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umbrace-rambles · 4 months

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One Piece and Being Different

I could talk long and wide about all the things I love about One Piece, from the worldbuilding to the character writing to the political/darker topics it touches, anything. But one of the main reasons I personally love it so much and I don't believe has been talked about as much as it should, is how much it celebrates otherness. This is very much an overarching theme in the series because pirates by themselves directly go against society's standards, but this is focused more on a character point.

Objectively speaking, most OP characters are freaks and weirdos and strange and off putting, and it's good! Luffy specially, and he is the MAIN character, celebrates and embodies this weirdness to the extreme, and it's incredible how he manages to push this idea to other people around him too. It happens time and time again that he will meet someone and, the more different they are, the more he instantly wants them to join his crew. He is so incredibly driven by the wonder of discovering things different to him that he only feels happy about their existence, he wants to know and have fun with and love them because they're different!

And it has been acknowledged, the general effect Luffy has on people, how he manages to pull them to him like moth to a flame and recruit them to his side without even trying. It’s such incredible power, but it's also incredible how everybody around him, and especially his crew, always strive to become better for him, and most of the time becoming better, in OP, implies stop being normal. Being human, being acceptable by society's standards.

Like damn, the whole character plot of Luffy's fight against Katakuri was Katakuri coming to realize that he doesn't have to put up a front for other people, that he can keep going being himself, without hiding his monstrous features. That is when Katakuri stops fighting for his family and starts fighting because he wants to. And even after Luffy wins that fight he is respectful of Katakuri's wishes and covers his mouth with his hat.

Most of the Strawhat crew are really adopted strays, lost people and old enemies. They were othered, by people or circumstance, and Luffy gave them a home and a purpose. And in their increasing devotion to his cause, and through his constant love towards them, they have learned to stop being afraid of being different. Luffy will always accept them.

Franky had to quite literally rebuild himself into a living weapon, he chose to do that so his Battle Frankies couldn't be used against his will ever again, but despite being a cyborg he still looked mostly human. His pre-time skip design often shows how he pulls off his skin gloves to punch with his real metal hands. He was a criminal and shunned by his city and he was okay with that, but he still chose to blend in. After he joins Luffy he fully embraces himself and becomes quite extravagant in his own design, he is proud to show off his body modifications, he has fun with it, he accepts his cards and decides to use them at their full extent for Luffy. His metal parts in full display, painted with bright colors. Flame-shaped fists, changing his hairstyle at the push of a button, that is not someone trying to blend in anymore.

Chopper is a character whose biggest fear has always been being an outcast. He was bullied out of his herd for not being reindeer enough, he was hunted down by humans for not being human enough. Eventually, however, he learns that in order to be able to keep going, to defend his newfound family, he will have to become a monster for them, and he is happy to, because he would do anything for them. He knows that they will never think less of him for being a monster, for being different. These are some of the most extreme examples but every single character in the crew reflects this theme in some way.

We have people with extremely bizarre powers, shapeshifters, furries, witches, made up creatures, zombies, talking animals, talking food, living skeletons, a whole kingdom of queers, sea monsters, dragons, human experiments and so much more. In a series that mixes so many genres, so many themes, so many types of characters, such outrageous and unconventional character designs could have been used for mockery, or simply used as villainous traits as so many other stories do. And they are certainly sometimes cause of mockery, but it's rarely ever malign. In OP this extreme otherness is often a source of awe, a positive trait, something to be admired. It certainly is for Luffy.

Luffy is a main character that exclusively judges people by their true selves, beyond what they may be saying or doing, with his very keen emotional intelligence. In the world of One Piece, where the maximum power is held by the World Goverment, an organization that actively shuns everything different and is willing to sacrifice anything for the continuity of censorship, power and control, that turns a blind eye towards unaffiliated countries, the slave trade, and the underworld, that is willing to create agreements with some of the most feared pirates and allow them to continue to exercise fear in exchange for their assistance as brute force, Luffy and his recurring thread of freedom and acceptance is beautifully fitting.

