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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years

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Today's Adventure is that I, after an unintentional 13-hour power nap,

Got woken up at 6AM by a phone call from a friend stranded in Montana because of the heat wave and almost no cell service because of their crap provider.

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Ok.

I somehow summon a week's worth of spoons and in less than 30 minutes and 5 phone calls, get them

A hotel

An appointment with a mechanic from 2 states away

A perscription refilled from 2 states away

and A Pizza

Go me.

But then it's 8AM and there are unscheduled live humans at the door and while EVERGENCY MODE is still on, I have already blown through a ton of spoons, and also probably shouldn't meet whoever it is wearing just a pair of bootyshorts that say "CRYPTID" in Gothic Font on my ass.

So I greet them in those shorts and a T-shirt that I manage to put on both inside out and backwards

#nailedit

It is, Fortunately, not the mormons.

it is, Unfortunately, two UPS guys trying to deliver my other in-house friend's new phone except the new guy doesn't know how to operate the "sign for package" device, and the old guy that's supposed to be mentoring him is like, 92, deaf as a post, and doesn't actually know how to operate the device either.

by the way

it is already

over 100 out

it takes almost 30 minutes to sign for the phone

when i get back inside, i discover that apparently the Corgi has learned how to open his kennel from the inside because he is now out of the kennel and waiting for me to come in.

he also has cat litter all over his face because while he was waiting for me he also learned how to open the baby gate to the cat's room and help himself to a cat shit breakfast.

He'll be fine

He's a cattle dog, they're legally required to have at least 1 really disgusting snack they love.

but

more to the point

i have no idea at what point he learned to open his kennel from the inside

has he been staying there out of politeness this whole time??

And

I got other shit to do today.

namely.

I'm seeing a realator

The Devils most pathetic yet effective demons

I get a reminder text that I have an appointment with her

at least

I think that's what it is because what she sends me is: "🏡⏰12:00 ❔"

With the time typed in the middle like that.

She is, according to her profile, at least 80.

so I reply "😎👍"

and then she sends me a string of GODDAMN POST-MODERN EMOJI HEIROGLYPHICS THAT TAKE UP MY ENTIRE SCREEN.

She's on an iPhone so half of them don't even translate across platforms

It takes me half an hour and three different software programs and goddamn wingdings to translate, but she has sent me the address and rules about masking and not wearing shoes inside.

in emoji

instead of like

literally any other format

I am

FASCINATED

and simply must meet the woman so if I don't come back to update I got stolen by the fairies but I'm taking the Corgi with me as protection so I'll see y'all later.

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hollygenesis · 1 year

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Masquerade of the Red Corgi

#masquerade mask #masquarade #corgisofinstagram #corgi #comicart #original work #original art #original comic #art #artist #artists on tumblr

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cannolicorgi · 2 years

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Northland Bank

Photos are taken via glitch where the area does not have roof collision. Using Venti’s skill on Zhongli’s/Albedo’s can give access beyond the map for photo taking. It is a bit more platforming work to get behind the counter because there is an invisible wall. I brought Xiao, Venti, and Albedo to navigate. Venti proves most helpful to get you higher so you can glide around invisible walls without falling below the “ground”.

#genshin photos #genshin photography #northland bank #liyue #corgi's-photo-tips #I'll go back and tag that xiao mask tip with this if I can find it k?

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shiftythrifting · 2 months

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Thrift finds from the thrift store I work at!

Shifty Ewok who sold before I could get him ):

A dignified Corgi who I was calling Duke before he was bought

Flesh mask!

Bunny faced train

And two lizard owner shirts I was proud to tag and put out!

#shiftythrifting #submission #thrifting #indiana #shirts #star wars #dogs #masks #lizards #robo shitpost shirts

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mrsoharaa · 4 months

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Ꮺ ❥ 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

content warnings: slight blood/wounds, fluff

You had an excruciating, long tiring day of work. Your entire body felt like it was on the verge of violently collapsing from how many hours you were picking up at the hospital, due to the lack of staff and the consistent tirelessness engagement with the patients.

You exhale a protracted exasperated sigh, mangling your keys into the door slot of your apartment. Fumbling a bit with the keyhole, you grumbled out a frustrated grunt- already too exhausted to deal with any small inconveniences that just added to your weighted stress hauling you down.

You roll your heavy eyelids, listening to the harmonious click of your door finally opening. A more relaxed and satisfied breath slips pass your lips.

Prying your door open, you stepped into your dim lit apartment, locked the door behind you and tossed your keys onto the entry table near your door. Hearing nothing but complete, utter silence that scoured through your home.

You cocked a brow in confusion, normally your Welsh Corgi- Cheddar, would be enthusiastically welcoming you home with consistent happy barks and jumping all over your legs with eccentric tail wags the moment the doorknob twists and turns from you arrival from work.

"Cheddar? I'm home!" you call out, hearing nothing but pure, unsettled silence.

A strange, long awkward silence that almost engraved chills down the stride of your stilled body.

You tilt your head a bit, flickering on the hallway light as you made your way through your soundless loft. Searching through each room carefully for your adorable pup.

He couldn't have escaped from the house, you made sure you locked your door. And he surely couldn't climb out a window. His legs were too short and stubby.

So...where was he?

"Cheddar? come here baby! mama's home!" you exclaimed once more, emerging from your quieted bedroom, pacing your way into your lit living room. You skimmed around but still nothing.

