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luuxxart · 6 months
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evil win! the ones plotting for your mysterious death are uncle and nephew!
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splatoon-edits · 7 months
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Marina Transparents
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truebluewhocanoe · 5 months
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basilbots · 28 days
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Solar vs Eclipse
So today's episode was very fun and brings attention back to the fact Eclipse V3 was made from Solar's code. It raises the question: Is this Eclipse better because of Solar's unique code? The short answer? No, not really. The long answer? They're really not different enough for Solar's code to change Eclipse in a way any non-Solar Eclipse could have done themselves. Wanting to defend Earth is not part of Solar's code, wanting a family more is not part of Solar's code, hell being nicer isn't even part of Solar's code. What does Ruin actually say turns Eclipses into Solars? "[Eclipses] didn't try to talk even a little bit... you went to hatred and vengeance almost immediately. You know what Solar did? He took over Sun and demanded answers."
This is not Solar being nicer, it's not Solar lacking anger at his treatment (hell if Moon putting up a mental block for the killcode he locked away is just as much as a constant then Solars have the spite to break through it without a Bloodmoon), it is the slightest difference of communication and restraint before diving into plots and revenge. A relatively small change on how he approached the situation, which leads to a domino effect of his treatment then on which is really the thing that made Solar into who he was today. Solar's code didn't make him nicer, an Eclipse being able to communicate in a productive enough way to appease their anger and be offered a place in the family very early on made him nicer. It's a difference in situation, not a major code difference.
So yes, if anything, Solar's code maybe gave Eclipse some more restraint. But this change is minuscule, Eclipse clearly is not happy about holding himself back, his ass still sucks at communicating, and it's not a change that Eclipse couldn't naturally go through himself! Especially in his current situation. Ruin says so as well that Eclipse could just have realized this is a better action to take on his own. So why did Ruin talk about it so much if it very likely doesn't matter? Probably to fuck with Eclipse. I think it's pretty clear that Ruin doesn't like Eclipse very much, and he's already having an identity crisis about being a copy. Throwing in the idea that he is even more of a fucked up copy than he realized with traits that could "only be because of Solar" is gonna make it even more messy. But all this is just my take. The show could very well go ahead and run with this Eclipse being better because of Solar code, but I'll just politely ignore that for multiple reasons.
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moeblob · 1 month
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New farmer (for 1.6 update reasons).
His name is Death and he's really death. He's pretty quiet and just wants to live in peace with his chickens. Tries to interact with the town as little as possible but is really curious about them and how they live and is super satisfied to simply watch them - but as the new person it seems no one wants to let that happen.
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b4kuch1n · 8 months
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siren
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pupbeat · 4 months
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he's been at it for a while
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sheepiemc · 5 months
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your touch (a craving)
part 2: arm (first)
You were on Diavolo’s mind again. 
This seemed to be happening more often than not these days, especially after that infamous bus ride a few weeks before. The warmth of your thigh on his still made him crazy whenever he thought about it. The strength of his willpower was astounding; how he didn’t end up just pulling you onto his lap because of that touch was beyond mortal comprehension. Such were dangerous thoughts for the future King of the Devildom.
Something you had said that day kept bringing him back to that conversation. Somehow, you got on the topic of Devildom flora and he mentioned the Flowers of the Abyss in the school garden would soon be in bloom. You said you hadn’t gotten to explore the gardens much, as it wasn’t a part of the very brief tour you got from Mammon that very first day. 
“We’ll need to rectify that immediately,” he remembered himself saying, leaning ever so closer - just as you did to him earlier on the bus. 
You tilted your head as if you were surprised by the prince's sudden boldness. “I would really appreciate that, Diavolo. Thank you.” 
The way your eyes brightened with your genuine smile made his heart soar; he'd been riding that high ever since. And he definitely clocked you dropping the honorific in his name. He had never been so excited to be disrespected (something to unpack at a later time). 
And so, it was time to fulfill his promise. 
He had finally cleared up his schedule and worked some magic behind the scenes to make sure you had the same time off. He texted you as soon as he was done to ask if you were available for the tour (even though he already knew the answer). You texted back almost immediately that yes, you were free and you would like to cash that rain check now. 
Diavolo looked out the window. It wasn't raining. 
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You texted back, “I'll meet you at the garden gate.” 
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He tried to control his excited gait as he made his way to the garden from the student council office, but if anyone saw how fast he was hustling through the halls, they would know something was up. 
Approaching the garden gate, he stopped when he saw you - close enough to observe but far enough away for you not to notice him yet. You were looking away from him, leaning against the fence that surrounded the perimeter of the garden. 
He admired the way your hair looked in the eternal Devildom starlight, though it made him wonder what it looked like in your natural environment. What did it look like in the sun? Did it feel as soft as it looked? 
You looked down at your phone and he could see your face in profile. He leaned against the fence now too, gently enough so as to not alert you to his presence. He wanted to memorize that profile, to become so familiar with it that he would be able to recognize you by its shadow. You smiled so fondly at whatever you found on your phone, and it made Diavolo's chest tighten. It was a stunning sight, to be sure - but he felt a sting of envy that he wasn't the reason for that smile.
