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choking-on-ice · 1 month
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early morning apothecary
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tricked my illustration prof into letting me draw more funsies D&D stuff
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biolumantis · 1 year
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MERIDIAN
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littlelightfish · 16 days
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Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:
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Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.
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In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.
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astearisms · 7 months
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catalysts, protectors
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Cicadas - Fault Lines
I've got bugs on the mind, so I wrote a conversation between Ruth and Advent about bugs and how they make them feel
The sun sinks low on the mountainous horizon, illuminating the courtyard of the Bay Harbor Institute. Golden rays of falling sunshine spread across the filigreed white marble columns supporting the exterior of the grand magic academy. Light filters through the small droplets of water on the various deciduous trees dotting the garden, making them shine like the crystals worked into the copper wiring that powered the school. At the central fountain, a large and imposing structure shaped like the very first vessel to land at Bay Harbor, sat a rather small Petrichor. The amber glow around her made her silver locks look an unnatural shade of blonde. She was alone in the courtyard, any other student having removed themselves for their supper and study hours, and alone was precisely what she wanted to be. The air resounded with a symphony of nature, the buzzing of insects calling for a mate, the croaking and crying of amphibians in one of the many creeks and streams nearby, and the singing of birds as they settled back into their nests for the night. Ruth was the sole person in that courtyard, yes, but she wasn’t without company. She sits on a long marble slab, covered in dust and pollen from the late spring blooms. Yellow powder clings to her dusty pink dress, the cloth fabric loosely fitting to her plush form. Those piercing blue eyes of hers gaze downwards to her cupped hands. Inside, something softly buzzes, gently nudging at her spindly fingers. Ruth smiles, her face abnormally soft as she stares down at the creature she was holding.
“You’re such a small, pathetic little thing,” she whispers, listening lovingly to the song the insect sings. “And yet you sing louder than any choir…” A smile settles on her lips as she stares down at the insect climbing about her fingertips. She didn’t hear the sounds of footsteps creeping behind her, nor did she smell the scent of pine sap and gun oil curling from the figure carefully approaching. Two olive green hands wrap tightly around her icy blue eyes, covering the pale markings masking her upper face.
“Guess who?”
 Immediately she tenses up, whipping her tail as hard as she could behind her. 
“Ah ow! What did you do that for??” says the voice, masculine and playful, a tone that only one person would dare pull with the temperamental scholar of medicine. She turns her head to look at him, countenance immediately hardening once more. Ruth’s suspicions were confirmed as she laid eyes on Advent, rubbing at the walnut fur of his legs. Ruth sighs and furrows her brows, keeping the bug in her clasped hands well out of his reach.
“Advent, what have I said about sneaking up on me?”
“That… I can do it when it’s funny?”
“No, dipshit. I told you if you do it again, I’ll find a way to make you so sick to your stomach that you’ll throw up last week’s dinner.”
Advent adjusts his hood, his lips pulled straight in a line.
“You uh…haven’t figured out how to do that, right?”
Ruth gives him a menacing grin, narrowing her eyes as brilliant ice meets burning sulfur. 
“You’ll see.”
“Ruth, I don’t like that answer.” “You’ll see.”
Advent takes a seat besides Ruth, trying to get a good look at the hands she was desperately trying to keep away from him.
“Whatcha got there?”
“None of your fucking business.”
The man looks over her shoulders, wagging his long, furred tail back and forth as he tries to get a glimpse of what she was holding. Those yellow eyes lock on to the insect clambering its way through her fingers, and a grin forms across his face.
“Ugh one of those? And here I thought you had some class, Pothec.”
Ruth’s tail slaps against him once more, creating a loud thud as it slams into the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Shut it, Advent. I thought you’d have more appreciation for bugs, what with living in the woods your whole life.”
The statement causes Advent to pause for a moment. He knits his bushy brows together as he thinks about what he would say next, recalling his life spent with the Drasyl people, his people. They lived amongst the mountainous woodlands in small settlements open to the air around them. The Elders spoke of a connection to the lives and deaths surrounding them, something that deepened their understanding of the magic flowing deep beneath the ground.
“Listen, I lived in those mountains my whole life, but that doesn’t mean I liked it all the time. You have no idea what sort of gross, nasty things crawled into my tent in the middle of the night.”
He holds his hands out, as if pantomiming holding onto Ruth’s head.
“There was once a big, long, slithering thing this big with millions of legs just curled up on my stomach one night!” He shudders at the thought, those long, floppy ears of his wiggling as he moves his head.
“Ugh…the thought is sending chills up my spine.”
Ruth laughs, rolling her eyes.
“And yet you’ll trek through miles of mud and gunk to go find the best batch of frogspawn just to put your hands in it, then prance around with your muddy hooves all over the floor of our dwelling on your return.”
“Hey, frogspawn doesn’t bite, and none of the amphibians around here have teeth big enough to hurt!”
Silence falls between the two for a minute as Ruth lets the bug crawl between her fingers, watching the insect, nearly as big as her index finger, trudge about her palms. Advent inches closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder as he closes his eyes.
“Hey Ruth?”
“Yeah, what do you want?” She doesn’t look up from the bug, nor does she recoil from his touch. 
“You’re cute when you’re sweet like this. You should be gentle more often. I’m sure your boyfriend would like that. Magnus and Theo too.” He opens one of his big, yellow eyes and offers a soft smile to his roommate.
“Fuck off, Advent…”
“I’m serious! If you were half as gentle with people as you were with that bug, you probably wouldn’t be having such a rough time with your boyfriend!”