"Huh, where the hell is that dog-- woof! woof!" your head immediately spritz around to the sound of your yelping dog, twirling on your feet you gaze down at your barking, fluffy companion "There you are silly! don't do that again! nearly gave mama a heart attack!" you exhaled a burdensome sigh of relieve, watching your small pup continue barking upward, his tail wagging wildly, fangs hardly protracting from his continuous barks.

Your brows knit together confusingly, wondering what it was, he was barking at.

Too focus on your noisy pet, you felt a drop of liquid plop onto your right shoulder. Glimpsing onto your limb, you notice a deep crimson colored dot stain into your teal scrubs.

"What the-- woof! woof!" your dog continues, his tail still wagging side to side in such a ravenous pace. You shush him, feeling another droplet of crimson liquid permeate onto your clothed shoulder. Plucking your finger onto the soften fabric of your work scrub, you leer closer to the familiar, strong scent of iron on the pad of your finger.

"Blood...?" you blinked slowly, gradually lifting your head upward to see a bulked, hovering man wearing a strange red and blue suit clinging onto the ceiling of your apartment.

Nearly jumping backwards onto your heels, you covered your gaping mouth quickly and watched the looming, crouching man stuck on your ceiling waver a finger over his mask.

"Shh, not a word, señora" his voice was deep, smooth-- velvet like, still a bit muffled behind that thin fabric, but still gentle and hoarse. It was almost comforting and reeling.

How did he get up there? How was he clinging to the ceiling the way that he was?

Your body immediately stiffens, watching the man grunt heavily, painfully almost as he tries to crawl his way off from your ceiling. But the moment he inches his way closer towards your open window, he looses his grip amongst the ceiling and clashes brutally down onto your wooden floor. Heaves out another, pitched painful grunt this time. Your widen irises skim directly to where his large hands were strictly pinned, onto his right side.

Notices a tremendous amount of pooling blood seep through the side of his suited body.

"Oh no..." you mumble under your breath, quickly kicking off your feet towards the injured, mysterious costumed man.

Kneeling down before him, you waved out your small hands to aid him, but felt his right hand abruptly clasp onto your wrist. Ceasing you from reaching out towards him, his masked face turning in your direction "I'm fine-" he gruffs with another discomforted groan, his left hand holding onto dear life onto his bleeding out torso "Please, I'm a nurse I can help" you murmur softly, gazing over his strangely suited, yet tremendously built figure.

He blankly stares at you for a long moment, sighing heavily as he carefully lays his wounded, weighted body down onto your harden floor.

୨ ♡ ୧

After a half an hour of patching up the mysterious man's side, you softly glance up from his strange outfit to the fitted mask that shielded his cryptic face. Truly, you were inquisitively curious as to what he looked like beneath that unusual mask, but you avoided to pry. No matter how much it gnawed at your curiosity.

"There, all patched up- at least, momentarily" you weave out a soft breath, finishing up stitching up the long, deepen gash that carved from his stocked torso "Though, I do highly advise that you seek proper medical treatment" you advised, putting away your little emergency stash of stitches and other medical supplies back into your little box you kept beneath your bathroom sink. You watch the man groan lowly, rolling his broaden shoulders as he hisses out a muffled, sustaining grunt. Feels a throbbing ache nag at his freshly inflicted wound "This will do, thank you" He stands up to his feet, takes a step forward only to be pushed back slightly by your giddy, curious dog jumping at the soaring man.

You could see the indent of a crooked brow within his mask glancing down at your dog with such confusion.

Strange.

Cheddar was never really too found of male guests.

So, what was it about this particular man that he liked?

"Odd, Cheddar doesn't really care much for men...but with you..." you tilt your head in curiosity, glimpsing from your surprisingly happy eccentric pup to the towering, strange man still wearing an odd costume.

"Cheddar? you named your dog after a type of cheese?" he tilts his head, watching the playful dog dart off to retrieve a toy, only to plant back down in front of the hovering man with said toy in it's mouth "It's cute! he's cute! it suits him!" you exclaimed, listening to the tall mans sleek voice chuckle in the most subtle, gentle way. Radiates a swarm of butterflies to flutter in the pits of your simulated belly.

"Right, well thank you for your care but I need to get going一" he slightly leans forward to subtly pet the top of Cheddar's head and paces over to your closed window, halts immediately when he see's a violent rush of pivoting rain pour down from the darken, shrouded skies.

Sighs in disbelief and annoyance, slugging his lengthy shoulders from the inconvenience.

"Seems like you can't go anywhere for the time being..." you called out softly, cleaning up the remaining mess of your medical supplies and the stained hand towels that drenched of his oozing blood.

"Stay, I can make you something to eat or...something" you smile, watching his slouching, hefty frame slightly turn back towards your direction "...So you're just willing to offer a random stranger, wearing strange clothing, bleeding out on your floor, and invading your home with a hot meal?" he remarks blandly, questionably, you giggle, shrugging "Why not? I'm a nurse, caring is part of the job...and for what it's worth一 I can cook a mean Lasagna" you brim your gleaming smile towards the conflicted, mysterious man.

He knew he shouldn't.

He shouldn't implore of staying. He was a busy man.

Always on the go.

But there was just something about you, your kind, gentle spirit that radiated such purity and endearment that wooed the stoic, man's soul. Plus...it didn't seem like the horrendous storm outside was stopping any time sooner.