“MC!” He waved and you looked at him, only a little bit startled.
“Hello, Lord Diavolo.” You put your phone away and turned to him, smiling wider.
He stopped short at the formality, leaving a respectable distance between you. Of course you would use his title here, in the hallowed halls of his very own institution, but that didn't make the blow land any softer. 
He schooled his features into his “jovial prince indulging another of his whims” mask and asked, “Are you ready for your first official tour of our gardens? I can't believe it took this long for you to get to see them. We'll have to fix that for the next group of exchange students we bring in.” 
“Yes, well,” your smile faltered infinitesimally, so minutely, anyone else might not have seen a difference. But Diavolo did. Demon that he was, he felt slightly vindicated but it didn't make him feel any better. In fact, it only reminded him that your stay here was temporary. “I'm glad you're the one that gets to show me, My Lord .” 
He was startled by the emphasis on his title. Could you really see right through him? He almost shuddered at the thought before fully turning away from you to open the gate, allowing you to walk inside. “It's a huge garden and we have much to see so let's get on then, shall we?” 
You walked past him, your smile ever so slightly morphing into a smirk. Diavolo released a breath he didn't realize he was holding and closed the gate behind him. 
You wound the serpentine trails of the garden at a decidedly uncomfortable distance. Diavolo kept you at more than arm's length, a distance he maintained every time you stepped a little bit closer. He named every interesting plant you pointed out because what else is a prince to do for millennia if not memorize every plant name in his domain? 
When you arrived at the section affectionately called “the flower fields”, you couldn't hold in your enthusiasm for all the strange, beautiful, and entirely unfamiliar flowers that populated this part of the garden. Your glittering expression softened Diavolo’s heart, reminding him why he chose to bring you here in the first place. 
“Those would be the Flowers of the Abyss.” He gestured to some flowers with dark purple petals with a black gradient and blood-red stamens, a combination you had certainly never seen on any flower on earth. 
“Can I touch them?” you asked. 
“Smart of you to ask,” he smiled. “If you wish.” 
He watched you, standing on the other side of the trail, as you tentatively reached out for the plant, rubbing its petal between your fingers. Your lips parted in a near-silent gasp. Diavolo gasped too, albeit involuntarily, his attention oscillating between your fingers and your face. 
“It's so soft,” you whispered reverently as you gently cupped the flower in both hands. You leaned in, bringing your face closer to the bloom. Diavolo swallowed hard. Was he really getting jealous of a flower? In trying to feel the petals against your cheek, you managed to get some pollen on the corner of your mouth. “And they smell delightful,” you sighed, standing up straight, and releasing the flower from your grasp. 
“MC, you have-” he couldn't finish the sentence, so he only vaguely gestured to his mouth, wishing he could get it off you himself. 
“Oh,” you wiped it off with your thumb and looked at it quickly before sticking your thumb in your mouth. “Mmm, sweet, too.” 
At that, Diavolo had to look away or else he might end up doing something he would certainly regret. That's when he noticed all the Hell Jasmine growing on his side of the trail. Stepping away from them, Diavolo cleared his throat, saying, “Yes, well, there is still more garden to get to so let's-” 
“Of course,” you interrupted, “I know you're very busy, you must have something more important to attend to today.” 
Anyone else listening to you might have taken that statement at face value, as someone being considerate of a prince’s schedule. But if you could read him, then he could read you just as well. 
He heard the subtle hurt. 
And it crushed him. 
“That's not-” he started. 
That's when time slowed down. As Diavolo approached you to try to assure you that you had his full attention, you stepped toward him as well. What you didn't see was the creeping vine that caught your foot as you stepped away. 
You were falling. 
You reached out for something - anything - to steady yourself, to catch yourself before you hit the ground. That something just happened to be Diavolo. His arm to be exact. The desperate grip short-circuited his brain and all he could think was please, don't let go. Long dormant synapses were firing in his brain and his eyes were only focused on where you two were touching. When you looked up at him, you realized just how close your faces were. You could've been standing there for an eternity, or only a few seconds - the Prince was absolutely transfixed.
You could've been standing there for an eternity, or only a few seconds. “You saved me, Diavolo. Thank you. I almost got your uniform dirty,” you joked in an attempt to snap him back to reality. 
He looked at you. 
You looked back at him. 
“Yes, well,” he said, his voice a little strained, “we couldn't have that now, could we?”
You nodded and straightened out, releasing his arm at the same time. He mirrored your posture and placed his hands behind his back, out of sight, so you could not see the vice grip he had on the arm you were just holding. “Shall we continue the tour? We haven't even seen the restricted part of the garden yet.” 
You smiled at him again, “I would love nothing more.” 
And you walked side by side with only a few inches between you.
