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thatlioninthecorner · 2 years

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Hey, look at that, I’m not dead! This is the rest of the Inktober 2021 prompts that I finally finished and what better time to post them exactly a year later 🙃

I lost all motivation to finish anything last year sooooo yeah. I wanted to post this just cuz I felt bad about not finishing the rest of it lol. Better late than never I guess.

With that said, I’m not going to do Inktober this year as I’ve started college now and am busy with schoolwork 😭 But I do want to try posting more of my other artwork.

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yourlocalabomination · 6 months

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Time bastard, You got some place else to be?

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crispycreambacon · 27 days

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Watcherinas. Is this anything.

#new world record for the quickest shitpost ever made: 6 minutes #if this post becomes my most popular out of the watcher posts I make I'm gonna LAUGH #<- apollo's dodgeball please please please please plea-#boop #april fools #april fool's day #watcher #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #too many spirits #shitpost #chris p fried doo doo

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kaltacore · 10 months

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the way cole makes varric conflicted is so delicious i think. most of the characters are uncomfortable around him because they're genuinely terrified of demons and the fade and magic in general but varric is a completely different case. the thing is, he doesn't see cole as a demon at all because he doesn't want to.

he acts like he doesn't care about this stuff. that's a little weird kiddo around here and he wants to befriend him. teach him something even. why not. that's a little guy who's a little too good with knives and can't pick up a single social clue at the same time.

but there it is. the "he could have been a person" line if cole is made more spirit. varric is so upset about it because it's not like he saw cole as, well, a spirit who got a little too human. for varric, he was a human first, a weird kid second. the spirit part didn't even come into consideration because. well. it would make him question things. you know where it goes.

every time he starts bitching about anders he brings up justice. justice drove him mad. justice took over him. justice this, justice that. justice is a scapegoat because the thought that someone varric was friends with was actually willing to blow up the chantry and it wasn't just some evil demon's wish is a very unsettling one. varric's friends may be crazy but they're cool and make no irreversible life decisions of that extent, don't they? blondie turned out this way because he let a demon possess him and make him do terrible things. completely out of the blue.

it's either varric's ex-friend has never been driven crazy by some inherently evil entity and there was a whole other person around him all along and that anger he used to mock was coming from the same place as compassion's urge to become a killer or that little weird but kind kid he started to care about has never been and will never be a real kid. he can't have both. a bitter pill to swallow for someone who has never picked a side in his life

#got a lot of cole thoughts yesterday. can't help myself #anyway. varric really must have not just apostate issues but also spirit issues now. a whole existential crisis #i mean. yeah. he was backstabbed (from his perspective) by his apostate buddies twice #but he also almost adopted a spirit guy. and before that he never took another one seriously for 6 years up until he and his host teamed up #and set varric's favourite city on fire. well i guess he has some mental gymnastics to do from time to time now #because cole is nice. he also kills people but who doesn't these days. also these people are bad so it's fine.#he wouldn't blow up a building for a greater goal or something. or would he if he becomes a spirit again #or maybe it's not about spirits and humans at all. i guess varric would rather not. find this out.#ofc his problem with anders is understandable on a character level and it's not only about justice. but he brings him up. well. a lot #and he never was interested in justice as a separate person. he was like. an evil unhinged anders for him. and then cole happened. and. yk #cole #varric tethras #dragon age

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theboxfort · 4 months

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Object OCs inspired by Thai culture!

Explanation for each of them below!

From left to right, top to bottom, we'll start with Phuang Malai, also known as Malai! These are floral garland often given to people as a show of respect, gratitude, luck, importance, etc etc, but they can also be used as decorations

They can come in many different shapes and sizes, all for different purposes! Some are worn on the neck, some on the wrist, others are not worn at all. Traditionally, they're made with fresh flower, but nowadays, you can find ones made of plastic flowers or any other material

Next, Triangle Pillow, also known as Thai pillows, are very firm and. Y'know. Triangular pillows. They can come alone as just a pillow, or as a foldable pillow + mattress combo!