"...I don't want to implore" he mumbles deeply, studying your skipping figure prance into your open kitchen, already preparing for your shared dinner "You're not imploring! plus, you do need to embellish in some nutrients!" you sing happily, playing some background music as your dance your way through your pantry to gather all the ingredients and supplies you needed for your dish.

He couldn't help but lift a wry, small smile beneath his mask.

୨ ♡ ୧

He gazes down at you behind his mask, watches the thin, loose strands of your hair gently fall along your peaceful, slumbering face. Hesitates at first, but carefully brushes the loose strands back upon your head that nestled ever so comfortably amongst his sturdy lap. Studies your beautiful features that leered his attention. The subtlety of your graceful radiance pulling him in.

He shouldn't feel like this.

He hardly knew you.

You were a complete stranger.

And yet...

Such a kind and compassionate soul you were. Caring and tending to his inflicted, open wounds. Cooking him a hot homemade meal and holding light, carefree conversations. Showing him such welcoming hospitality.

And you, don't even know him.

You don't even recognize him from being the infamous Spider-Man that goes around saving people and stopping bad ones from deteriorating the city and causing harm.

Which...he oddly liked about you the most.

Only a few hours of dressing his wounds, initiating small talk and having dinner with you made him feel...things.

Things he knew he shouldn't or...didn't, want to be feeling.

But he couldn't help it.

You were just so intriguing. So open and trusting.

So一 Captivating.

He tucks another loose small strand of hair behind your ear this time, watching the supple plush of your lips pucker with each silent breath you would exhale. Finds himself so gradually infatuated with them.

How full and pretty they looked. How soft and silky- awfully tempting.

He fights back the ascending urge to lean forward and press his lips against yours. To feel the velvety softness of your tender, plump lips against his. To taste the sweetness that lingered on those full, pinkish mounts of flesh permeate onto his prickling skin.

He closes his eyes and exhales heavily, gently holding you in his strong, sculpted arms and carry's you into your bedroom. Gently uses his sleek hips to creak open the door, glancing down at you to make sure you were still sound asleep.

Watches you hurdle closely into his firm chest comfortably, mumbling something softly under your silent breath with a caressing smile.

Nearly trips over his own feet from his distraction of gazing upon you, notices Cheddar prancing up next to him, now jumping onto your queen sized bed.

He grumbles under his breath, a remark of almost tripping himself over something so-- silly.

Silly...yes.

He looks down at you once again, gently nestling you into your bed and waving your soften comforter over your stilled body. Stares down at you for a long moment, watching the pure peace and tranquility dawn all over your delicate, serene face.

He stills himself.

Sighs once again, but more heavily.

"¿Qué haces, idiota?..." he reels back his mask fully from his face, his luminous, cardinal irises gently hovers over you. Giving you a last look over.

Leans in and placidly kisses the corner of your silky lips with his.

Hums deeply from how soft and warm they really were against his.

Wishes he could stay like this for a bit longer.

But he couldn't.

He had priorities to take care of.

He brushes over your head with his right hand softly one last time, gleaming eyes carefully studying your stunning, restful face.

"Thank you for everything, Hermosa..." he murmurs lightly, resurfacing his mask back upon his face, as he stands back onto his feet and waltz towards your bedroom window. Opens it and leaps onto the window seal, crooning his head over his right shoulder to steal one last glimpse at you.

Smiles beneath his mask, jumps off from your window seal, closes your window and swings off into the lightly sprinkling night.

Keeping the vivid image of your beautiful face embedded deeply into the back of his mind.

Hoping, to run into you again soon.

#I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS ONE #OMFG #miggyyy! 🥺💕#miguel o'hara x reader #atsv

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t34-mt · 1 year

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minimum wage worker in sat'thuckthuck

I don't think I could find an in-world name i can write down since they use chirping and various sounds and their crest to communicate. So ill call them pilots, referring to how they can pilot diesel mechas and other machines.

I think of sat'thuckthuck being stupidly industrialized, with a dieselpunk feel. the surface of the moon is harshly cold for most of the year so pilots have underground shelters. Unfortunately, people with no family, that have a shit job or other circumstances might stay on the surface inside of a mecha for the entire winter. Living inside a mecha is not luxurious, there isn't much place and that space they have might vary on the mecha model.

So this moon is in high contrast with altuyur's non-industrial world, without borders or really any money system that has a prehistory/middle age (north Africa) feel to it. It is quite silly that quadrupedal 8-limbed space corgis have more advanced technology and stuff that looks like what we humans have than the more humanoid bird/dinosaur thing that kyhuines and maanuls are. But I like it that's what i want

about the drawing, id imagine this worker operating something close to a crane or just anything harvesting minerals since i also imagine the place they're in to be a mine. They're wearing gas masks on the face because their workplace isn't filtered correctly, and the mineral harvesting outside can release toxic gas.

each line in the red area are like nostrils, they inhale from there and exhale from that stomach nostril. Animals of altuyur have single pair of nostrils which is usually on their chest, while animals of sat'thuckthuck have head nostrils to get the air in and stomach one to get it out.

also if the hand is different from last pilot drawing its cause I'm still figuring out which type of hand ill like better and i think i like the one from previous drawing move honestly.

#pilot #sat'tchuckthuck #speculative zoology #xenobiology #xenofiction #2023 #my art #ms paint #partly #then i went to kitra #then back to paint lol #digital art #artist on tumblr #txt

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sirfrogsworth · 1 year

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Actually, I might have too many reasons.

