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kizzyedgelll · 1 year
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Faceless animations ↳ WALLACE & GROMIT: THE CURSE OF THE WERE-RABBIT (2005) dir. Nick Park, Steve Box
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There are only four rules you need to remember.
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liquidlycan · 15 days
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lalalala jake english -🖊️
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JAKE ENGLISH - HOMESTUCK THEMED STIMBOARD
with themes of guns, nature, and adventure!
cw guns, explosions
requested by anon 🖊️
x | x | x x | x | x x | x | x
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gins-stim-emporium · 5 months
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19 - explode marker stimboard!
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steel wool burning / car exploding / coke can
monster truck / 🌋 / scrub daddy
among us cookie / mushroom cloud / jibanyan jelly
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chokit-pyrus · 1 year
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Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles - 1.09 Kagehito Unleashed
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eartheats · 6 months
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Noriko Takeover: The Finale
((ooc: cws for general evil villain nonsense, blowing up a museum, talk of (human) death, near pokemon death, fire, violence in general. strap in folks.))
[a rotomblr live goes up! strangely, it's...rather dark, at first; one can hear the shuffling around of some paperwork, the typing on a keyboard, and the movement of what appears to be a few small pokemon in the background. when the screen finally lights up, it seems the culprit of the hacking has finally gotten her hand off of the camera.]
"Greetings, Rotomblr. I thought it was high time we met face to face."
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[ID: an image of a woman with blue hair and eyes, similar to ren; she also wears glasses, has heavy freckles, and wears deep teal lipstick. her look seems cold, unkind, and she's dressed in a white sweater and black shirt. end ID.]
[the woman on the screen smiles. the room around her is quite dark, though her face is illuminated in the light of whatever she's using to record. when she speaks, it's in perfect, fluid kantonnian, though with an accent that one might be able to place as that of a cinnabar island resident.]
"It really has been such a pleasure to meet you all. Some...more than others." [though she smiles, it's not reflected in her eyes; they're almost...cold seeming.] "I suppose that I've kept myself in the shadows for too long; for that, I apologize. While I originally had my own blog on this website, my work ensured that I was far too busy to keep up with it to the extent that I would have wished to. For that, I apologize; there were quite a few of you who were...passable company. Miss Lemon. Mr. Thomas. Miss Maya. Some others."
"But it would seem that my child has become rather beloved, by people. It is something that I am pleased to see; I had worried that they would end up isolated and dying, away from the world at large because of their focus on what happened to them. I knew they could get over it in due time, as long as they pushed themself..."
"Not that I would imagine that they would become such an ungrateful, spoiled brat. It's something I intend to fix, in time." [despite the venom in noriko's words, her expression doesn't change. it's...eerie.] "Ah, well. Mi amor would be far more heartbroken over hearing those words than I am, I suppose...if he were alive to hear them."
[and that's the first thing that gets noriko to pause throughout this. the smile disappears, and though her eyes remain cold, they're...neutral.]
"...It's the anniversary of his death today. A wholly avoidable one, at that." [and there's a spark in noriko's eyes as she says it, and her expression tightens. disgusted, really.] "You see...I have a rather deep distaste for many things. Rockets current and former, for one. Rather rich coming from a former member of Team Flare, I'm sure, but I know my sins. I will not justify them, nor Lysandre's viewpoint. But for another...there's the Silph Corporation. The Pewter Museum, as well. And why, you might ask...?"
[there's a slight laugh that escapes noriko. it...doesn't sound hinged, even slightly.]
"Simple. The Silph Corporation is responsible for my family losing what little we had left when the volcano in Cinnabar erupted. We escaped with our lives, and what we could salvage of our life's work. Do you want to know what they did?"
"They stole it from us. By force." [as noriko recalls it, something in her face steadily starts to twist in anger.] "...They hired Rocket to seize our machinery and blueprints. The Pokemon that we managed to bring with us, as well. By any means necessary. My family's life work, all of it, and they stole it from us. Seized it for themselves to use irresponsibly, at the lowest point of our lives, as some sort of show of power to consolidate it all for themselves."
"It could have ended there, but..." [noriko's twisted expression goes back to neutral. one might even be able to make out just how heartbroken she is to say these next words.] "...The Rockets attempted to attack my family, to steal even more of their Pokemon. Above and beyond in their mission, as always. Mateo, he...he couldn't stand for that, and he...mi amor, he..."
[noriko's face goes down. she might even be crying, really, as she recalls it. one likely doesn't need much more to piece together what's happened.]
"...He wouldn't approve of this." [and there's that laughter--a laughter that's soft, yet oh-so manic, rising steadily in volume and mania.] "He'd condemn this. All of it. What little yet lives of my family would as well. But we're past the point of caring about petty little things like that."
"I want control of all aspects of my life back, and it all starts with this."
[when noriko raises her head back up, she looks resolved. cold again, and the screen seems to brighten just a bit...just enough to illuminate the surroundings.
one might recognize this as the interior of the pewter museum.]
"The media is likely going to spin this any way it wishes. And so be it, if it does. They can call this what they wish. As for what I intend to call it?"
"This is long, overdue vengeance for all that's been taken from me."
"Netzach."
