would thrive.

The wind passed between them without strength, not even lifting a snowflake.

"Breath-taking, isn't it," Kopaka murmured.

Pohatu nodded in silence.

They simply stood there for a long time, side by side, looking upon the carcasses of Ko-Metru's knowledge towers.

Looking upon what was left of a city of legends.

There had never been a Matoran called Kopaka, in the Turaga's tales.

He had never competed with Ehrye as they rushed to run errands for the seers in the hopes of one day being allowed to stand beside them at the top of those magnificent crystal constructions, spending days pondering and reading stars, uncovering the secrets of the future to the point of turning the very idea of tomorrow into such a mundane thing; he had never known Nuju, never looked at him with awe, or respect, or burning envy. He had never walked those streets, or skied down those slopes, or travelled to the Colosseum inside of a protodermis chute.

And yet he had found his chest aching as he had listened to those descriptions, from a nostalgia that wasn't his own. As though Vakama and his stories had handed him a coal that had long singed the Turaga's hand, still weakly sizzling, that now burned his palm in turn.

Mata Nui had been all he'd ever known as far as he was concerned. There had been nothing before; and if there had been, it wasn't the land the Matoran had been forced away from.

Yet despite knowing as much, despite the attempts to soothe the dull pain that had no place in his logical mind, in the long last hours he'd gotten to spend on the chiling peaks surrounding Mount Ihu the Toa of Ice had been unable to keep himself from wandering away from the material world into absentminded daydreams, trying to construct a memory that had never been there, a life he had never lived.

He had imagined Ko-Metru many times. He had imagined Metru Nui as a whole many times, the orderly archives, the silvery canals, the smoky furnaces, the dangling cables, the unmoving statues - a world for smaller eyes (like his never had been) to see. He had imagined the Colosseum, its inner mechanisms, even the Vahki guards, despite their presence being nothing but an annoyance at best and a source of uneasiness and dread and outright danger at worst. He had imagined himself getting in trouble with them often - who would they have been, to tell him what to do? What made them any different from a Bohrok?

He had imagined them often, but he had never seen them. Never whole. Never alive.

As he stared at what remained of a city of seers, he ached to have been there. Maybe he would have understood better. Maybe it would have hurt more. Maybe it would have felt more like home.

But would he have noticed? Any of the beauty, the lack of strife? Would he have liked a life such as this, spent either pondering on who knows what, or reading pages of history before they were even written, or running around tirelessly for people who did both former and latter? Would this sight have stirred something deep in him now, or would his amnesia have kept his feelings at a distance?

His chest hurt. Something inside it ached terribly, pushing hard against his muscle and metal, like a fish suddenly rushing to break the still frozen surface of a lake in a bout of claustrophobia.

He felt strange, uncomfortable.

Like something misplaced.

Kopaka's eyes wandered over the crystal towers, suddenly overwhelmed. He let out a shuddering, watery breath, as quiet as he could.

He needed not worry about being heard.

Pohatu was too enthralled by the sight before them to notice his momentary frailty.

He gazed on, unable to tear his his eyes from what his brother regarded as an enormous grave he could not mourn properly, and beheld only a thing of beauty.

It was not the vast expanse of Po-Wahi's desert, nor the infinite lushness of Le-Wahi's jungles, the burnt forests of Ta-Wahi, the Ga-Wahi reefs, the cavernous labyrinths of Onu-Wahi - it could not even compare to the frigid landscape of Ko-Wahi despite all their similarities, and he could tell from a first glance.

Ko-Metru and its siblings could have never been what the Koro of Mata Nui had been - they were not a breathing nook interwoven in the world around them: they were carefully constructed bubbles, encased, entrapped within themselves, the wild nature that once had run through it tamed carefully only to cry out despite its weakened form once the binds upon it had been snapped to pieces and left to rot.

It was not beautiful in the way he knew a land to be; it was not open and grand to the point of being frightening. It was shut on itself, broken, a pale imitation of what it had been.

And yet he found it all so gorgeous.

It had embarrassed him at first - not feeling. Remaining still and unfazed as the Turaga had longingly described what the Toa of Stone should have regarded as home, a field of statues tirelessly carved by artisans of his people. He had struggled to imagine it properly, managing only hazy scorches of some undefined place, like a mirage in the desert; and hearing his brothers and sisters wonder aloud, so curious, of how they would have expected their Metru to be, he'd been all but mortified at his own lackluster enthusiasm.

Had he really grown so self centered? All the world seemed to feel as though it had only started existing with his birth upon that fateful shore.

A city of legends on the other side of the sea... He could not have ever pictured it.

But now he was there, walking upon its streets, traveling across its lands, and it looked nothing like it had been described: it looked shattered and lost, and broken, and rusted, and standing still where it had once stood so proud and shining only to spite the cruelty of time that wanted it to bend and turn leveled.