I'm afraid it has been a really difficult few years for me and my family.

Our beloved corgi, Otis, developed a terrible condition (degenerative myelopathy) that made him lose the function of his back legs. Once his quality of life diminished passed the point where he could no longer experience joy as a dog and only had hardship and suffering to look forward to, we had to put him to sleep.

In February, despite taking painstaking measures to stay safe, my entire family contracted COVID and I also developed a kidney stone at the same time. Unfortunately, my mother was on medication that made her immune system pretty much useless. She died a horribly lonely death in the ICU. The last time I got to speak to her was over the telephone, with a nurse holding the phone up to her face. She was confused and scared and could not breathe despite being on two different breathing aids. All she could do was ask if my dad and I were okay. She was more worried about us than herself. Then they had to put her mask back on and she kept trying to talk even though I couldn't understand her. All I could hear was the fear in her voice. I tried to tell her how much I loved her one last time, but I have no idea if she could hear me.

She lost consciousness soon after and never woke up. Eventually her heart gave up and she passed. I only got to see her once briefly through a glass door. Her body was still alive, but she was already gone at that point. Just an unconscious vessel attached to machines.

My father has kidney failure and heart failure. He is being kept alive by dialysis 3 times per week. He hates going and it wipes him out every time. We hope he has a year or two left, but it's impossible to know for sure.

I am his caretaker even though I am also disabled with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Narcolepsy. I do my best to make sure his needs are met. My brother has been almost no help at all. A few friends and my aunt come by every once in a while to help with chores, but it's pretty much just me alone taking care of the both of us.

I have no idea where I am going to live if my dad passes away. I have no plan. I have no energy to make a plan. And that fear makes it hard to sleep many nights.

Then I was having these horrible stomach issues and lost nearly 30 pounds (in a bad way). The discomfort got so bad at one point I became suicidal. My dad feared for my life and so he called the police and EMTs. They admitted me into the hospital. After 2 days in the ER, being stuck in a small room because they had no other place to put me during COVID, I was finally admitted to a psychiatric ward for observation. Weirdly my stomach issues started improving and my suicidal thoughts passed.

I'm honestly not sure if I would have taken my own life if I had not been admitted. But I will say those two days in a tiny ER room did not do much to improve my mental health. It is sad that in this country with all its resources, there is no such thing as urgent mental healthcare. They just stick you in a room and make sure you can't hurt yourself as you wait in line to get the actual help you need.

Thankfully I was able to adjust some medication I was taking and resolve my stomach issues. That seemed to relieve me of my dangerous thoughts and I have been okay in that regard ever since.

My dad had a serious infection in July that placed him in the hospital. He lost the ability to walk, his heart stopped briefly, and he started having horrible hallucinations. At one point I wasn't sure if he would ever return to reality. Nothing he said made any sense. Thankfully once they treated the infection and he got decent sleep he returned to lucidity. But he had to go through brutal rehab in order to walk again (with a walker and only short distances).

He was in hospital and rehab for over a month. After what happened to my mom, I promised myself that my dad would not be alone in the hospital. So, no matter how bad I physically felt, I pushed myself to visit him and be at his bedside every day and all day until they kicked me out. It was grueling for both of us, but I don't know if he would have recovered if I hadn't been there. Partly because I kept his spirits up, but also because I was able to get him better care as an advocate. I had to push to make sure he got the tests and medication he needed and saw the doctors that could help him. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done.

The only bright side of his hospital stay is that we rediscovered our love for St. Louis Cardinals baseball. We bonded over it and ended up watching every game. We were very sad when they were quickly eliminated in the first round of the playoffs. But it was a magical season as two fan-favorite players were playing their final season and they had amazing and emotional sendoffs. (Albert Pujols and Yadier Molina) It is my hope that my dad has at least one more baseball season left in him.

My health took a serious downturn earlier this year. It happened on the very same day that my best friend Katrina came to visit from Florida. I got so sick I could barely appreciate her presence when she was here. I had been looking forward to seeing her for a very long time and my stupid chronic illness ruined it. I was counting on that visit to give me a mental health boost.

I recovered a few weeks later, but my health has never been the same. I had to adjust to a new normal and adapt and find ways to take care of my father despite being further impaired.

I also lost my last creative outlet--writing. I enjoy researching and writing long and humorous political essays, but since my health declined further, I have not been able to write like that ever since. I'm really hoping I can regain that ability, but I'm unsure if that will happen.

One of my best friends is trans and I have many trans friends and followers and I am just really scared for them right now. The laws that are being proposed and passed are unjust and cruel. I have never witnessed such an effective campaign of hatred in my lifetime. I mean, I know there has always been hatred of the marginalized in every era of modern human existence, but this seems to go beyond just the conservative hate-mongers. It is not couched in subtext and dog whistles. It is overt and very "out loud." And I'm seeing people who claim to be progressive join in this hatred.

They are suddenly super worried about sports they never used to pay attention to. They think bathrooms are suddenly dens of danger despite trans people existing long before this concentrated hate became popular and bathrooms being perfectly safe beforehand. And now people believe that helping trans kids with proper healthcare is akin to child abuse. They think accepting trans kids is "grooming."

I see Twitter and Reddit threads filled with transphobia and it often brings me to tears to see people openly and comfortably hate the people I love so much. They hate people who have no tangible effect on their lives. People who just want to exist and be respected.