#This got away from me #Sorry if something doesn't make sense I literally wrote this in my phone's notes app at 2am in a fit of obsession #but just got around to edit it lol #this rly turned out to be a love letter to Luffy huh #main character of all time #one piece #this is LONG i apologize. it's mostly the pictures lol #one piece meta #one piece text posts #monkey d. luffy #franky one piece #tony tony chopper #one piece chopper #charlotte katakuri #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #world government #op_meta

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luthiery · 2 years

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Orpheus and Eurydice, Frederic Leighton // Orpheus and Eurydice, Edward Poynter // Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld, Camille Corot // Orpheus and Euridice, George Frederic Watts // Orpheus Lamenting Eurydice, Camille Corot // Orpheus in Hades, Pierre Amédée Marcel-Beronneau // Death of Orpheus, Émile Lévy // Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus: The Head of Orpheus, John William Waterhouse

Cassandra, Florence + the Machine

#reposting bc it didn't show up in tags #obviously this song is about cassandra but what if it was also about orpheus and eurydice #florence and the machine #florence + the machine #dance fever #orpheus and eurydice #camille corot i love u #lyrics edit #frederic leighton #edward poynter #camille corot #emile levy #john william waterhouse #web weaving #art compilation #orpheus #eurydice #i orginally made this in like april/may and just got around to reposting it lol #girl help i cannot stop putting lyrics onto images

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icewindandboringhorror · 4 months

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Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

#cats #holiday #OUGHH....... barely could even get these edited and posted... my mysterious sickness flare up has been sooo bad the past few #days.. I didn't even go to the usual obligatory family christmas I was supposed to attend (!!! health issue/medical mention in tags below)#My stomach issues basically put me in a constant state of uncontrollable shivering/body shaking + nausea + sometimes rapid heart #rate. and when it happens at night that makes it like.. nearly impossible to sleep when you're violently shaking + you can feel your heart #so strong + you keep having to run to the bathroom every 5 minute to cough and gag #and throw up and so on and so forth. etc. So I went like 40 hours without any sleep almost for christmas eve and all of christmas day #last night I finally got maybe 2 hours of sleep in between the nausea and shaking and stuff. and then today I was able to get a few #hours of sleep in the afternoon. Today I tried taking an anxiety mediciation a doctor gave me in case it was anxiety related (it's apparent #ly used to relax people and works in the moment. rather than like Anxiety Mediciation that you have to take for weeks to see any effect #because I think this isn't actually acting on your brain chemistry it's judt like..a mild sedative or something.) but all that did was make #me dizzy and sweaty lol. I;m glad I slept a little but I'm just still frustrated that I don't feel normal. I started having these #'episodes' (with the stomach issues + shaking + heartrate + nausea etc.) like at the end of october. And usually it will happen for like a #few hours at a time. or i'll lose sleep one day and then be fine the next. but this has been like nearly 3 days of feeling weird. so is #getting kind of annoying... It's funny too because I was so so productive like.. literally the few days before. I was feeling much better #and I was working on my game and blah blah. But then.. random issue flare up out of nowhere of course.. yaayy.... happy holidays to meee lo #I did at least see two random ducks outside of my window in the yard area for christmas. and havent seen them since. So it's like.. hrmm..#pacing around my room nauseous and shakings and etc. but at least... hello.. two little ducks placed there just for me :3c #Now I get anxiety every night which I'm sure doesn't help/could exacerbate whatever underlying genuinely physical issues exist. But after #like 2 nights of 'I spend the night sleepless and incredibly uncomfortable just sitting in the dark sick' then bedtime is like.. dread...#I even was trying slapping myself in the face in desperation to see if somehow that could shock my body out of whatever the hell it was #doing lol.. up at 3am holding ice cubes in my hand and hitting myself in the head and crying from exhaustion and thowing up.. literally #ridiculous cartoon character feeling... AAANYWAY!!! At least I have baby boy pictures. and I have lots of doctors appointments so hopefully #whatever the issue is can be sorted out at some point. I don't know much about ibs but hopefully maybe something like that that I could pos #ibly take medication for and not something more seirous or anything. Maybe there's a food I'm secretly intolerant to or whatever.#And I did at least post a sims holday video actually timed for the holidays so that's something. I havent been productive really latrely #though obviously.. I can't even play games or small tasks when in that state since I'm just SO physically uncomfortable. Nausea and heart #stuff are THE hardest physical sensations to ignore.. BUT yeah... hoping I shall sleep at all tonight. hopeing to get like 3 productive #things done.. at some point... at least SOMETHING... lol..... *** *** ***