These can be used in many ways, as a head cushion, as a seat, or as a bed if it's long enough. It is said to help a lot with relieving back pain. I believe it originated from Northern Thailand? I mean the patterns and some of my research seems to say so

Next, the Chula Kite! Not much to say here aside from that fact that it's one of the many kite shapes we have here

Fun fact: Chula is also seen in the Thai alphabet! (All Thai consonants are associated with a specific word)

Pla Tapien, literally means "barb (the fish)" because it's based on one. These are traditionally made via woven palm leaves, but modern ones can be made using paper or some other material as well

Next, we have Fire Pots! Admittedly, these are more of a Chinese thing than a Thai thing, but we were HEAVILY influenced by Chinese culture (and Indian culture). These pots have a hole at the bottom for putting a candle in, which is used to keep the food heated for longer periods of time

And finally, Lotus Pot!

Originally, I wanted to use the traditional dragon jar (shown below), since it's the symbol of Ratchaburi (my dad's hometown), but the design got too busy, so I settled with a more generic pattern

Fun fact: This thing was the very reason I started this whole thing

#object show community #osc #object oc #object ocs #pinks ocs #pink draws #malai (object oc)#pillow (object oc)#chula (object oc)#pla tapien (object oc)#fire pot (object oc)#lotus pot (object oc)#additional fact: i wanted to add a spirit house too but i got too lazy and 6 is already a lot for one day

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shittywriterbrain · 4 months

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i love watching ofmd over and over again because every two minutes i'll hear a line and be like ohhh that's where that thing i say every day is from

#seriously when something pops into my brain ill just assume its from ofmd #i once took an entire day to figure out that “hello? anybody home?” in the funniest german sounding accent was actually from ofmd ep 6 #yk when the dutch come onto the revenge #but sometimes its from j&w or good omens and the thing is most of the things i quote are from bertie azi or stede #who all talk very similarly #anyway. trying to figure out where “thats the spirit” in a very particular voice is from its been on my mind for two days #probably ofmd until proven otherwise #our flag means death #ofmd #NOOO NOOO I HAVE IT ITS YONDERLAND JESUS CHRIST #that took me way too long #dont know what exact scene or character tbh but i know its mat #good lord #(its from the very first episode i think. i found it in one of my edits. and its elf in debbies flat)

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formulaforza · 1 year

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puppy-- m.schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 680

“Oh, look at this one!” You grinned at your phone screen, turning it to show Mick, grinning at him. On the screen, a picture of a puppy that was up for adoption at your local shelter. You’d been looking, trying to convince Mick that the two of you needed to get a dog together, to get Angie a playmate, for months now. He’s completely against it, but, you know he’s wrapped around your finger. It’s only a matter of time before you break him.

He doesn’t even look at the screen, dramatically covers it and turns it back to you. “We are not getting another dog.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Angie needs a sibling.” You say, and the dog’s ears perk up from the end of the couch at her name. “She told me.”

He laughs, cocks his head to the side. “Did she, now?”

You cross you arms over your chest, reaffirm your statement with confidence. “She did.” He nods, pets her. “When you were in the shower earlier.” You say, return your attention to the website, try to find a dog he’ll think it cuter, one he won’t be able to resist.

“Oh, well if Angie told you.”

You head shoots up from the screen to him. “Really?”

He smiles like he’s going to say yes, even nods, but then his face drops. “No.”

You roll your eyes, and he chuckles. “Fine.”

You trick him into just looking a few weeks later. Run errands with me, please, you asked him that morning, and he agreed, figured he be spending the day twiddling his thumbs and walking the line of honesty and cruelty while sitting in the boyfriend chairs at your favorite stores. Maybe, he thought, if he was really lucky, you’d take him to the grocery store and he’d get to have a say in the snacks in the house this week.

“We have to stop at the pet store,” You told him. “Ange needs more food.” You’d seen on the shelter’s social media page that they were hosting an event at the pet store in hopes of getting some of their dogs and cats adopted this weekend. Mick, was clueless, didn’t even notice the sign at the front of the building, didn’t put the pieces together until he heard the little yelps of puppies and was being dragged to the play pens by you.