I just don't know how people can hate my friends so much without even knowing them.

Also, I'm just... really really lonely. All the time. It feels like a constant punch in the gut. I miss seeing and hugging my friends. I miss romantic companionship. And I've got a 20+ year streak of being sexually frustrated and am completely unsure how in the world to address that.

And finally, I decided to watch The Handmaid's Tale which is just full of rape and sadness. I figured I'm already horribly depressed, so a show probably isn't going to do much more damage. But it is still a tough watch.

That's the major headlines of my depression.

I'm just trying to survive and find little ways to cope. Mostly I am leaning on my support system and amazing best friends to keep me propped up and functioning.

Best I can do right now.

#trigger warning #depression #sad things #transphobia #rape mention

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smolskk · 1 year

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hello!! i hope you're having a good day! i would like to request: chuuya taking care of corgis - kinda like that scene in bsd wan where he wants dogs but he finds dazai with a mask on instead but this time he actually finds dogs

please take creative liberty!! your other dog post was so cute so i just wanna see chuuya and dogs - thank you very much!!!!

my first time drawing corgis I hope they look decent-

thank you so much for the request, I maaay have enjoyed drawing cute chuuya with cute animals too much (I wasn't ever planning on using my real art style on this account but well I guess you never know)!!

hope you like it! (dazai sure did not he totally did)

thank you so much for the support <3

have a wonderful day!

#bsd #bsd art #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #smol soukoku #skk #soukoku #ask smol skk #ask

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iamafanofcartoons · 2 years

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100+ REASONS TO WATCH AND ENJOY RWBY

Let’s put this as simply as we can.

Now, I understand you’ll need further reasons to look into the show that was created by Monty Oum, Miles Luna, and Kerry Shawcross.

SO! Here is 100+ Reasons to give RWBY a shot, plus a resource list link at the end. ENJOY!

1) Sci-fi/fantasy show that balances the two aspects very well 2) Endearing characters 3) Deep underlying messages about the importance of human connection 4) Constantly improves on itself 5) Writers actually try to listen to what the fandom wants 6) Creative setting 7) Actually handles difficult topics, like communication, privilege, and the cycle of abuse in a way that is sensitive to the audience 8) Ending is already set, meaning the show is not at risk of selling out to corporate overlords 9) God-tier foreshadowing 10) Top notch fight choreography 11) EVERYTHING IS A GUN 12) RWBY unambiguously avoids Depraved Homosexual tropes - no evil LGBT characters