(next)
A/N: Hell Jasmine is a pale blue, glowing flower with a sweet aroma. Breathing in its fumes makes demons extremely needy and affection-craving. (Obey Me Wiki)
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cubedmango · 8 months
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「30歳の童貞に片想いすると魔法使いになれるらしい」 (from cherry magic volume 11 special edition) — english translation
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biblicalhorror · 2 years
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something something about how Nope (2022) creates a horror film around the concept of agoraphobia as it relates to the feeling of constantly being watched, surveilled, consumed for entertainment. How the opening scene ends with a blood soaked chimp on the destroyed set of a sitcom looking you directly in the eye before cutting to black. How it is the constant poking and prodding of these "show" animals beyond their limits and boundaries that causes them to violently lash out at the people around them. The fact that Jupe is not only completely disconnected from his trauma from Gordy's Home but actively chooses to commodify and profit off of it, and then his need to make a spectacle of every aspect of his life is what ultimately, LITERALLY consumes him. How OJ consistently approaches beasts with a quiet empathy and understanding that causes confusion in the people around him because he chooses not to film or even look JJ directly in the eye and that's why he survives. How Em finally gets her "Oprah shot" in the end but the pain in her eyes echoes the pain we saw in young Jupe's face as Gordy's blood splattered across his cheeks. The fact that the main characters spend the movie doing something people always shit on horror characters for doing (staying to get a picture/video of the monster in their backyard instead of just fucking leaving) and you're still rooting for them because you GET IT. You can empathize with these people who live in a world where it's a) extremely common to commodify and exploit your own life for social media and b) in Hollywood especially, you're left with almost no CHOICE but to do so, thanks to capitalism making you feel like there is no other option. The film makes it very clear that the choices made by these characters are the same choices a LOT of people in the digital age would make.
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Huh-? Why's my sax's mouthpiece all messed up?
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... Ah.
(wip progress + 'lineart' under read-more--)
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portfest outfits are so cool looking,,,
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hoshiumiumi · 10 months
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adam's apple is based on the superstitious belief that when adam ate the forbidden fruit, the apple was stuck to his throat as a reminder from god the sin he had committed.
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i f. i fucking forgot a pencil so i cant scribble out this Thought i had while on a lil road trip today - basically i was thinkin about Wally, as ya do, and i asked myself why does Wally eat with his eyes? its such a Fascinating yet somewhat Out Of Place choice for him. how did Clown come up with that? its so unique. it stands tf out.
and then i remembered Frank & Poppy's convo for their 'bug' audio, and how he says "you eat with your eyes first" and like... thats a real phrase. ive heard it in my life. & it set off lil alarm bells in my head the first time i listened to the clip, i just hadnt connected the dots yet. so its feasible that thats why Wally eats the way that he does - and an in-universe explanation could be that Wally heard the phrase before he could learn how to eat 'properly', and took it literally
essentially:
Frank: you eat with your eyes!
Wally: *rdj meme format* you eat with your eyes
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mugentakeda · 8 months
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sorry for atla posting (it will happen again) but i was thinking about the yukka/zukka parallels and that post saying "what if sokka held resentment to iroh because he thinks maybe yue wouldnt have thought to sacrifice herself if iroh hadnt said anything abt her connection to the moon" and then how zuko hadnt even considered being the one to take the firelord title until iroh said it was a swell idea and then zuko just went with it because zukos mental state at that moment was if iroh told him to jump hed say how high
sokka watches zuko struggle to not deteriorate under the pressure of the crown and taking care of his sister and his dad rotting away in his basement and assassinations and revolts and paying for his forefathers mistakes and his uncles mistakes and that same uncle fucked off to ba sing se and is just living it up there while zuko does all the dirty work. sokka watches him spend hours going through passing big laws about big important things and then he watches zuko spend hours going through unimportant petty bills that his advisors toss at him just because they dont like him and zuko just keeps trudging through it, despite it all.
sokka is watching zuko dissolve into ashes right before his eyes the same way he watched yue dissolve into mist right before his eyes. and the fact that both times it was caused by love for a country that, in sokkas opinion, they truly owe nothing to (yue wouldve been miserable her whole life stuck with a loser like hahn, unable to ever voice her true feelings about what happened around her because shes always seen at the council meetings but never heard, trapped by her countrys traditions. zuko works like a dog day and night in the same place that burned him inside out for all to see and mock, trapped until he dies by his countrys mistakes.), and obligation. and on top of that, both times it came about because of a suggestion iroh made.
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lindalofbroome · 5 months
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11 - Courage
'Endon had realised by then that by his foolishness and blindness the people's last trust in him had been destroyed. The Belt would never again shine for him. All our hopes rested with his unborn child.' DELTORA QUEST 1 The Forests of Silence Ch 9 The Secret
im leaving this up to your own interpretation because i can't articulate thoughts and feelings rn, but generally this post is about endon finding it in himself to admit his mistakes and how he would decide to rectify them i.e. raising lief
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moeblob · 4 months
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AU where Brent is a drone to help out at crime scenes and offer input after Right finds the drone. And basically he befriends the really weird guy possibly controlling the drone but has his doubts as to how human the drone's source can be. So Right and Brent just go around trying to solve crimes while Right just calls the drone "Fuckwad (affectionate)".
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