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A Nice encounter
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theminecraftbee · 1 year
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After forty-five minutes of no word, the three of them finally decide that someone should go check on Tango. Normally, Xisuma would have reluctantly advocated for just starting without him—it’s Tango, he’d probably gotten caught up in Decked Out work, he’d apologize and laugh it off later and wouldn’t change—but he’d seemed so genuinely excited this time. He’d rambled back at them the moment Etho had invited him to join in on the wither-mining. He’d promised he’d try to show up. He’d checked the time more than once.
It’s been a while since most of the hermits had seen Tango outside of his fortress. Or spoken to him for more than about twenty minutes if their name wasn’t “Zedaph”. Or—it’s been a while. That man is working himself to death, Xisuma swears.
(It’s… not Tango’s fault, Xisuma tells himself. He’d meant to have more done by now. The whole Empires fiasco had put a damper on that. Tango’s always been the sort to fixate a little on his latest project. Besides, all of the Hermits get caught up. It’s normal to occasionally go a week or two without talking to anyone else. It’s just that it’s starting to hurt a little, to reach out and get...)
(Xisuma will make up a better excuse. It’s why he volunteered to go check on him. Save Tango and Etho a little heartache.)
(Tango had been really excited—but so had Etho.)
It’s a short enough elytra flight to the Deep Frost Citadel. Xisuma takes a deep breath. He’ll probably have to locate Tango and convince him to come up from the outside. That place is a death trap already to half the server, and Tango’s normally in the maintenance tunnels instead of the main body of the cave, which are a death trap in a unique “largely unfit for habitation by anything breathing” way that Tango seems to be the only one who knows how to navigate. He’ll make sure he’s okay, and then…
Xisuma‘a thoughts come to a pause as he approaches. There’s someone else at the Citadel, standing near the base of the hill, just past where the borders of Tango’s snowy base fade into the grassland.
A few minutes of approach later, and it becomes clear it’s Tango. He’s standing oddly, his feet braced and arms unsteadily placed forward like he’s worried he might fall. When Xisuma lights another rocket, he looks up in Xisuma’s direction, but before really catching sight of Xisuma, he turns around and winces, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.
“Hello,” Xisuma says as he lands. Tango turns to—not quite look at him? Tango is looking in the direction of Xisuma, certainly, but isn’t quite looking at Xisuma’s face. Maybe there’s too much glare in Xisuma’s visor today?
“Oh, hey X! How’s it hangin’?” Tango says.
“Oh, you know, I was just here to check on you. You’re a bit late to our demonstration.”
“What?” Tango says. “It’s—of course it has.”
“Did you get caught up?” Xisuma asks. He tries very hard not to sound disappointed.
“I—yeah,” Tango says. “Sorry, I swear I set an alarm, but if you’re here I must be later than I thought.”
“Probably nearly an hour by now.”
“I’ve been—a whole hour? Feels like longer,” mumbles Tango.
“The others agreed to wait if you’re coming, and you’re already outside,” Xisuma says. “We can get over there in a few minutes. It’s not too late. Put on your elytra and—“
“No!” yelps Tango, stepping back, stumbling, and then, eyes wide, looking around like he’s trying to find something. “I mean, uh. Not used to open-air flying right now. I was planning on taking the nether but I ran out of fireproof potions and don’t have the blaze rods to make more, so here I am. I promise I didn’t mean to be late, I just…”
Xisuma has no idea where to start. But. “Tango, you built the nether hub? You know you don’t need fireproof potions to get to the Ancient City we’re using.”
“Haha, yeah,” Tango says, and doesn’t elaborate.
“So I guess you were going to the shopping district, to get more blaze rods and their portal?” Xisuma says.
“Yeah, uh, then I realized I, uh, don’t. Remember how to get there,” Tango says. “And, well, you know how it is. Even when you have permission to leave it’s still kind of daunting!”
His voice goes high and a little squeaky. His eyes, Xisuma realizes, have had a sort of wild fear to them since Xisuma first suggested stepping further than where he’s standing. If Tango had pupils, Xisuma imagines they’d probably be darting. The rest of his facial expression does the work well enough.
Xisuma really doesn’t know where to start.
“And you’ve been stuck here for… nearly an hour?” Xisuma says.
“Yeah. Man, I got permission to leave and everything,” Tango says again, which, okay, very concerning phrasing, Xisuma’s just going to put that away for the time being though, because there are a lot of other things to unpack here. “And like, I wanted to see the Withers and a Warden fight! Who would win, right?”