Ruth sighs, relaxing her shoulders. She leans against Advent, closing her own eyes.
“I…it’s… Look at this creature, Advent. Folks trample on them all the time, and they can’t even fight back. Bastards don’t even have the proper mouths to bite. How can you look at something as pathetic as this and not fall in love?”
Advent nods his head as she speaks, listening as Ruth continues.
“I can’t stand it, Advent, watching people go out of their way to crunch these guys beneath their toes. It’s not fair. The world is so cruel to these little beasts. Someone’s gotta protect them, to love them, right?”
“You speaking from experience, Pothec?” He raises an eyebrow, watching her face shift from endearment to sorrow. “I guess, yeah… You get thrown around enough and… you see yourself in the little guys. Being rich isn’t exactly the perfect lifestyle folks make it out to be. There’s lots of backstabbing. Everyone is superficial, and the smallest mistake gets you…” she trails off, whipping her tail back and forth. Advent nuzzles against her shoulder affectionately, then sits back upright to look her in the eye.
“I think that’s pretty admirable, Ruth. Is that why you don’t lower your walls around the others?”
“Yeah…maybe… Guess I don’t want to get stepped on again.” She stands up, the bug still cradled in her hand, and walks over to the nearest tree. Her bare feet make soft plaps against the stone pavers amidst the cool, green grass, the thumb at her heel gripping the rough surface of the grey stones. She gently tips her hand up against the tree, watching as the bug crawls from her hands onto the jagged bark, and a smile creeps across her face. Ruth and Advent watch in silence as it meanders up the trunk and out of view. She turns to the man, still sitting at the fountain, and gives him a playful scowl.
“Tell anyone and I-”
“I know, I know. You’ll find a way to make me puke up last week’s dinner.” The two share a small chuckle. She never followed up on those threats, not with him. 
“Thanks…Advent.”
“For what?” “For uh…letting me get that out of my system.”
Advent gets up and pats her shoulder with a smile. His calloused hands were warm to the touch. 
“Any time Ruth.” He tips his head back dramatically and lets out a long sigh, rubbing his stomach.
“It’s time for dinner, Pothec. Come on!” he says, drawing out that last word, “I’m STARVING. I need food or I’ll wither away and DIE.”
Ruth rolls her eyes and chuckles, patting down her dress.
“Alright, alright. Come on then, I’ll get something made.”
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whump-in-the-closet · 3 months
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when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.
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greykolla-art · 28 days
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⚠️Please don’t touch the sexy deer, it’s not flirting with you. ⚠️
I’ve got a thing for Vox being a fuckboi who keeps thinking their tension is gonna lead to hate sex. 😂
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livingmeatloaf · 2 months
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There is only one way to make a truly wonderful Avatar adaptation, not matter how bad it turns out to be:
A professionally shot, full length stage production of the Ember Island Players' Fire Nation propaganda version of the events
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theoldkyokodied · 7 months
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Another doodle pile for the peculiar diet duo
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hayden-christensen · 8 months
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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND ARIANA GREENBLATT as Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano Ahsoka - Part Five: Shadow Warrior (2023)
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angsty-art-ist · 25 days
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certified coolkid moment: finding the rotting corpse of your classmate in the woods
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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You keep telling yourself that Namari.
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the-flower-named-fire · 7 months
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Alone in the room, Elias holds the small handheld mirror in one hand and angles it to reflect th mirror on the wall.
The larger mirror, in turn, reflects the his back, allowing Elias to indirectly see the scar on their back, new and raw.
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curioscurio · 7 months
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I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her
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arabella-s-arts · 2 months
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Scenes/Things in Supernatural that genuinely don't make sense to me if Dean was straight:
The confession booth scene.
Sam just rolling with the fact that Dean's siren is a guy while still thinking sirens infect people through sex.
Dean being flustered by several men: Gunner Lawless, Aaron, Doctor Sexy, etc.
All the parallels between Destiel and other couples. (A big one being "last night on Earth" bc how do you do that accidentally.)
Having all the gay jokes be on Dean instead of Sam.
Paralleling Sam meeting his childhood celebrity crush with Dean meeting Gunner Lawless.
The boner Dean got when Cas cleaned up.
Dean gulping after Cas does an impression from a Western movie.
Charlie, a lesbian, calling Castiel "dreamy."
The way Mary looks at Dean and Cas when they hug.
Dean wondering why everyone assumes he's gay, while Sam not caring.
The logic that Charlie can't flirt with guys because she's only attracted to women, but then having Dean flirt with the guy for her.
Dean seeming disappointed when learning that Aaron's flirting was fake.
The amount of time Dean and Cas spend staring at each other.
Dean canonically having an orgy with Crowley.
A woman saying that she knows when someone's pining for someone else to Dean, just for us to learn that Dean was never in love with Amara.
The set design and script choices that lead to a cross in the background while Dean said "I do." to Cas after he came back to life.
Edit: To the people who say I can't use the siren as an example because the siren is supposed to be his brother, and therefore his siren being a man doesn't work. If you reread that bullet point, then you will realize that I didn't put it down as just simply Dean's siren being a man. I recognize that the siren is supposed to be his brother. It's the fact that Sam still thinks the siren infects people through sex, not knowing that it's actually through saliva when he realizes who the siren is. So when he sees that Dean's siren is a guy, he had to assume they had sex, and he does not seem surprised by this at all.
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beif0ngs · 8 months
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everyone on tumblr @Buggy the 🤡 right now 
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