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crossbackpoke-check · 11 months

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Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

#me when everybody is posting the maple leafs sad narratives and i am furiously generating this like HOLD ONNNN HOLD ONNNNNNN #honestly i could've been SOOOO MEAN about this because i saw this poem & alexandra got the preview on the poetry blog #where i just reblogged the first half of this poem point blank with the tags #kyle dubas #toronto maple leafs #& got yelled at aksdaksf & it literally only didn't go on this blog bc i usually write more & then it was percolating & i looked up the poe #& it was only the FIRST PART i'd reblogged i didn't know there was more & then brain immediately went brrrrr ok time for an edit.#this is a long one lol & i also have no idea if it makes sense to anybody but me but because y'all know me i will always overexplain so!!#my reasoning for the reasons obvi kyle. that's a given i hope he's doing well i hope he & his family r good but man is not coming in to wor #the second edit took me a stupid amount of time bc i am nitpicky but also i learned how to do the layers & transparency from the claude edi #that actually y'all don't know about lmao but i lost my mind when i saw how perfectly those pictures align i was scrolling getty & was like #ok december i'm gonna do a headline one (in my brain with the november/june quote about choosing to die again) w/ maple leafs playoff odds #how they say at winter break you know who's gonna be in the playoffs & who'll win & they thought they had a shot but it's mitchie overlaid #the 2003-04 team who'd last won a playoff round with the atlantic division stats from dec for 22-23 & how long it's been & dec headlines #i wanted breakup/recent/never loved to be a recent trade acquisition somebody who bounced around & somebody else so i almost had simmer #brodie & zar but then i wanted to make murray for breakup at any time &i forgot zar & him were on the pens together &it hit me like a truc #bc there's a photo of the two of them EXACTLY the same so close it's scary of this one but them as pens so they had to be it & i did always #know never loved again was mitchie. sorry. also mitchie in the penalty box the last game but i couldn't find footage of it & this one works #no i could not find a photo of tyler bertuzzi fighting a leaf for a dog looked at me yes i tried.#i almost made the bunting photo jt but instead it's 'bunting a rat etc' anyway the one i really feel unhinged about is dead pets bc at firs #i was gonna make it the handshake line & look to see if the leafs had drafted anybody on the panthers (dead pet former draft pick)#& they had & it was carter verhaeghe & i couldn't get a good pic of matthews & verhaeghe but it's fine bc i thought about the mo/luke schen #narrative (in which they are a perfect d pair long lost) & schenn was drafted by the leafs & that line fits jut trust me. also how i feel #about the kniesy luminous line that one possessed me it had to be kniesy idk why. i almost put gussy as girls are too pretty though ALSO #did u like my joke. daylight SAVINGS time on the goalie. thank u. also my photo magic on the jt (me very poorly editing in him as an isle)#OK ALSO HOLD ONNNNN there is a part two but i have to wait for the Content i want it will come out as soon as [redacted] or sooner #if i get bad at waiting &everyone will pretend like it is always the way it will be once i have the photos i want. speaking of did the leaf #simply not take a team photo this year?? it Does Not Exist for me i have tried very hard to look for it also i'm excited for part 2 #one of them is named oh you're so unhinged for this one & the finished product is you're unhinged in ways you didn't even know u were sorry #liv in the replies

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sentientsky · 5 months

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a tiny little ficlet based on this lovely comment from @queer4cryptids on this post! (i accidentally made it angsty, i’m so sorry!! but there’s comfort and gay yearning in there, i swear!) when the night falls low and settles against the side of the Earth; when the the dark begins to carry a certain weight, he shifts his stance. he lets himself breathe air he doesn't really need into lungs that exist simply by virtue of his inclination to breath. it's the same pattern Crowley's watched unfold a hundred million times times over—the stretching of a thread until it frays, three women, a set of blades; a wicked inevitability carried in the lines of time-weathered hands.

and still it never changes, never lessens the welling of grief that builds and breaks in his chest, that stagnates and stratifies like layers of sand upon gravel upon so many eons since he first fell from the sky and lost the right to mourn a woman hungry only for bread and a little kindness.