13) No surprise plot twists for the sake of shock value 14) The soundtrack Not only does it slap, bits of lore and characterization can be found in the series music 15) Character design 16) Symbolism and metaphors and hidden meanings abound Can make for an enriching experience if you have knowledge about color theory and fairy tales and historical/mythological figures 17) Nuanced portrayal of morality between heroes, villains, and those who are neither 18) Layered writing where not everything, especially conflict, is clear-cut and easily resolved 19) Portrays trauma without over-dramatization 20) Production values improve with each volume 21) Hopepunk 22) Female-Centric main cast All the “Fix-it” fanfics and “Rewrites” involve Male-Centric Casts and/or taking time away from female main casts to focus on male characters, especially male side characters. 23) No surprise plot twists for the sake of shock value meets Thanos snap. 24) Good bits of humor sprinkled throughout without being overbearing 25) A few villians that while irredeemable, are interesting to watch in how they act. 26) Masterpiece of a comedy spinoff 27) You can legally watch the show for free 28) Subverts narrative tropes common to both "western" hero stories and anime 29) Gender dynamics and expectations are well-balanced Gender tropes subverted, and addressed directly at times 30) Comfortably addresses class warfare, alcoholism, and other "mature" topics in approachable ways 31) Corgi 32) Combat Skirt 33) Women get to have pockets and pouches... 34) Women not requiring a man to save them 35) Large number of POC portrayed positively 36) LGBT are neither creeps nor villains, instead the straight people are. 37) POC are neither creeps nor villains as a majority...instead the white people are. 38) The “White Male Savior” with the mask, trenchcoat, and katana is the villain, while the underdog protector of the lower-income is a POC woman who may or may not be lesbian. 39) Meaningful facial expressions (that is, the animators spend time creating mood and reaction to elevate the storytelling) 40) Main antagonist is a woman, as are several of the other antagonists and they are NOT ditzes or idiots, nor are they fanservice. 41) The women are as intelligent as the men, where most anime try to have men be superior than women for the sake of shounen, the women are equal to men in screentime, plot relevance, intelligence, strength, personality, etc....though RWBY tries to have the women take precedence. 42) Men are support characters with their powers, while Women have more protagonist superpowers. 43) Positive half-sibling and stepmother representation 44) Positive honorary family member representation 45) Gay shipping and Lesbian shipping is encouraged by the writers and voice actors/actresses 46) The Main female protagonist's blood-based superpower is not broken or OP and has limits. 47) Well-executed humor (usually, ha). Basically trying NOT to make it fanservice or toilet humor or cringe. 48) Creators at least try to fix its less than stellar/problematic parts, which is more that I can say than the majority of entertainment. 49) Female characters are complex and interesting, also for the most part don’t woobified female villains. 50) Terrifying Villains and Monsters There is a difference. V1-V3 involved Monsters , V4-V8 involved Villains. 51) Every Character is based on a fairy tale/myth/legend/story and looking for those breadcrumbs just adds to the show 52) Already said, but emphasizing the fight choreography and the soundtrack. If you love over-the-top video game style fights this is for you. If you love epic metal playing over those fights this is for you. 53) Plays with tropes and story telling norms to subvert expectations in the best way 54) Not afraid to have tonal shifts to tell the story they want to tell 55) Not afraid to have the heroes lose sometimes 56) And plot points have consequences!!! None of this "bad thing happens and 1 episode later the status quo is restored" 57) Emphasizing foreshadowing again. Things that happened in season 8 were foreshadowed as far back as season 2. 58) The main characters are proactive. None of this waiting around for them to get up the courage to do something about the bad guys. Don't give me the “manor tea” stuff, they were trying to recover, Ironwood had it out for them and would have shot them for helping while refusing to obey him. 59) The Main characters are smart. They notice things (and come up with really cool strategies) 60) At least one villain does NOT underestimate the main characters 61) Everyone doesn't let characters use false justification for their actions regardless who it is! Everyone gets a consequence that fits! 62) Soundtrack is LIT 63) Gay Gay Homosexual Gay 64) Because I'm still on this, two autistic-coded main characters whose traits aid in their heroism! Ruby and Penny...possibly Marrow Amin 65) Kdin Jenzen, a Transgender VA, plays May Marigold, a transgender heroic side character who does not get killed off. 66) Chaotic teens saving the world with the power of stubborn optimism 67) Opposites Attract Tropes 68) Goth Uncle 69) Goth Milf 70) Himbo Dad 71) Non-sexualized Catgirl 72) Cat Cougar Milf with Tea Tray defeats Bat Assassin 73) Panther Dilf 74) Blonde Brawler Female who is also smart and can work mechanics 75) Female protag uses scythe and cape/cloak 76) It Portrays several different types of abuse ranging from romantic relationships to familial abuse along with accurately portraying them 77) Shows how harmful Alcoholism is 78) When/If a a character dies, it’s for a reason and isn’t for shock value Penny cheated death once...she would not cheat death again. Ozpin's immortality is a curse, and he is truly dead, a ghost. 79) One of the the main-main characters is disabled and isn’t treated as/seen as lesser 80) Male/Female friendships are a thing and abundant Normally if a man and a woman engage, its shipping, not friendships. But with Naruto and Sakura we have friendship. With Ichigo and Rukia its friendship....now that is abundant friendship in RWBY. 81) LGBT Voice Actresses Voice LGBT Characters. Kdin Jenzen is Transgender, Arryn Zech is Bisexual, and so are their characters. 82) All Romantic relationships, heterosexual or not, are given attention and emphasis on their interpersonal relationships 83) Balances tragedy and comedy, there are SEVERAL episodes where you both end up laughing your ass off and crying 84) Never goes all out depressing, the message is clear, it takes it to heart, and it shouts it for all to hear. Sometimes bad things happen. But you have to keep moving forward. 85) Has a variety of characters, each with their own themes/allusions (e.g. Ruby = Red Riding Hood, Team RWBY = Fairy Tale Characters, Team JNPR = Crossdressing Historic Heroes) 86) Amazing Music that builds on the characters' motives 87) You won't suffer vision problems after watching an entire cast that's blindingly white (shounen anime in general) 88) Gay doesn't suddenly die to leave heartbroken love interest Straight and angstily going back to the white guy who killed Gay out of possessive jealousy, which is super romantic. 89) Partners of dead Gays, should a Gay die, will not obligatorily be paired with someone str8 90) Character designs reference various fairy tales and stories, so you can get things like Mulan and Thor being a childhood friends romance, Beast and Beauty being one and the same and in love with Goldilocks, and Red Riding Hood maiming Cinderella, who is evil. 91) Everyone; good, bad, and the minor characters...are all hot. 92) You WILL get attached both to the good and bad characters. 93) All characters have very unique designs that fit their personalities and fighting styles. 94) Emotional/Physical Abusers get killed AFTER being humiliated 95) The Entire Show is full of metaphors and symbolism. The backgrounds, character clothing, the weapons they use... it's fun to analyze! 96) Stresses the importance of just being a nice person above all other stereotypical morally gray anime tropes 97) The people who work the the show. Seriously not just the main people; I'm talking about all the unsung heroes who do amazing background and scenery to sound design, etc. RWBY has some of the nicest, most hard working, and supportive crews I've seen. And considering the amount of harassment the anti-fandom can throw at them, they take and handle it so remarkably well. 98) Every character looks amazing from main to one-off. How their outfits convey who they are so well and sometimes subtlety. Also how the creators and character designers make it so cosplayers can have pockets on their outfits. 99) No stupid twists for shock value, the twists that do happen are foreseeable but executed in a way that is still shocking. 100) Enjoyable Comedic Spin-off far better written than Teen Titans Go. 101) Awesome weapon concepts 102) Awesome growth of story, plot, and transition of it. 103) People hate it when you have fun watching RWBY....is that not enough?

Need to come up with a list of good youtube channels next.

#RWBY #rooster teeth #monty oum #rwby fandom #rwby community #ruby rwby #weiss rwby #blake rwby #yang rwby #bumbleby #rwby analysis #rwby discussion #rwby meta #rwby fans #rwby positivity #rwby is enjoyable #rwby is a good show #iamafanofcartoons

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feralshadowdemon · 3 months

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HELLO.