Pohatu had lost himself between scattered remains of monumental statues, details sanded down until unrecognizable, or filled with what little life could make its home in such a crevice. He has searched between the broken Kanohi nobody had ever melted down again, seeing his and his siblings' likenesses over and over and over and over, he had followed broken cables back to the towers from which they had once served a purpose, raced along empty canals to make a sense of them, peeked into tunnels the roofs of which had been torn open like dissected anthills.

Metru Nui had never been whole, not for him.

It had always been this gorgeous wreck, this beautiful ruined landscape. He could not imagine it as anything less; he could not see it as anything mournful, or dead, or ugly.

Each toppled building was where it should have been. Each destroyed spire was exactly as the Great Spirit had intended it to be.

Such a frail, stubborn, lovely, wild thing.

A tragedy and a celebration.

Glowing brighter than the twin suns with every ounce of its incomplete, breath-taking beauty.

Kopaka felt something tug very gently at his arm. When he turned, he noticed Pohatu still hadn't taken his eyes away from the shimmering remains of the towers.

"Did you want to show me this?" the Toa asked, quietly, quietly.

His friend looked back to the sight before them and swallowed a heavy knot in his throat: "I did," he replied.

The grip on his limb tightened ever so slightly.

Comfortingly.

"Thank you." Pohatu whispered.

Kopaka did not answer.

They looked on.

#bionicle #pohatu #kopaka #metru nui #random writing #second hand nostalgia vs finding beauty in ruins: fight (the opponents start kissing each other tenderly)#in other news hi ive read 7 bionicle books in abt a month and im not even remotely mentally stable about these guys #both of these feelings in regards to the past are ones i experience and consequentially im feeling them abt bionicle too #it was never properly alive for me so im entranced by the story and the works and the fans and everything as someone from After It Happened #but at the same time i feel an ache to have been there at the beginning even though i physically couldnt have been #anyways sorry if stuff is ooc. i love these two lads but ive never written for em before #big shoutout to my friend rabid. i love you. thank you for letting the Fleshy Annotations swallow me whole

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feroluce · 2 months

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Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.

Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks

Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.

And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.

So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.

He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.

Caelus doesn't have any of that.

He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.

And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.

So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-

("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")

-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.

Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.

(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)

((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."

And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.

And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.

The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))

#caelus #sampo koski #hsr caelus #hsr sampo #sampo & caelus #honkai star rail #hsr #my fics #me a few days ago: my favorite silly little guys uwu #me today: ANGST #honestly I feel like this isn't even a super strong angst though #it's more just. bittersweet? melancholic? something.#I JUST. REALLY LOVE STORIES ABOUT THE NATURE OF GRIEF #and 2.0 laid the groundwork for that beautifully woohoo #I just remembered this probably isn't common knowledge oops but April is the cute red haired girl in Funny Bone #her name was revealed by the creators on twitter. she's named April like April Fools!#anyway I ship it hardcore now thanks bucket boi & studio #but anyway yes I love and adore the loneliness of the trailblazer's loss and grief after 2.0 #because we know from Sunday that Firefly is “spiritually dead” but the trailblazer wouldn't have that knowledge #and they wouldn't know her identity or about any of her connections to other people #and I love that juxtaposed against Sampo and the possible strange nature of his own grief-#-given how the Masked Fools operate and how they see Elation in everything and everywhere #Sampo is no saint- like at all lol- but I do like him and Caelus getting along and being bros #and I don't think it would be terribly ooc for him to care about someone he sees as a genuine friend #he maybe rarely considers someone a genuine friend. but still dmxjjdjdk #listening to Sam's boss theme as I tag this... have been listening to it a lot ever since I finished 2.0 tbh #it's probably what inspired a lot of this haha #because it does sound strong and intimidating and imposing #but you can hear it #the heartbreak

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serpulalacrymans · 1 month

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//SO! Was thinking a little bit about my muse portrayal. I think I've grown too comfortable playing Lawrence... Submissively. I think I write him far too soft. He doesn't bare his teeth enough, and while I like playing him gentle, I have to admit I have been slacking quite a bit in giving him that sharp edge he has. I've never been very good at balancing soft but cynical, but this is something I will be trying to correct from this point onward.

#//It just gets a little bit too “THINK HARD NOW” for me sometimes #//Knowing he would try to appeal to his friends or try to play nice to keep the attention he so desires #//Yet would also go out of his way to secure his comfort zones and stand his ground- THIS is what I've been lacking on.#//I haven't been giving him that eagerness to remain comfortable. I haven't made him selfish enough.#//We can look forward to some muse molding. Thanks for understanding !!#ooc #screamo-mun #//I often forget he's.. YOU KNOW. Unforgiving in his actions.#//He's just as much a freak as Ren or dare I say Strade is #//I need to implement this in less “silly but creepy as fuck” ways and more “harmful and threatening” ways.#//IDK. WRITING IT OUT HELPS ME GRASP IT. ENJOY ME SCREAMING INTO THE VOID !!