He still hasn’t moved. As Xisuma’s talked, he’s gotten closer to looking Xisuma in the eyes, but it’s more like he’s very confidently looking at Xisuma’s chin. He keeps squinting and blinking when his eyes aren’t wide with a wild, lost sort of panic.
He’s also still rambling.
“Probably for the best I don’t leave, though. I mean, I held you all up, I’d hate to hold it up further because I got caught up. I can just go back; best to keep doing my duty after all. Sorry about that!”
Tango turns back towards his base, as though making that excuse was the excuse he needed to go back towards safer ground. Maybe another time, Xisuma would have let that be, but the thing is, Tango and Etho had both been so excited, and Xisuma can hear the disappointment in Tango’s voice. He doesn’t want to be making this excuse either. Xisuma has no idea what, but something’s wrong.
(Well, Xisuma has some idea, but while he may be a derp, he’s pretty sure it’s rude to ask someone whether they’ve gone blind, developed agoraphobia, gotten possessed, or multiple of those things at the same time. If someone doesn’t bring it up it’s not Xisuma’s business, right? Right.)
(He’ll just…)
“…no, we want to do this with you,” Xisuma says. “Do you need help getting to the cave we’re doing it in?”
Xisuma can see Tango warring between the pride that stops him from asking for help and whatever it is that had paralyzed him the moment he’d tried to step past his base’s borders. He can see Tango war between how easy it would be to claim he didn’t have time and how much he’d wanted to see the wither mining.
“It’s all going to be underground?” he says.
Weird question. File that away. “Yep! Inside an ancient city!”
“And I got permission to leave,” mutters Tango. “So it’s going to be fine once I actually get there.”
“I can even grab some fireproof potions from Cub’s shop when we’re done,” wheedles Xisuma.
“…fine. Lead the way. Uh, and, if you could hold my hand. It’s… very hard to know where I am outside of my base when it’s so bright,” Tango says, voice a little small, and okay, so a mix of all three. Xisuma really should pry, but he’s got what he came here for, and it’s not really his business, is it? He’s sure Tango’ll work it out in the end. He’s a smart guy.
“Gladly, my friend. Let’s go die to withers sixty times.”
Tango laughs shakily. “Yes, let’s!”
Xisuma laces his fingers around Tango’s hand and, suddenly aware of just how many things there are to trip on, starts walking towards the Ancient City.
Gosh, but this is going to take an hour, isn’t it? He sighs and pulls out his messenger to tell the other two. A thought strikes him.
“You know, next time you have this problem, you should text ahead. You can use text-to-speech, you know.”
Tango barks a laugh, louder this time. “Yeah, sure, that’s going to be on my mind. Yeah. I’ll do that.”
Well, good enough for Xisuma!
They make their way to the Ancient City together.
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lavenoon · 11 months
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@naffeclipse the bounty hunter continues to not be free of me, same as I am not free of him
*self insert is not a girl (he/she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
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inahochi · 7 months
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SATORU GOJOU dedicated to @gojosattoru ✧ happy birthday ana ♡ ✧
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minty364 · 6 months
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DPXDC Prompt #91
Danny was dimension hopping, his original dimension was still there but after his parents disowned him when they found out it wasn’t safe anymore especially with the GIW stepping up their game. Danny just wanted to find a dimension where he could live peacefully after all he was part human and while he loves the infinite realms it wasn’t sustainable in the long run to his human half. He finally finds one where the GIW doesn’t exist at all, but the weird part is there are actual superheroes here. The weirder part is his counterpart in this dimension is part of the Justice League! The bad part is it seems in this dimension the portal fully killed him so how was he supposed to explain to his counterpart that he was half dead.
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glittergoats · 1 year
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I'm not done with this game but that won't stop me from making impulsive animatics regardless
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I dunno guys, Macaque’s pretty sus 
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doli-nemae · 6 months
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Katria just chilling in forest obviously
Inspired by this song
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meowzermoo · 1 month
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Might as well also ask for regressor Baseball headcanons if you don't mind.
Yeyy I love little Baseball!! :>
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My Head-canons under cut:
I feel like Baseball regresses to around 4 years old, but sometimes younger depending on his emotions
The stress of being the peace keeper of his team often catches up on him when he’s little, and he gets very emotionally sensitive, needing lots of love, coddling and reassurance to feel better
He needs company when he’s regressed! He gets lonely very easily and always needs someone there to make him feel safe! He’s very shy about his regression but loves company from people he really trusts, especially Nickel!
