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peterarklenews · 5 months
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© Peter Arkle 2023 14TH STREET AT 1ST AVENUE
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onenicebugperday · 2 months
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Cape Tribulation tree snail, Noctepuna mayana, Camaenidae
Photos 1-5 by squiresk and 6-7 by david99
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throwaway-yandere · 3 months
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POV: You mentioned getting a divorce after a very heated argument with yandere!Sunday
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dokupine · 3 months
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i was curious! is mushroom peach able to change her aesthetics... i guess 'outfit' kinda? like the shape and color of the specialized mushrooms making up her dress and hair
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She can’t completely forgo any of these (without some consequences) but she can safely change her appearance to a startling degree!
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carlyraejepsans · 2 months
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i unironically block and avoid anyone who interacts with callout posts btw. unless the post contains information about genuine real harm to real people in unequivocal terms, with solid proof and context that cannot be chalked up to misrepresented friendship drama, i go scorched earth on the notes. the amount of potential harassment and harm they can and HAVE caused in the past, especially to minority groups, trans women in particular, is beyond anything that can ever justify their existence. they're a petty, childish—frequently wrong!—thoughtless and cruel way to "spread awareness". grow up.
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crxzysawfangirl · 12 days
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When you bring your gf home to meet the family
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marc--chilton · 23 days
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house finding wilson ""interesting"" amongst a literal crowd of thousands is one thing but then to be proven right later when wilson flips his lid at a bar. theyre literally fanfiction but real but not
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s4ndg3m · 1 month
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schlrp. blink. shp. gotta wet them eyes somehow!
aka an excuse to draw prototype and my fella at the same time. still thinking up names for him. maybe something cell/shell/conch themed. i thought Cerce sounded nice...
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ghost-bxrd · 12 days
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Things captured on the trail cams around Wayne Manor. Note to self: fence the grounds.
— B. W.
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themeeplord · 4 months
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You know the Bracken from Lethal Company?
Yea ummmm..
I'm sure no one is surprised that I uh..
Ahem....
You know....
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naffeclipse · 10 months
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Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”
oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting
As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.
As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.
Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.
Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.
High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.
The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.
You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.
That's how you confront him.
Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.
Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.
You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.
You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.
It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.
He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.
A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.
"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.
"Who are you?" you demand.
He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.
The killer animatronic left you alive.
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pointycorgiears · 2 months
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During the day, Mihawk's eyes appear fairly normal. They have that oblong oval shape when relaxed, like everybody has. But at night, they change. They naturally become more circular and wider, allowing more light to pass through to his retinas, without any conscious effort from Mihawk. So he walks around at night with this wide-eyed stare, unsettling whoever happens to be nearby. Buggy and Crocodile have taken to calling him Hawkeyes during the day and Owleyes during the night.
He frowns at them when they do this but they just end up snickering because he looks cute silly.
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arthursfuckinghat · 2 months
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You can track the gang members? Holy shit that's so cool
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babyycvnt · 4 months
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Keep eye contact with him when he’s abusing your throat to show respect.
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