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canon-gabriel-quotes · 7 months

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Not a Gabe quote but with your generous donations it can become one

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If anyone does request this please send let me know

#will YOU donate to the Gabriel milkers fund?#not canon #idk umm #ooc post #even though this isn’t an rp blog lol #anyway. this is close enough to his Maw voice so this is just Maw talking. thank you for hearing me out #<- Maw from Turbo Overkill (you will play it)#Youtube #< idk what to tag the non voiceline posts on here soo i’ll just use that

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art-from-within · 27 days

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My dadfrey hc is that he is honestly the most ACCEPTING chill parent/partner man you can have in the lands in between but like in the most fucked up way. Because he himself is a blood thirsty, genocidal might makes right sigma male, his idea of a "moral-line-we-should-absolutely-not-cross" is astronomically far and thin.

Radagon is Marika? Okay so he has two wives now cool. Radagon marries Rennala? Ok so she wants in too cool. "Slay those groups of completely innocent people for me " "yes babe thank you babe"

Mohg does blood cult and is the king of sh twt? Yes go son slay (I mean he himself is filled with bloodlust). Might even commit a bloody genocide in the name of the formless mother for his son, just another Tuesday for him. The whole 'kidnapping step bro to become his consort and gain power' plan has his head scratching tho. Like..why? What is the need? Just learn his feet smashing technique and he could get there, but oh well

Rykard fed himself to a snake to become a god devouring serpent? He did what he had to do. Ranni killed his son? Yeeeeaa that's sad but he has also killed many sons ya know? *head scratch*. It's not that he didn't care for Godwyn, its just that he is good at placing his affections in to neat little boxes that he can store in the attic to protect his emotional health better.

Godrick grafts himself into oblivion? Now Godfrey will judge him, but only because those grafts look UGLY(and because he didn't earn his strength the RAW. ALPHA WAY). Look at them!? Not even size/symmetry coded. Serosh is way better

Malenia is at the verge of unleashing a nuclear weapon every waking moment of her life? Tells her to "be herself", and "not to be scared". He will accept his step daughter "even if she was a worm"

(Finding out she nuked Caelid) it would suuure suck to be Radahn. That's a shame, he was fun to grill with (moves on with his life)

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talentforlying · 2 months

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might go without saying, but rewatching midnight mass knowing you'll finish the last episode less than an hour before your class? not a good idea.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS.#anyway i've been sobbing how's everyone else's morning KSDJHDJS #my eyes are so fucking red i'm about to look a Mess #monsignior pruitt one of my fucking FAVORITE complex characters ever written. everyone say thank you mike flanagan #there's so much more nuance to both his villain And redemption arc that you simply do Not pick up on on a first watch #especially if you knew jack shit about catholicism going in and were struggling with all them bible quotes. like me HSDJK #'there's nothing in the scripture that absolves you of personal accountability' to 'bev showed me this passage that absolves me'....ohh man #speaking of whom! bev gets worse every single time i see her #and rahul kohli breaks my heart a little bit more every time <3 #also kate siegel's Bloody Murder Scream TM jumpscared the hell out of my neighbors SDGHJKS i heard the 'jesus christ' through the wall

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coffeebrownn · 7 months

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Will you ever do any headcanons for Leon?! I'm very curious about your take on him! because I see him as a man who needs lots and lots of therapy...

AHHH HELLO ZARCSART!!! 😭😭 AHHH ok,, after a few weeks of thinking aboht it, i don't have a lot of headcanon for him,, but this is my version at least!!

- did't have relationship with chris(?) but they did date and meet a lot, did a lot of one night stand between each other as well. Confessed towards each other and at the same spotlight they also acknowledge that this is as far ad they can go in term of domesticity snd relationship since they're both still working to fight B.O.W. Of course, they both appreciate and care for each other's company, however it's mostly bad timing.

- leon did that (relationship/confession) a lot towards other people since he's stressed, his job clearly eating him alive snd he (and others) doesn't have a great midnset to follow through

- so, in my version, he's practically single and shown no interest on getting into relarionship. him, luis and ashley are very platonic, he did have interest towards ada and chris, but from the mention above, just bad timing. and with that, he just adapt to his own thoughts and doesn't mind being alone.

- he's an extrovert! easily he can strike any conversation, but also he doesn't mind spending time with himself, he's very chill and the type of person who you can just sit down with (as a stranger) and you wouls find his presence to be soothing (unlike chris (intimidating) and ethan (awkward))

- sarcasm is a part of his vocabulary now, if you have a device to translate his intonation, he would have a lot of sarcastic comments. so a lot of flirting, lying jokes and death threats as jokes, chris (of course) sometimes confused this with him being serious.