Nickel is his main Caregiver. He isn’t very confident in his parenting skills but tries his best to be there for him, and really enjoys taking care of him! Being a caregiver really brings out Nickel’s soft side that people usually don’t see. He often calls Baseball “little buddy”
Baseball would probably be an outdoorsy kid! When he’s feeling playful, he likes fun activities like kicking around footballs, hide and seek, and laying in the grass
When he’s feeling extra little, he doesn’t talk too much, going mostly non-verbal, but likes snuggling up with his his caregiver and quietly playing. He loves quietly flicking through picture books and stacking blocks!
When he’s very little, he almost always has his paci, and gets very upset when he doesnt have it
Sometimes he’ll point to a picture in his li’l books and look at Nickel, gesturing for him to explain it, like “what animal is that?” Or “what’s that colour?”. Often times Nickel gets roped into reading the whole story book for him (He’s a surprisingly good story teller!)
I head-canon he’d love watching shows like Octonauts, Paw Patrol and The Backyardigans!Snuggling up with a bunch of blankets and watching cartoons makes him feel super small! Nickel has no interest in kids shows but likes watching them with Baseball cuz he knows it makes him happy <3
He knows all the Backyardigans episodes by heart and likes humming along to the songs!
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good-beanswrites · 6 months
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Hello! So like I've been having that Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins AU rent free in my head for a while, and thought this up.
Since the prisoners weren't allowed to meet at first, they could hear the others practicing their singing nearby/next door. Some are awed by how passionate they put into their songs (eg: Haruka & Shidou), how into it (eg: Fuuta & Kotoko), how emotional (eg: Kazui), etc. This allowed the prisoners to imagine what the others are like.
...Then there's Mikoto with Red going all out with their MeMe song and it stunned everyone into silent fear until the prisoners meet him and go "YOU SANG THAT!?!"
I've been going so so crazy over this omg!!
No matter how big the facilities are, I'd imagine it would be difficult to keep ten people undergoing a full filming process completely separate from each other. Though they don't actually see each other, they overhear recording booth sessions while while walking down the hall. They spot unique outfits and props in the costume closet. They hear crew members giving Jackalope weird updates ("sir, where do you want the massive tarot cards when they're finished?" "the order of thousands of fake flowers has arrived" "we ran out of medieval outfits" etc.) They see teams lugging around massive set pieces from one stage to another. They hear a few hushed rehearsals from behind dressing room doors.
Mahiru totally tears up listening to Kazui. Meanwhile Kazui is blown away by Mahiru's enthusiasm and speed. Yuno thinks After Pain sounds really fun. Amane is awed at the other songs, (she's never even heard rock music before). Kotoko finds herself singing bits of Weakness. Muu is moved by Shidou. Fuuta is torn between being jealous of Mikoto's song and excited there's someone else with some yelling.
And so of course, the prisoners go crazy trying to piece together predictions about their upcoming cellmates. One the experiment begins, they subconsciously start matching up the voices they remembered hearing with their expectations. I think Shidou, Amane, and Kotoko would surprise people the most -- it seems hard hard to get a day-to-day read on them from their songs alone. Fuuta is simultaneously exactly what people were expecting and nothing like what they thought. Everyone's ideas of Mahiru were spot on. Haruka sang so confidently that the group is surprised to hear him stutter so often. Anyone who heard a bit of Meme is shocked when they meet Mikoto and make the connection. When asked about it, he just shrugs and laughs innocently, which only makes it harder to believe. Fuuta, excited to find someone else who did a rock song, is sorely disappointed at first.
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heirtotheempire · 6 months
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My piece for @hinderr !! Heavily inspired by his wonderful fic 'nature' because good LORD it is fantastic.