“I just want to look.” You said, knew there was no way you weren’t leaving the store without one of these sweet dogs. There’s no such thing as just looking, it’s a ponzy scheme created to manipulate your partner into falling in love with an animal, and it works every time.

It’s not ten minutes later and Mick is in love with a puppy–a golden retriever mixed with a super mutt, probably. Very fitting, very cute. “We’re just looking.” He says when he catches you smiling, giddy, because you’re looking at your new dog. You nod, pretend, just like he does, that you don’t know the truth.

A couple hundred dollars worth of toys and food and a collar and a bed and all the other necessities–luxuries–a new puppy needs are being purchased by the end of the hour, along with the little golden puppy. “I think we should name him Gary.” You say, holding the dog, kissing his little nose. “Gary and Angie.”

“Absolutely not.” He says, takes the receipt from the cashier and sticks it in one of the many bags. “We are not naming our dog Gary.”

“Do you hear that Gary?” You say, voice half and octave higher, baby talking the dog. “Dad doesn’t like your name.”

“Your name isn’t Gary, Gary.” He tells the dog.

“But he just called you that, didn’t he?” You giggle, follow behind Mick to the car and half-ass helping him put the bags in the car because Gary is already falling asleep in your arms and you don’t dare wake him.

“I’m never just looking at anything with you, ever again.” He says in the car.

“I think we should just look at engagement rings.”

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher blurb #mick schumacher fic #ms47 #f1 #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 blurb #as a treat #for spirit #as a treat for me not studying #mack's 10 days of fluff #day 6

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fauvester · 11 months

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Not sure if you meant for the questions to be askes BUT 9 for like iskra or something would be interesting since there is a mix of human and cardassian culture, does julian celebrate any terran holidays with them?

omg I wish I was a better worldbuilder, people come up with so many fun fake little holidays. Thanks to that one throwaway line in ST:D I've unilaterally decided that Cardassian culture is very food-centric, so you know baby Iskra got taken to lots of street food festivals celebrating military victories and elections..

Julian trying to figure out which terran holidays can be safely transported and re-potted on post-Fire Cardassia (I feel like he still tries to celebrate Federation day at home just so the kids can have some positive associations. Cue him and Lim trying to figure out how to cook a desert lungfish without soliciting their neighbors' help with removing the fibrous capsule..)

Halloween is a safe bet, I think. Scaring the spirits away is vaguely Hebetian and the locals enjoy both tricks and treats. Julian gives his coworkers at the hospital candy to distribute to her.

Still got to be lots of nationalist holidays to celebrate after the war, but now they're very much tinged with bitter memories. Now they're more of an opportunity to complain about the current administration and get drunk (both activities Iskra vigorously enjoys as an adult)

#dee s 9 #garashir adoption au #happy gul dukat day where we burn gul dukat in effigy all across the continent <3 #man i shouldve drawn that... Beat Gul Dukat With A Stick day to drive the bad spirits out of government #not seen on Halloween: lim in julians old scrubs (doctor) and 6 month old idan dressed in a beautiful kukalaka inspired snuggie garak sews #as an american who does not celebrate the 4th of july because [history major reasons] i will still do red white and blue shots. fuck da gov #iskra is less anarcho-antiestablishment than young elim... but thats cause shes like. a government agent. theyre her boss #OHHHH YOU KNOW JULIAN BREAKS OUT THE BABY PHOTOS EVERY HALLOWEEN!#Lim and garak make precious little costumes for lims half dozen kids. spreading the Halloween spirit thru the entire district #its a moment its a movement #the Castellans House is decked OUT with fake spiders and cobwebs. garak and lim united on this front #the rest of garaks cabinet. who has never seen a spider and have no idea what halloween is:#lim poking his head in does anyone want blood punch? it's normal punch. but i put grapes in painted to look like eyeballs #minister of finance: what the fuck

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the-halfling-prince · 6 months

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My favorite little nyc gals, Rebecca and Claudie <3