he leans back against a headstone, swallowing down a familiar hollowness. the sparrows have all taken root in the knots of tree trunks. the moon blinks back at him, clouds swaying like an eyelid closing to sleep.

he turns his face away from the light, sucks in breath for which he still has no need. the rough-hewn granite is going to scuff his coat; he knows this with the certainty of having lived in a world full of serrated edges for so many years. and yet he doesn't care. Crowley can't find it in him to give a damn because finally, finally he's there. he's there and he's real and tangible and it's been eleven months, two weeks, and four days since he's last felt the warmth of angelic skin so close to his own. not that he's been keeping count, of course. and Aziraphale's got that faraway look again. the one pressed into the lines of his face in the aftermath of a flood that tilted against the sky; the same one Crowley saw in the stark daylight of a death warrant unfurled and stamped with the name of the holy Mother herself. it's the same, hollow, teeth-gritted look Crowley himself wore as he stood on a hillside reeking of freshly-cut wood, bearing witness to yet another child of the Almighty thrown to the wolves. Aziraphale turns, then, and blue eyes meet black lenses meet amber-gold. "Crowley—" Aziraphale manages, choking it out in a half-whisper, like it hurts—like it scrapes his throat with bits of barbed wire. and, just like that, something in him is breaking and the oak trees are all whispering dangerous things and still, still he can't find a version of this story in which he doesn't lean closer, doesn't press himself forward into air that smells of earl grey tea and old books and something celestial and hallowed and holy underneath it all. and as though he's drowning—as though the moon doesn't watch them with a flickering gaze and the trees can't hear the brush of skin meeting skin—Aziraphale presses his fingertips to the side of Crowley's wrist. he moves no further. the air holds still, time seeming to freeze around them. it's intentional, he realizes; it's fire and it's heat and it's utterly fucking terrifying. even now, so far above ground, Crowley can nearly feel the weight of hellish eyes on his back. a shudder runs the length of his body. and yet. in the atomic space of that hungry, desperate, throat-baring yet, he turns his hand, trembling, to the side. he finds the angel's touch like a bird bearing North—like a compass forever calibrated to a single, fixed point.

"I know—" he rasps. “Angel, I know.” he twines his fingers with Aziraphale's, and it's positively electric. every cell in his tragically, wonderfully human body has turned pure gold, conducted and galvanized and sparking. a sharp, stilted inhale; a quiet anticipation carved out in the space between their pressed hands (and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss...). the graveyard is still. the grief is there, still. the grief might always be there. but the sharp edges dull, the welling in his chest grows steady and slow and gentle. and the world becomes a little less difficult to bear with the two of them holding it up.

#WOAH THIS GOT OUT OF HAND (pun not intended but hehe). this was supposed to be little but then i kept thinking of stuff to add #thank u for the prompt!!! it was rly fun to write hehe!!#i have a couple papers due rly soon so i probably won't get around to tackling the other prompt for a few days. but it's coming!! dw lol!#might throw this one up on ao3 idk lol. i'd have to properly edit it tho instead of just word barfing onto the page afjldjasjsalkd #also ik this was supposed to be cute and fluffy but i apparently have this ability to take anything meant to be adorable and make it angsty #good fucking night heheheh i'm going to SLEEP #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #gomens #gomens 2 #aziraphale x crowley #good omens ficlet #good omens fic #gomens fic #good omens fanfiction #good omens poetry #my words #wren writes crow #good omens 2 ficlet #david tennant #michael sheen #crowley x aziraphale

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getoutofmytardis · 7 months

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i’ve been drawing little earthy creatures recently and gomens fits the vibe very nicely so here they are:)

also my silly little headcanons for Yatted Aziraphale (TM):

saw crowley’s lil snek tattoo in the beginning and fell in love (with both crowley and tattoos)

was fascinated when he discovered the first humans tattooing! went round collecting ones from all of the first civilisations doing it

he’s been tattooed with mammoth bone, needle and thread, bamboo; every time a new method was created he’d go check it out!