@starwars-arttrade-2023
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cinnamon-phrog · 26 days
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Teehee little comic thingy. Banner first though
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Four hand pubbets. What will they do,,,,
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MWAH!!!!!!!! 💞
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^^^ they were playing :3
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front-facing-pokemon · 10 months
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#manectric#i woke up at like noon today y'all i'm queuing this after work. i forgot about it all day and i was about to hop on totk#but i got the reminder to do it. so here i am. with manectric#el woowoo‚ if you will#a lot happened. yesterday. it was not a very good day. which is why i woke up so late. it was a little bit rough. but i guess it's a new day#so. it'll get better. planning on Not Doing Shit today or tomorrow to compensate for all the Bullshit that happened yesterday#hoping you all are doing well. one week from today (friday june sixteenth) i'll be hopping on a flight for the first time in 10 years#looks like according to the queue this will actually go up the day before we leave. so‚ to you guys‚ i'll be heading out tomorrow#which is scary a little bit. last time i flew i had no idea i was autistic‚ but now that i've come up with a lot of better accommodations#for myself and i understand myself a lot better and my needs‚ i'm realizing a lot of my accommodations just aren't gonna make it through TSA#plus it's a lot of unfamilarity with unfamiliar people and an unfamiliar environment which i feel like is gonna lend itself to sensory#overload like Immediately and i'm probably gonna get a headache bc that's how it manifests for me#so when we get there i'm probably gonna have to run to the nearest pharmacy. and grab some shit. which is annoying! so. i'm a little#worried. about the trip. NONE OF HTIS IS ABOUT MANECTRIC SORRY#this is a pokémon i have a hard time caring about outside of its involvement as the leader of the electrike in amp plains#that's about it#any tips from frequent flyers who are autistic would be greatly appreciated. not even just about flying but about like. going to unfamiliar#places on the other end of the country and stuff. i feel like that's what i'm most worried about even though i'm worried abt all of it#also hi i'm writing these tags from day-of. like the actual day this is going to post. me from a week ago sure did know what she was talking#about! anyway. i'm. gonna like. take my meds now goodBye see you all when this Posts in a few hours
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orkowhereheshouldntbe · 4 months
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[ID: several images of an Ork-0 action figure on a snow-covered driveway. /End ID]
Orko enjoying the winter weather! It was still actively snowing while I got these shots!
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doctorbrown · 7 months
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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 3 / 31 * GUN FIGHT 」
And in that single moment, to the sound of the heavens being split by a lone gunshot, Emmett's plans for the future are violently derailed.
The heavy thud of Marty's body hitting the ground is what it must sound like when the universe shatters. He half-expects to see the very threads of reality unfolding around him, because this can't be how things are meant to play out.
The photograph of the tombstone from 1955 isn't even in his pocket if he somehow managed to free his hands enough to check whose name is engraved there.
Colour fades, sunlight cracks, his chest aches where his heart, too, is violently wrenched still-beating from his chest, and Buford Tannen's self-satisfied laughter over the fact that he shot a kid—a kid, and his best friend at that—makes the corners of Emmett's vision darken with a rage he has not known in a long time.
He'd always thought himself above falling victim to such barbaric emotions. He was better, he could control his outbursts of anger and emotional distress. The thought of taking a life was abhorrent in every way, and ever since 1945, that feeling had doubled exponentially, making him near-ill to even seriously consider adding more blood that, by proxy, was already on his hands.
But Marty, his best friend in the entire space-time continuum, the boy who has risked his own life time-and-time again for him, who has made his life better simply by existing in it, has—
No no no no. Don't think it, don't make it real.
So right now, contrary to the beliefs he had held his entire life, Emmett welcomes this poison infecting his mind, this rage he feels that curls his hands into fists and urges him forward, pulling and thrashing against the vice grip of Buford's lackeys.
Come on, kid. Get up. Get up, Marty!
The culmination of all his anger, his shock, his heartbreak, lands on the back of Buford's head in a stare so fierce, so bloodthirsty, that Emmett becomes the very monster that Hill Valley of the future fears he is.
I'll get you for this, Tannen!
His life for Marty's. An eye for an eye, and if he made himself blind, the consequences would be only temporary, for this timeline could not stay the way it was. Without Marty, there was no future to return to. He would have to figure out how to take the DeLorean back, not forward, singlehandedly and stop this entire chain of events before it could begin.
Emmett isn't sure of the passage of time in that long, torturous moment; time seems to have frozen to a standstill and it is only him and his thoughts and the fact that Marty is still—
A collective gasp cuts through the crowd, thrusting him back into the world and out of his thoughts, and Emmett's heart nearly stops as Marty rises from the dead, a veritable Lazarus, and reveals the secret hidden beneath his poncho.
Emmett's eyes go wide as all that anger festering inside is leeched away, making room for unbridled joy and relief. He gasps too, mimicking the crowd, realising only now through the burn of his lungs that he had been holding his breath, likely for some time.
A bulletproof vest...! I'll be damned, kid.
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thatsitso · 2 years
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Orufrey week day 2: Festival
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It's their little tradition, a backstage good luck kiss before the procession :]
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