#I have Claudie and my sister has Rebecca #(I technically have Rebecca but I ripped her wig off and customized her so I don't count her.#Still have her meet outfit tho. It's the pre-beforever one and everything)#I love how Rebecca turned out in this. Her meet outfit looks PERFECT.#my posts #my art #american girl #rebecca rubin #claudie wells #I just finished reading Meet Claudie so that's why I decided to draw this #I haven't been able to get my hands on the second book yet so no spoilers guys #I should reread Rebecca's books #They slayed #Okay I put a hold on books 2-6 at the library so I can read the first one (which I own) while I wait to be able to pick up the others #Rebecca Saves the Day was peak #Actually all of the saves the day books were peak. They fed my adventurous spirit the most as a child

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radioactivepeasant · 8 months

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Friday

Based on the concepts of both "Rift Apart set a precedent for alternate gender dimensional counterparts" and "what if in Meddling Mar Damas had recognized Mar immediately" we have today's prompt: Mirror Mar.

The little girl sat propped up on a reed mat beside the water, still flushed. Her brother still lay motionless on the mat beside her, nowhere near waking. As Damas watched from the dais, the girl traced her fingers over the boy's scarred arms, and an alarmed look crossed her face. Poor sprout. The brother had doubtless been hiding his injuries from her.

"Do not wake him," Seem cautioned gently, removing the child’s hand. "The eco must repair his organs or he will die."

It was the plain and unvarnished truth, but the girl burst into tears. Seem cringed, seeming unusually uncertain. They were knowledgeable about many things, but children were not among those topics. With a slightly exasperated huff, Damas left his throne and stepped across the stones. He knelt beside the pallets and forced himself to take the girl -- not Mar, it was just a freak coincidence -- by the hand.

"Come. Let him sleep. He will recover, child." He nodded to the scars. "Look: he is a fighter."

"But they're on the wrong side!" The girl burst into emphatic signs. "Wrong arm! Everything is backwards on this side of the Rift Gate!"

"Rift Gate?" Seem asked, their ruby eyes alight with interest, "You found a working Rift Gate, little one?"

"The last one!" The girl wiped her eyes, but her hiccups persisted. "Uncle Sig’s eye is on the wrong side, Jakky's scars are on the wrong side- and Jakky is a boy! Am I gonna be a boy when I grow up?!"

The adults exchanged bewildered glances. Tentatively, Damas extended a finger to brush away tears from round cheeks. Gods, she even had freckles like Mar, just on the opposite side of her-

"Little one," Seem said with stifled amusement, "Why would your brother’s gender have anything to do with yours? That's...really not how that works. You'll grow up to be you, not him."

"But except he's not my brother, he's me!" The child protested, "The sage said so! Except Jakky wasn't a boy when I went in the Rift and now all the scars are on the wrong side!" The girl twisted her green curls in her hands repeatedly, breathing quickening. "When did that happen? Are all my freckles gonna change places? I don't want my freckles to move! Why is everything the other way around?!"

Damas felt bile creep up his throat.

The backwards amulet around the girl's neck.

The shared features.

Gods, no.

He looked to the boy, eyes falling as if by instinct on a trio of freckles against the left side of his jaw.

The bile climbed higher.

It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible.

He'd heard legends of Rift Gates, but there was never anything in the old texts about this.

"What-"

His voice failed him. His hands shook.

"What is your name?"

The child looked stricken, and her tears began anew.

"You don't remember me? Are you all out of place now too, Daddy?"

Seem recoiled in shock, and Damas collapsed from his crouch to his knees.

No, no that would mean they were both- Please, no-!

What had the Precursors done? Who was the boy, then, if the girl swore they'd once been the same person? What had these children suffered?

"Mar?" he whispered in a shaking voice, "In your world, on your side of the Rift Gate, were you Mar?"

"Uh-sniff!-huh."

"Then...my Mar is...with your elder self?"

"Oh...I guess so." This Other Mar, a bit too old -- but not near as old as the boy on the other pallet -- looked pleadingly at him. "My Jakky is still in the Gate? I don't have to be a he and move all my freckles if I don't wanna?"