FIVE SHIPS AND SENTENCES FOR THE YOU

ranpoe + "have you seen him around?"

fyolai + "look at this!!"

nikonathan + "this is the least of our worries"

shibuvan + "can we keep it?"

fukurotsu + "shall we spar?"

"Have you seen him around?" Ranpo poked the paper with a picture of Karl on it, groaning when the person shook their head. Poe was sitting hunched over on a bench, face buried in his hands. Ranpo walked over to him, sitting down next to him and patting him on the back. "Hey, Ed, I'm sure we'll find Karl, okay?" "I should've kept an eye on him.." Poe mumbled to himself, grabbing a tuft of his hair in his hand. Ranpo just wrapped an arm around him, whistling a little. Safe to say, he did not predict Karl suddenly scurrying out from under the bench. What a professional hider.

"Dostoy!" Nikolai grinned. "Look at this!!" Fyodor looked over, pausing. "...What is that." "Porcupine!" Nikolai twirled around a little, holding it up higher. "Where'd you get the porcupine." Fyodor slowly got up. "The neighbors."

"This," Nathaniel gestured to the crash car. "Is the least of our worries. That's what you just said to me." "Mhm!" Nikolai nodded, grinning. "So what's the primary worry?" Nathaniel huffed at the jester, crossing his arms. "The cops." "The cops?" He raised an eyebrow at the response. Nikolai snickered. "Yeah! That car's stolen, Nathan."

"Can we keep it?" Ivan looked at Shibusawa with big eyes, similar to that of a puppy, you'd think. "Please? Pretty please?" Ivan, had just returned home from work. He worked at an animal shelter, so it wasn't uncommon for him to ask Shibusawa if they could get a pet from it. However, he did not expect Ivan to bring a pet home, specifically a little corgi who's tail was wagging so fast half of its body was practically wagging alongside it. Shibusawa stared at the pup, then at Ivan, then at the pup. He sighed. "What's its name, Ivan?" "Oh!! Oh I'm so glad you asked, its name is Vera and-" Fine, they could have a new family member. Just this once.

"Shall we spar?" Fukuzawa unsheathed his sword, raising an eyebrow. Ranpo bit a piece of pocky in half, offering some extra to Gin who was sitting next to him, and they took it. They pulled their mask down slightly to nibble at it, before focusing back on the two who were fighting. Hirotsu slowly picked up the sword Fukuzawa had laid infront of him, getting into position. When Ranpo bit into the other half of the pocky stick, their swords clashed.

#click the keep reading to see the other 3 DNJHABDSJBF #thank u for all the ships <333 #shibuvan #fukurotsu #ranpoe #fyolai #nikonathan #< mainly for my own personal navigation .#bsd #ask game #lou *throws you a breadcrumb*#cant believe u made me write fyolai #um./ i didnt have many ideas for them tbh

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thetravelingtyper · 6 months

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a supreme love (Spitfire! GN! Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

The team enjoys some late-night baking, and fluff ensues...

Deeply inspired by Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier!

Warnings: None :D

Parts 1-4 here

“I came in from the outside

Burnt out from the joy ride

She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway

Played from the bedside

Is "Stella By Starlight"

"That Was My Heart"...

The drums that start off "Night And Day"

Hozier’s voice slipped into the air full and sweet. The base was quiet in the morning as your discarded phone scattered reflected light. Cookies baked in the meticulously cleaned oven and you swayed under warm lights. The holidays had passed easily, and for the first time in the year, you and the rest of the 141 were home for uninterrupted months. There was other work to be done, assessments, training, and assorted intelligence updates. But no killing, no smoke, and no blood. You close a drawer with your hip and grimace. Well, some blood.

A flash in the hall and you flip around spinning under engulfing arms. There is a deep grunt and your surprise greeter is on the ground under your knees in an instant.

“Sweet Jesus” Soap grunts, face pressed into the tile. You huff a laugh and easily pull him up. He then spins on you and lifts you by your hips. His strong arms sweep you up with a startled laugh that jumps out into the calm night. A light turns on down the hall as he spins you around, you have to duck your head to avoid hitting a hanging light as he sways you then in a dance.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

The song continues as a shadow stalks silently into the hallway, form lithe and ready to fight. Simon reaches the arch into the kitchen and the sight makes him pause. Your head is knocked back in light and soft laughter, his wedding ring hanging simply on your tanktop as you’re spun like a top by an equally giggly Scotsman. Soap has a deep love in his eyes and a loopy grin on his lips. He then catches Simon watching and sends a wink, Simon glares under his mask, the balaclava crumped with haste.

Johnny lowers you to the floor, and you, a little dizzy, wrap your arms around his neck. You both stood eye to eye easily and you pressed a fond kiss to his cheek. The Scot had been Simon’s best man and your adoptive brother for these few long years. He spins you and dips you as Simon finally enters.

The song repeats, it appeared multiple times in this baking playlist, and in the early wee hours of the morning, Fate played her fond strings for the forest god.

“"The Very Thought Of You" and "Am I Blue"?

"A Love Supreme" seems far removed

"I Get Along Without You Very Well," some other nights

The radio news reader chimes

Reporting "Russian Lullabies"

She'll turn to me awake and ask, Is everything "Alright"

As you dip you catch Simon's eyes and he pauses, Soap holds you a moment and pulls you back up to his chest in a bear hug as the timer goes off. Simon’s heart swells with the smell of cookies, the comfort of his teammate, and the love of his partner. He signs and the balaclava slips off. Scars reflect in the light as he shifts. He gives Soap his moment as he performs the proper military husband duty.