- really big on "fake it 'till you make it", made a mistake? improvise it and present it as it's a bettr version than before, after working as an agent his whole life he practically crack the code of the art of charisma/persuasion, and for the most part it's just him bullshitting through anything

- he uses hair straightners every morning

- i remember him liking egg benedict, so he's really intk brunch, that includes hashbrown as well, he might find mcdonalds hasbrown to be the best one of the kind.

- he doesn't smoke like chris but use nicotine patch, he doesn't mind the cigarette smoke as well, there's some longing feeling when he smells it

- he (in default) drinks his coffee with a spoonful of sugar and splash of milk (he can drink black, it's up to his mood and what time it is)

- he is as parhetic as chris, but people let him go because of his charisma/rizz, (chris has none)

- prefer dog than to have a kid, and it checks out, if he had a dog, not matter the size is, he would use those baby carrier/stroller to carry them around. (ethan loves both pets and children, and as for chris, he express disdain of both of them before getting to the actual activity, and he'll grow to love them (children and pets))

- with that in mind, leon LOVES his Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Dog, and pampers her around, calls her his "little princess", it was a gift from ashley.

- he feels the type of person who prefer savory kinds of meals same with claire and luis, unlike ethan (and chris (secretly) who have a sweethtooth...

#leon s kennedy #rebhfun #re #resident evil #re4 #luis serra #ada wong #chris redfield #sadly i don't have too much headcanon for him #idk if this is too ooc i tried to study his character in and outside from fandom but i can't pick anything up like what i did with chris #headcanon #text #zarcsart #AHH thank you so much for the question zarcsart!!!#ashley graham #ethan winters #chreon mention

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candyredappledragon · 4 months

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sending a Pawmot to use revival blessing! Hope this helps!

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couldtheycatchkillerqueen · 2 months

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Regarding the recent post:

Killer Queen is too short ranged of a stand to affect most sleuths and it's not in Kira's character to drop Sheer Heart Attack at the police departament and hope.

Kira generally doesn't have many ways to deal with characters that: Work in teams. Work from far away. Have any sort of records showing that they're invastigating him.

The man had to be bailed out by Bites the Dust and still lost Most sleuths wouldn't even let Kira get away for long enough for him to aquire Bites the Dust so that's not even something to consider in most of these cases.

{But you're really ignoring one thing: It can't be detected by anyone but Stand Users. Why would they think they needed to investigate Yoshikage Kira specifically? There's no evidence of the killings, since in canon, even the police didn't try to investigate the mysterious disappearances. The sleuths would mostly not be able to understand that Killer Queen exists, and even if they assumed it was something supernatural, there's still no evidence. And the man managed to impersonate another man in front of his family, landlord, coworkers, and everyone who may have talked to Kosaku on the street, with only the man's child catching on. Had Hayato never thought to set up a camera in his parents' room, Kira would have never been caught at all. And Kira doing poorly against teams of people investigating him doesn't line up when he's gotten away from them twice (he would have escaped Jotaro and Koichi were it not for Act III, and he did escape the entire Duwang Gang when they were chasing him by severing his own hand), plus managing to keep his identity secret from EVERYONE except Hayato until the kid figured out how to use the time-loop to his advantage. You're right that most of the time Killer Queen wouldn't get to Bites the Dust, but it would be because Kira wouldn't need to. He has eliminated people in broad daylight before, and he could do so again when against someone who can't see Stands.}

#ooc response #not a poll #I'm genuinely a little pissed at the idea that Kira isn't terrifying in his own right #He was an uncaught serial killer even before he got his Stand #He was undetected until Rohan met Reimi #and would have continued being undetected if a literal ghost of his first victim hadn't been there #The man can blow you up #he can turn your watch into a bomb #he can turn your clothes into a bomb #He can create a bomb that will track you as long as you're the warmest thing in the room #And will likely do so if given the opportunity #There are multiple scenarios outside of BtD where if the heroes hadn't been as quick-thibking they would've died #Josuke and the dead man-guided air bubbles #Koichi and his distraction against Sheer Heart Attack #Josuke if Okuyasu hadn't come back to life #Okuyasu if Hayato hadn't sacrificed himself #Hayato if Josuke hadn't used Crazy Diamond at the perfect time #THE ENTIRE DIU CAST IF HAYATO HADN'T THOUGHT TO CALL JOSUKE #Kira is intelligent #Kira is subtle #And Kira could have won #Thank you for coming to my ted talk #And please stop suggesting that Kira would lose against Ordinary Goddamn People #rant post #ranting in the tags #killer queen #yoshikage kira #sorry for using you as an example anon but this has been annoying me and I needed to go for the throat

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