[if one looks to the background, they can make out three glowing lights--purple, green, blue. if anyone smart enough knows those colors and recognizes the blue eyes of the creature in the distance, they'll recognize it as a shiny beheeyem. one that stands...too obediently, waiting for orders--something that could be recognized as the behavior of a pokemon created by Team Glimmer.
noriko turns toward the beheeyem, calm. quiet. so still that one could hear pin could drop.]
"Detonate."
[and all at once, it's a blur, after the order is called, the beheeyem activates something that makes the sound go loud, and the beheeyem is swiftly returned to his poke ball--a bright white light fills the stream. the recording device gets thrown back, but against all odds, glitchy mess it may be, it continues recording. recording amongst the flames, amongst what certainly would be a death for person and pokemon.
but it isn't.
the stream ends with a distant, glowing pink light being seen, and a feminine form that can barely be made out walking from the fire as if it hasn't effected it at all; there's plenty of manic laughter coming from it, and if one's particularly versed in legendary's power, they'll recognize it as Xerneas.
there's another voice, though, barely able to be heard in the distance that calls out.]
"Good, you're finally done pontificating! Let's get outta here!"
[it's not a recognizable voice, though it seems to be another woman's--older, it seems. the pink, glowing form seems to stop, before walking towards the voice.
at any rate, the stream ends with a disconnection error.]
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selfshippingquotes · 2 years
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S/I, walking inside of a building after making F/O wait outside: Alright everyone, here comes the most special being to ever exist in the whole entire universe! And if you don't cheer and clap for them, I'll blow up this entire building.
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klee-official · 9 months
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@webttore-official :)
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bittwitchy · 2 years
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hiro-doodlez · 8 months
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explosion! (boom)
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This u?
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klugpuuo · 2 years
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idk where else to put this so im putting it here. dyscalculia pride flag but cool
(i know it's a dead meme i just randomly remembered that One Manzai. yes it's a bad reason to hc amitie as dyscalculic but no i dont care)
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weasleyandweasley · 1 year
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@thcbriightcst
Asked : “please don’t scare me like that again.  i can take a lot of things,  but not losing you.  ” — to Fred bc y'know he totally got just injured during the war, he didn't die at all,,, and wow feelings
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☆゚. * ・ 。゚, The inevitable battle commenced, the spectacle everyone anticipated. Despite all of their training, all of their preparation, the fear that dwelled beneath the surface emerged. The reality that this was real and that their lives were being gambled made his breath hitch. Lives would be lost and it terrified him to wonder which ones they would be. This was the problem with building relationships, you cared about someone else. And it was worse when you were separated from them with no knowledge of their well being. But he played his part in the grand scheme and even decided to forgive their elder brother Percy. If only the chain of events could remain so smooth.
The explosion happened sending chunks and bit of debris from the castle around them. It should have crushed crushed him like rubble, but miraculously this weight never came. The intensity of it a force that blew him away, leaving him unconscious for some time. When he finally awoke, he noticed his family around him and the first to catch his attention was Hermione. He seemed rather perplexed at first. His mind was slowly unveiling prior events. ❝ blimey, I nearly died! ❞ He scoffed, but felt a bit of pain in his left ear, a ringing that made his hand instantly touch the surface. ❝Reckon the universe wants as completely identical, eh, Georgie? ❞ He said, trying to calm him down. He didn't have to look at him to know his worry, he could sense it, feel it even.
❝ You weren't crying over me, were you 'Mione? Starting to think you fancy me. ❞ He didn't like the idea of anyone crying over him, let alone worrying about him. He struggled to stand and, after a moment, just gave up. ❝ You alright? Did they hurt you? ❞
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fictionkinfessions · 1 year
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Canon injuries ask game? My time to rise!
I survived a car bomb while all my other teammates died I survived because of my powers. Theres only so much fast healing could do so I was still alive while my body was rotting and decomposing and turning blind and deaf. Still had conscience so that was a horrible time.
Fuck you Black October
-Sincerely Chippy / Jeff of sidekicks past from Bratpack
(#🧨🗑🔥)
☄️
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detectiveconnor · 2 years
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@infamouscabal​ from x:
"What...... what happened?"
Dazed and confused, the words came slowly as Lucy forced her eyes to open. The world was spinning, the face hovering above her with gentle reassurances unfamiliar. Slowly, she became aware of two things:
She was lying on concrete, and she could smell smoke. Her head was pounding.
Only the pain in her right shoulder seemed real-- piercing through the fog like fire.
  "Who.... ow.."
Ow was right, and Connor was not yet through with the sachet of saline in this first-aid kit. The explosion (meant to be an implosion; a poorly executed building demolition) had echoed for several city blocks. The fires were beginning to die out. With New Jericho, the Android shelter and infirmary, close by, the hands immediately on the scene were, largely, Androids’, and designed for Androids: this was one of the few human first-aid kits their medical centre had had.
This woman’s injuries had not qualified for immediate attention from the paramedics on scene, but Connor was here, crouched beside her, trying to keep her shoulder from getting infected. “Don’t try to sit up yet,” was his advice as she began to stir, “You had a fall, you’re doing okay but I want to check you over first. My name’s Connor, what’s yours?” 
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npdemu · 6 months
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reblog to blow up an ableist
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gins-stim-emporium · 4 months
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thirteen marker boards in the queue LETS GOOOOOOOOOO
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