thought the invention of the tattoo machine was crazy! whatever will they think of next! though he still prefers hand poke methods bc nostalgia and a soft boi deserves soft tatos

still goes to get tattooed when he finds a new artist he loves (miracles a blank area of skin on these occasions)

bit like crowley’s snake az’s tats can move around when they want to (but they have their favourite places to sit) and he can switch them out and change them up when and how he wants to, some days there might not be any some days he is mostly ink

he absolutely has At Least One matching tattoo with crowley

and also has lots of crowley themed tattoos:)

#this is basically just me practicing using colours and indulging in my hyperfixations lol #also i’m aware that crowley probs fits the vibe better for this however! i don’t care az needs tats and i wanted to draw crowley as a snake #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable spouses #good omens art #fanart #illustration #my art #also i am so close to going into detail abt how tattoos would work in a magical sense but i will spare you on this day #got like 5 customs to do for next week but did i stay up till 5am drawing this? yeah!#edit: aw man i done diddly forgot that mammoths probs weren’t around in the good omens universe:(

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password-door-lock · 2 months

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Your hands are shaking as you punch in the code. This situation is so weird… the sun is barely even up yet; already, you’ve walked across the city to an obscenely expensive-looking apartment building, and now an awkward stranger wants you to just break into this apartment? You get nervous ordering food, so you don’t know what this Unknown fellow expects you to do once you actually get into the apartment. What if the owner’s in there? What if they attack you? What if they call the police? Even if they're not hostile, you have no clue how you're going to explain the situation to the owner— you aren't even sure where Unknown found the phone, or why he would expect its owner to be at home when he found it in a different country.

The lock beeps at you and flashes red. That must mean the code was incorrect, right? Oh god, is this a prank? What kind of person would text a random stranger, send them to a luxury apartment, and then give them a fake code to type in on the door so that they get arrested for attempting to break in? But then again, Unknown seemed relatively trustworthy in the chatroom, and if he was lying to you, surely he would have come up with something more believable than I need you to commit a crime to notify a stranger that I, another stranger, found their phone in a foreign country. You figure that it must be true, because who would go through the effort of constructing such an elaborate scam with a fake messenger app only to use such a flimsy lie? So you try the code again.

But your hands are still shaking, and you definitely type it in wrong again. This time, you know you pressed the 8 key twice— so, making sure to look at the numbers on your phone screen while you type this time, you enter the code again, and you get beeped at for a third time. You decide to cut your losses and just ask Unknown to confirm that he sent you the correct numbers.

MC: Hey I tried to type it in but it didn’t work MC: Can you double check to make sure it’s the right code? Unknown: It’s correct. MC: Maybe the numbers on the phone aren’t actually related to the apartment? Unknown: Haha Unknown: Why don’t you try again?

He must be feeling really nervous about this phone— and no wonder. If he’s actually been using it to send messages all day, then he definitely stole the device. You type in the code again, but after a moment, you get that same red light and beeping noise. You try for a fifth time just to humor this weird stranger, but once again, it doesn’t work— and you were definitely copying directly from the string of numbers he sent you. Okay, well, maybe you should try it one more time, just for good measure— but the same thing happens again, and you’re pretty sure your finger slipped a little bit this time, because the lock blinks red and beeps before you’re even done entering the code. You’ve just started typing the numbers for a seventh time when you are startled by the sound of approaching footsteps. Your fingers slip again.

“Why are you having so much trouble with such an easy job?” Someone asks, though their voice is heavily distorted. That’s probably not a good sign.

“Please tell me that you live here,” you breathe, turning around to face the stranger. He’s wearing a mask, so the only part of his face that you can make out are his eyes. They’re a color that you have never seen before in nature, some bright blend of blue and green that, for whatever reason, shakes you to your core. That’s not even taking into consideration the choker or the tattoo or the leather jacket or the unlaced boots, though even when you do add all of those into the equation, you get the feeling that this guy is trouble. “I promise I’m not trying to break into your apartment. Well, I guess technically I am, but I wasn’t going to steal anything. By any chance, did you leave your phone in a foreign country? I don’t know which country, but, apparently some guy f—”

“The plan failed,” the stranger declares in that otherworldly robot voice.

“Pardon?”