"I...would assume that is what happened, given...given your amulet," Damas faintly heard himself choke out, as if at a great distance.

The child, this Mar from another world, somehow managed to look even more crestfallen. "Then...that's your Jakky, right? You're...not my daddy...are you?"

Instinct took over. Damas swept little Mar into his arms, and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

"No, little viper," he croaked, "I am sorry, I do not know if I had a daughter before today. I do not know if you differ from the child I remember. My Mar was...was two when last I saw him, much would have changed regardless."

"I'm six now." Mar hiccuped and held up the number on her fingers. "I'm not a baby anymore."

"I...see that."

"And I like slingshots and bugs and baby animals and coloring. But I don't like dark eco, only Jakky has to use it because all- all his eco got all jumbled up." Mar squeezed closer to Damas. "Jak said he wouldn't let me get dark eco. I don't wanna get dark eco."

Seem looked from this older Mar to the teenaged boy fighting for his life on the mat. A future version of Mar? It couldn't be true, they didn't want to believe it! This boy reeked of dark eco, while the child practically dazzled with unshaped prism potential. Surely no child of the House of Mar would stoop low enough to partake of dark eco!

Unless...

Seem eyed the scars again, and in spite of themself their hand rose to cover their throat almost protectively.

Unless Mar had not been a willing participant.

Damas followed Seem's gaze, and his stomach turned. Two Mars, both years older than they should have been. Alone, battered, collapsed in the desert- Had they been trying to get home? Had Mar been fighting to come back to him all this time?

Two Mars. A son and a daughter. A blessing, a miracle and yet- what had the Precursors put his child through? What were these scars, even on the little one?

Damas looked to the boy, motionless beside the orange...thing...he'd been found with, and he swallowed hard.

"Mar," he whispered, "Tell me everything."

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When the boy called Jak finally awoke, he didn't remember the room he was in, just as Mar had warned. Nor did he seem to be particularly happy that Mar had given away any information whatsoever.

"Mar!" he rasped, "You can't just tell strangers your name! We've talked about this!"

"You're not the boss of me!" Mar retorted almost gleefully.

The boy pushed himself upright to point at her. "Uh, yes I am? I literally am the boss of you by default, kid."

"That's not what Daddy says!"

Jak lurched forward as Daxter coughed water all over them both.

"Who?!"

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day Friday #mirror mar au #look Mar is only 6 she thought Jak being he/him meant she had to match and they had to explain that nobody can change her pronouns for her #jak by the way has no idea what this other dimension she talks about is. he just thinks his kid self is she/her now and is rolling with it #he's a little confused but he's got the spirit #dadmas #king damas #damas gets to be a girldad now while trying to figure out how to raise a traumatized teenager #mar doesn't care about pronouns she just doesn't want her freckles to change places mar hon no that's not how it works #girl!mar #jak and daxter #Jak and daxter mar #jnd seem

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whoviandoodler · 11 months

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[Image description: a digital drawing of Thomas and Varian from Transatlantic from the waist up. They're touching foreheads with closed eyes and blushing. Thomas has wound a blue scarf around their necks with one hand and has the other in Varian's hair. Both men are wearing coats. The background is purple with pink flowers. End description.]

I am here to atone (drawing snuggles) for my past sins (posting sad fanart)

#transatlantic #lovefry #thomas lovegrove #varian fry #this is a lie i just wanted to draw them being cozy skdksdjs #i even used a pencil instead of a pen like i usually do (i wanted to keep the spirit of the original)#wouldve posted the og sketchbook drawing but i wanted to add some colour so i had to. do the line art too. my hand is totally fine #every day i get closer to losing my mind (i want to paint them trad so bad but i KNOW that would be a nightmare and i only like oil paint #which takes weeks to dry)#something abt drawing queer ppl being happy just makes me rly happy #have a v rough thumbnail of a reunion scene i wanna do... but its like 6 pages and ik from experience thats an Undertaking #maybe ill do one at a time? we will find out. if i even do it skskjdskdjs #its been haunting we for days tho liek sooo many ways it could go #dan draws