Simon pulls out a ridiculous corgi oven glove and pulls your famous cookies out of the oven. The smell immediately bounds out of the confines of the kitchen and another light turns on the other end of the hall. You all hear footsteps and you laugh into Soap’s chest as Simon sets the trays down on the over to set.

Kyle enters in workout gear and looks around.

“Double Chocolate Chunk?”

Your voice is muffled against Soap’s chest, your reply is lost to the comfort of familiarity, your heart warm and fuzzy. Simon decides that your sleepy mumbles mean time is up and Soap whines as you are pulled from him into sleeveless arms. Your husband wore one of your largest shirts. It was over-sized to make you feel small and fun but it fit him perfectly. A rumble of satisfaction left him as he saw you realize this. Your hands pull into yourself and you tuck into him effortlessly.

Price enters, his kids debating.

“No, Hozier means Double Chocolate with homemade Sea Salt Caramel.”

Simon hums in confirmation, and a hand reaches for a hot cookie. Soap shoves it into his mouth and gives a sinful moan, your head shoots up in disgust.

“Keep it in your pants, Johnny.”

Gaz snorts and pulls the parchment paper off the pan and onto a cooling rack.

“It helps the cookies set better” Gaz mutters as you speak aloud from Simon’s chest.

“We know Kid.”

Price grabs a slightly cooler cookie and slides out of the room, dad tax paid and accepted. Gaz follows suit, wrapping three deluxe cookies in a paper towel and following his Captain.

Soap slightly scalded on the tongue mumbles a goodnight and pecks your cheek before Simon lightly shoves his face away.

“Night Spitz, L.T.”

“Night Soapy.

“Go to bed, Johnny.”

“Aye.”

The lights in the hallway shut off leaving the kitchen alone under one lonely bulb. Hozier sweetens the moment, fate singing her due.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

The song softens into silence as you call for your phone to pause the music. You give a yawn, stepping back to stretch. Simon’s arms loosen but linger at your waist as his face firmly regards you. You make to pull away to clean but he holds you in place. His eyes smolder in the low-lit silence, not a soul aware but you two in the center of this peaceful universe. Your eyes question him with a smile as you raise a brow, grin spreading, but his mouth remains a solid pondering line.

You stand a moment, the cookies cooling now, and you run a hand to his cheek. He leans into it, a solid wraith materialized with love and your heart melts at the movement. He seeks your warmth like a moth. You run your other hand down his stubbled chin to the base of his neck. Your wedding band sat silver on top of your shirt. Your love swelled and his eyes closed and his head dipped onto yours. You stood vigil with his heart as the night melted away with warm chocolate and caramel.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

#ghost x reader #cod mw2 2022 #gender neutral reader #fanfiction #simon riley x reader #spitfire universe #cod mw2 2022 fanfic #captain price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #Price as team dad #simon riley fluff #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley

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corgifruityart · 2 months

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i caved in, meet cordelia! 🐶🦋 more stuff about her under the cut! <3

cordelia. 12 years old corrie/ della a small child who lives on rosa isabelle street before the puppet frenzy/ disease. was left alone when the frenzy collided and has been surviving on the street ever since.

wears a corgi mask to protect herself and so other stalkers can recognise her and hopefully take her in. wields a broken puppet arm before she gets taken to the hotel.

gets attacked by a couple of puppets one evening in a try to seek shelter somewhere else on the street, and eventually bumps into pinocchio who, she thinks, is about to kill her too. but no, he's just here to take the frenzied puppets out. the young adult is nearly knocked out by the child but managed to stop her in a moment of struggle of raising her weapon.

pinocchio brings the child back to the hotel as she needs actual treatment for her wounds and new clothes, besides some human contact from being so alone. eventually starts treating her like a little sister, and cordelia treats pino as an older brother. of course does pino feel like he isnt worthy of this title due to his 'humanity' not being fully there, but he somehow has the sparks and kick-ins of taking care of the smaller one due to all interactions with the hotel cat, spring. its a bit awkward at first, but eventually he grows a stronger connection to the kid and is willing to protect her at all cost.

sophia, antonia and eugénie helps picking out clothes and washing up. belle helps out with cutting her hair to a fresh hairstyle instead of the long, shaggy one. corrie is also extremely fond and amazed over the fact that sophia has blue hair, and so she wants that too!

venigni becomes the top hat uncle, and whos to complain about that! the italian wears it with a huge pride and likes to tease others who doesnt have such a label to themselves.

pino gifting her her very first, actual weapon; a greatsword. geppetto panics at this but the child is very much excited about all of this, despite not being able to lift it. the boy however gives her a wintry rapier's blade in the end.

enjoys braiding pino's long hair as it brings her comfort, and while pinocchio has no idea whats happening, hes actually enjoying it.

my love for corgis is bigger than my heart so OF COURSE i needed her stalker fit to be one. they gained popularity in the early 1920s and its around that time the game takes place. I WILL SQUEEZE MY INTERESTS TOGETHER !!!!!!

#corgart #lies of p #lies of p oc #this game have taken over my life and so i needed to make an oc #shes already so dear to me. i know its not much but guhhhhh shes my baby

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