The lock beeps at you again— it must have timed out or something— and you decide that the best thing you can do is try to type the code in one last time and escape into the apartment. If this guy owns the place, then you’re already fucked, but if he doesn’t, you can get away from him inside. Even if he sees you type the code, you can just lean on the door from the other side until he goes away. So you type in the numbers again, feeling his gaze boring into your back. Once again, you let it sit, and once again, the damn thing beeps at you— but you definitely typed in the right code!

The stranger seems to find this incredibly amusing, if his cackling is any indication, and you can’t really blame him. It is a little funny that you can’t figure out how to use the lock. “You’re supposed to press the unlock button after you type the code, cutie. No wonder it was giving you such a hard time,” he talks down to you between peals of laughter. “Oh well. Now that you’ve seen me, I can’t let you go in there, anyway. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to come with me.”

You try pressing the unlock button, but it just beeps at you again. It must have been too long since you typed the code. Before you can input the numbers once again (by this point, you’ve practically memorized them) the stranger is dragging you away by the arm. He’s surprisingly strong. “You’re Unknown, aren’t you?” Maybe that should have occurred to you a little bit sooner, but in your defense, you were preoccupied with the password lock.

The stranger does not offer any substantial reply to your inquiry; he only continues dragging you down the hall. “Shh,” he shushes you eventually, though you aren’t sure whether it’s a response to your earlier question or to your half-hearted struggling. For some reason, you’re much more confused than you are afraid. “You don’t need to know who I am.”

“I was trying to type in the code, I swear,” you explain, “I’m just not very good with password locks… or number passwords in general. You know, one time I typed my PIN number into the microwave? And I’m glad I caught it, because I was just trying to reheat my tea, and here’s my little mug, stuck in the microwave for over an hour— don’t worry, I took it out. And another time, I typed my phone password into the door for the employee room at work—”

“I didn’t realize that I needed to think of something like that when I was choosing someone for my plan,” Unknown mutters, more to himself than to you. While you’re stunned silent, trying to process the many implications of his words, he manages to successfully drag you into the elevator and presses the button for the basement parking level. It occurs to you that you are probably stuck with this guy forever. He seems fun, at least. Maybe you’ll get a chance to ask him what the hell he was thinking, making up such a wild and unbelievable lie to snare you into entering a stranger’s apartment. If he’s dragging you away from it, then it’s obvious he doesn’t live there. “I’ll have to be more diligent next time— but I’ll be good to you. You can be my assistant... Yes.” He could not more obviously be making up his plan as he goes along. "I've always wanted an assistant."

“Oh, wow, what a coincidence,” you mutter under your breath, “I’ve always wanted to get dragged out of a luxury apartment building by a guy with a robot voice. This is a bucket list item for both of us.”

He takes his mask off, which you take as a confirmation that he will never let you out of his sight again. “I’ll take you to paradise,” he assures you in his natural voice, which is just as unfairly beautiful as his face. The elevator doors open. “Come on.”

Maybe it’s a bad idea, but despite the alarm bells still ringing in your head, you follow him out of the elevator.

#I'm finally living up to my url lol #this has been sitting in my drafts forever and I finally got around to editing it this morning #I just feel like realistically I would cause a lot more trouble in a prologue bad end situation than the canon MC does #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #choi saeran #saeran choi #unknown mystic messenger

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herebegiants · 6 months

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It’s been a week since the- I don’t know what to call them. Since they’ve shown up. They’ve covered my house in these tiny contraptions. All real wood and gears as far as I can tell. Like these little steampunk elevators and stairs. The hallway’s now covered in these industrial catwalks the width of my wrist, and every now and then there’s old fashioned cars that drive down them. Those kinds that probably topped at 15 mph. It’s… weird. Surreal, I guess. One second I could be watching YouTube and the next I’m watching a horse the size of a mouse pull little barefoot kids around in front of the media center on a wagon. They seemed to enjoy it, laughing and waving. I think I became part of the sight-seeing when they noticed me.

They don’t run away anymore. I’m… kinda happy about that, honestly. Sure they steer clear of my feet, and I’m glad about that at least. I’m sure none of us want me to end up stepping on someone. Actually I. Don’t really want to think about the possibility, to be honest. That’d feel too weird…

Morbid thoughts aside, they just. Kind of acknowledge me and go about their business, now. Like it doesn’t even matter that I’m there, or that I was living here first.