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yeonban · 9 months

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Every time I remember just how batshit Inazuma must seem to non-inazumans I start wheezing

#tbd.#* ooc. / posts.#To this day it remains the most bloodthirsty nation... everything in there wants you DEAD #It's probably so funny to watch inazumans & non-inazumans react to each other's countries #bc for example Heizou feels no fear regarding other nations' fauna/flora since Inazuma's is the worst by far #meanwhile if tourists try to go to any other island that isn't Narukami or Watatsumi they will be; as Raiden says; Struck Dead #I'm still not over that random consecrated beast from Sumeru's DESERT appearing in Inazuma to feed on Orobashi. Inazuma is just haunted atp #Deadly mechanisms... storms everywhere... random lightning strikes... consecrated beasts... ronin at every corner... evil spirits...#NOT TO MENTION 4/6 OF THE ISLANDS ARE UNINHABITABLE #They genuinely can't have it rougher in any other nation so they're Chillin' whenever they go abroad no matter where they end up

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comradeocean · 2 months

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Poisson d'avril (One Day, Emma Morley/Dexter Mayhew, E, around 9900 words)

Dexter showed up on her doorstep with a rucksack clanging with bottles and that wounded sad boy smile that used to go straight to her cunt. As things stood, Emma sidestepped the embrace she sensed they were meant to fall into by hoisting the bin bag she'd left by the entrance for this expressed purpose. "Go on in. Make yourself at home." She ushered vaguely towards the kitchenette, the sofa with its stack of VHS tapes artfully arranged on the afghan. Large arm motions meant to convey the deep interior of her flat so he wouldn't be tempted to linger in the narrow hallway, and once she returned sans rubbish, try to greet her with the prelude to teary wall sex. Or something.

tags: possessiveness, jealousy, first time, resolved sexual tension, or is it, angst, missing scene, ~ one night of love ~ take two, it doesn't pan out any better, arguably much worse, messy, in all senses of the word, poorly described ego death in the middle of sex, melodrama

warning: extremely self indulgent, crude/vulgar, a hundred flowers blooming, a hundred versions of the night they had intercourse three times and Dex was so 'drunk' he tried to take off his pants before his trousers contending. i.e. a if not quick then dirty rundown of mine.

Enjoy! And please let me know what you think! it's maybe another weird one and I'm hungry for feedback re: whether the particular flavour of weird works!!

#One Day #now w 200% more left melancholia #remember when I was like 4k out of 6 is unsettlingly crude smut #in the end it's more like 8k/9 #Emma x Dexter #begone vile spirit

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eurovision-del · 3 months

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Sanremo comes to an end tonight. I’ll confess, I haven’t been watching each night, but I have taken the time to check out all the competing songs, and here’s my ranking:

Mahmood – Tuta gold

Ricchi e Poveri – Ma non tutta la vita

Alfa – Vai!

La Sad – Autodistruttivo

Clara – Diamanti grezzi

Dargen D’Amico – Onda alta

Il Tre – Fragili

Annalisa – Sinceramente

Loredana Bertè – Pazza

BigMama – La rabbia non ti basta

Irama – Tu no

Sangiovanni – Finiscimi

The Kolors – Un ragazzo, una ragazza

Emma – Apnea

Fiorella Mannoia – Mariposa

Geolier – I’ p’ me, tu p’ te

Angelina Mango – La noia

Fred De Palma – Il cielo non ci vuole

Renga & Nek – Pazzo di te

Ghali – Casa mia

Maninni – Spettacolare

Diodato – Ti muovi

Mr. Rain – Due altalene

Bnkr44 – Governo punk

Il Volo – Capolavoro

Alessandra Amoroso – Fino a qui

Santi Francesi – L’amore in bocca

Rose Villain – Click Boom!

Gazzelle – Tutto qui

Negramaro – Ricominciamo tutto

Firstly, Mahmood was far and away my clear standout with Tuta gold. There’s something so effortlessly catchy about Mahmood’s style, and his distinct voice and charisma as a performer really set him apart for me. I like how it uses the little phone tone sound in the chorus as a hook and also to tie into the lyrics of the song. In fact, the song as a whole is really well produced, and I honestly want to listen to it over and over.

That said, there are still plenty of other great entries here. I found Ricchi e Poveri’s performance very memorable with them wrapped in the giant bow at the start, and the track itself is fun and exciting, and really benefits from the Sanremo orchestra, with all those violins going at the start. Vai! was another song I distinctly remembered after just one listen, with that little whoo-hoo and accompanying whistle making for a very catchy hook. I really enjoy the energy of the song and how uplifting it sounds. Autodistruttivo is a solid rock song, the ‘oh-ooh-oh’s might be a little generic but the overall punchy sound of the song is great, and I like La Sad’s distinctive look. I also really like Diamanti grezzi, it’s another song I think is really well produced, I especially like how the beat sounds in the pre-chorus.

If Mahmood hadn’t already been to Eurovision twice in the last past five years, he’d definitely be my pick to go. In fact, I like Tuta gold enough that I probably would be excited to see him in this year’s Eurovision too, but I’d also be very happy to see Italy send someone else for a change. As usual they’ve got plenty of options – I tended to prefer the upbeat, energetic songs over the ballads this year, but Italy will likely do well with just about any of these songs just thinking about Eurovision. Unfortunately I’m not going to be able to stay up tonight to find out the winner, but I am excited to find out tomorrow who they’re going to send!

#eurovision #esc2024 #nf ranking #Italy #I really wanted to get this out before UMK and Supernova started but hey this is how it goes #Sanremo is great but man it being all in one week does not leave you with much time to digest all the songs before the final #it doesn't help that it's 6 nations season #I spent the day watching rugby and while I had this ranking roughly outlined yesterday #I only finished it after the Wales v England match #I'm also very salty about the result of the Scotland v France match #so I'm hoping that the national finals tonight will raise my spirits a bit

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spiriteddreams · 10 months

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you ever give 12 presentations over the course of 2 days? i don't think i've ever spoken this much in my life and my raging headache is back :D

#i wanted to try to write tonight but like. i'm suffering here in the dark at 9pm not willing to take medication for the headache #idk how i did this #i gave 2 different presentations and gave them 6 times each day like #i am so done.#goodnight pray for me at work tomorrow morning #spirit rambles

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fortune-maiden · 8 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robby Yarge & Hatchi Kita Characters: Robby Yarge, Hatchi Kita, Ikku (Robihachi) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, sicktember 2023, Fluff, I imagine this fic to be set either before Ep 7 or after Ep 7 Summary:

Hatchi didn’t remember crawling back into bed, but somehow he ended up there again by morning where he awoke for the fifth? sixth? time to voices. They weren’t particularly quiet, despite the fact that they barged into a sleeping person’s bedroom, but rather than turn around and tell them off, Hatchi just coughed.

“Oh, he’s alive.”

Every unpleasant sensation he’d felt during the night had doubled now. What had been a few stray coughs here and there was now a full on fit that left his ribs throbbing.

“Easy, easy,” Intruder #1’s voice grew closer signaling that he’d crouched down. Hatchi turned around to find Robby’s stupid grin inches away. “You look like shit. What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”

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Sicktember Day 3: “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”

Is anyone out there reading RobiHachi fic in 2023 ^^” Either way, this feels like a much more true to form fic for me compared to yesterday’s experimental one. Enjoy?

(Fun fact: Prior to the posting of this fic, the Robby & Hatchi platonic ship was eligible for Launch the Ship. Whoops xD)

#robihachi #robby yarge #hatchi kita #sicktember 2023 #fortune's fanfics #this is the only fic i had in my brain prior to the event #it's all downhill from here! *spirit fingers*#looking at the prompts i'm hoping to have something postable again for day 6 so next couple of days are just word count padding #i have zero ideas for them #also i should really do my launch the ship fic already #and my longfic

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