Is it weird that I kinda like that little chorus of ‘hellos’ in the morning?

… It probably is, isn’t it.

I’m thinking about talking to my therapist about it, but… I’ve got enough on my plate as it is. I don’t really want to end up finding out I’ve gone insane. That I really am seeing things somehow. Finals are next month. I don’t really have time to be hallucinating-

“Whatcha doin’?”

“gAHha!”

Nick slapped his hands down on the page. Staring wide eyed at the little figure on the bed beside him.

She snickered. Sticking her tongue out from the side of her mouth as she shot him a teasing look.

“You’re so jumpy. What, are yah writin’ somethin’ scandalous?~”

“W-? What? No!”

“Ohh? Well yah won’t mind me seein’ then!”

Nick jumped with a squawk as she bolted, snatching the book into the air. Only to remember he didn’t have a thing to worry about as she jogged to a halt. Staring up at the book overhead with a pout and a stomp to the sheets.

“No fair! Let me see!”

Nick blinked, before grating out a snort and letting himself relax again. His brow furrowing over his smile as he shook his head.

“Little gremlins don’t get to see my journal, thank you!”

“Journal?”

Nick’s smile fell as her own grew. Flashing an impish twinkle in her eyes.

“So yah are writin’ somethin’ dirty~”

“No! W-?!” He sputtered. Shutting the book up and tucking it under his arm. “Get your mind outta the gutter, would ya?”

“Pahhh- yer no fun.” She waved off with a roll of their eyes. Only to grin at him again and promptly begin climbing up his knee.

He huffed, but he didn’t stop her. Setting the book down on the nightstand to turn a frown back to her. Though the longer he watched the more a smile began to pull at his lips again, threatening to break the now thin mask of sternness he refused to let down.

“Gremlin.” He repeated. Finally breaking into a grin as she got nearly to his waist and stopped to shoot him a glare.

“I am not!”

“Are too. Look at you! You’re literally climbing me!”

His hand dropped behind her, and she jumped with a startled squawk. It was purely an accident, but her glare only grew as she whipped back around to him.

“I will bite you, giant!”

“Then you’d only be proving my point,” he snickered, figuring with his hand so close, he might as well use the opportunity. He carefully itched down her back in a show of affection, though he tried not to think too much about how he was practically petting her. It was a weird parallel to make. At least she seemed to like it. Her scowl dropped altogether with a flash of surprise, and the stiffness that always seemed to be in her tiny body melted a little.

Before it shot right back through her limbs. Her sun tanned face turning beet red.

Nick’s brow shot up and fingers stopped. Hovering behind her as worry took his face.

“Pebbles…?”

“What!? Oh! U-uh- nothing! Nothing, it’s fine!”

She hesitated, and much to his dismay, let go. Flopping back onto the mattress and brushing herself off as she climbed back to her feet, shoving her hands in her pockets and turning her gaze pointedly down.

“I- I forgot somethin’ is all. I’ll uh… be back later.”

“Oh. Uh… Okay.”

Nick watched as she reached the edge of the bed, grabbing hold of the covers and disappearing as she dropped over the side. Minutes later she was back in his view, seeming smaller than anything as she headed for the door.

Nick clenched his jaw. His lips pressing thin and brow twisting as regret turned in his stomach.

Maybe trying to show a little affection really had been too much…

#g/t #g/t writing #something I wrote a while ago and just remembered #giant!Nick #or rather Human!Nick #he’s a soft big and I need to write him big more often #also #Pebbles #uncertain if she’s sticking around or not as an OC but the possibility is high #also she got a crush :3 #and just realized it lol #because we like to have fun here with smol ladies crushing on gentle giants #edit: extended the ending a bit cause the last ending was a bit sudden

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iceicewifey · 8 months

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some tiny Shays & 'Chelles since I've been 'gone'

#my edits #jojo pitter patter pop #oc d. shay #jjba oc #doing the dynamic poses instead of just idle sprites is so fun i stg #had to do shay's civilian 'disguise' too #couldn't stop giggling while drawing the brick phone at the thought of her carrying around a motorola dynatac 8000x and having to ->#deal with enya caling her all the time lol #qr got an update too #ANYWAY hey hi hello yeah i got bored of that half assed 'hiatus' and tbh i feel better now that i'm not —#dealing with turbo pms and mercury's ass isn't in retrograde anymore lol #so hi!#oc gigi #spankz arts

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lesbiancarat · 10 months

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things I love about oh my! era

in honor of my favorite svt title track and mini album turning 5 years old today have this list of things i loved about the era that's been sitting in my drafts for 3 years <3

these outfits

clouds!!!!

the way svt ended the oh my part switch ver with adore u choreography

odihtd choreo incorporating a bunch of references to previous svt choreos

odihtd choreo incorporating woozi doing the wakanda forever arm cross

just odihtd choreo in general

Chinese version of oh my!!

these outfits

the editing/transitions with the rq and serenity swirls

pillows!!!!! with the piano!!!

pillow fight!!!!

Jun blowing feathers into the camera and saying "woo!"

MOONWALKER WALKER WALKER MOONWALKER

wonwoo controlling the members during the intro to oh my

the bow and arrow choreo bit!!! literally one of my favorite parts of svt's choreos!!

the pure summer vibes of it all

do do do

Joshua miming guitar w seungkwan at the end of oh my

(+ that one time when they messed it up)

blond seungkwan (the one time I will say a specific hair color really suits an idol)

what's good!

holiday mv dir. jeon wonwoo

this 1 hr loop of juns falsetto in moonwalker

didn't happen during oh my era but holiday being sampled on Tobi Lou's track '17cg'

just... bright colors... blues and yellows and pinks... my favorites

mull8 (aka mullet!hao)

their kcon 2018 la performance

these outfits

all of svt using this vernon phone case

this!!! 8-bit oh my animation!!!!

the font choices throughout this whole era?? on point

#it's been in my drafts bc i always meant to go back and add more to it but i never did lol #like i wanted to go through gose spin off for some funny moments during the era but i never got around to it #and atp it's been 3 years so i probably never will #so just have some things from off the top of my head 3 years ago lol #edit: changed the photo for vernon phone case this one is a bit less grainy lol #melia.txt

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keeps-ache · 4 months

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if i could be any little creature on the earth i'd be one of those little robot-dog toys that kind of suck

#just me hi #i know they suck my sibling had one once and it was okay hfvsh #it could do backflips but it also banged its head into the floor every time it did so it was kind of painful to watch lolll #but besides the suckiness i just think they're neat :>#they can roll around and that is very cool to me #sometimes they play music but the speakers are horrible but they're trying so hard bhfs </33 #/anyway. i actually had a point to this but i forgot what it was #if i was a sucky robot-dog toy that costed 60 bucks with terrible wheels and worse speakers i think i'd go and travel the world #why travel the world? i don't know ! just makes sense to do something like that #i think the little things would like to travel the world :> they can't move very well and aren't taken to many rooms and their batteries di #quickly but i think despite (or maybe because) of that they'd roll around busy streets and explore spots that would be hidden by the usual #tourist #it's just a neat thought :)#//okay.. on my way now lol #i keep staying up to ungodly hours by accident and i feel so flat hfhvsh #stayed up til 5 on saturday bc i got caught up telling my siblings a story. stayed up til 4 last night doing the same exact thing fhhsv #i don't learn lol !!#but ye gonna see if i can get my sludge brain to work. as my brother says; toodledoo #//edit: also their hearts are in their batteries and every time you change them they love you more. okay Now bye fhvsbvhfvs

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ultrakdramamama · 10 months

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If this 33 44 seconds doesn't convince you to go watch the whole SHINee 샤이니 'JUICE' Performance Video then I don't know what will. Make your day better...go watch it!

#cutting it off at the I Think You Like Me part…..criminal

I do read y'all's tags, lol. @seilon you are right...so I fixed it :)

#I'm pissed it took this long to get a measly 1m views #GO WATCH IT!#Then go watch it again!#SHINee 샤이니 'JUICE' Performance Video #Key #Minho #Taemin #kicking ass and taking names #this shit is amazing #flash tw #HARD #SHINee #been meaning to re-edit this for over a week now #but just got around to it #lol

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icewindandboringhorror · 1 year

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