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natimiles · 3 months
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Bringing Mozart into the 21st century and making him travel by modern transportation
Tags: lots of cursing; spoilers from his route?
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“No fucking way” is his first response when you show him a car and tell him you’ll use it to get around town. He’d walk a thousand miles, but he won’t climb into this... thing.
He ends up having to climb into the thing.
His first ride, he thought it was worse than carriages. The big front window gives him full vision of everything, and HE. IS. PANICKING.
Mozart: There’s another one coming this way! *screeches* MC: Mozart, they’re just changing lanes. It’s fine, you’re fine. Mozart: Oh my God, we’re gonna die… *starts muttering under his breath* MC: … MC: Are you praying???
He’s gripping the seat and the grab handle so tightly that his knuckles are white. He’s not breathing the entire ride.
As soon as the car stops, he opens the door and throws himself out. He’s praying again, but now he’s thanking God he survived this hell. Good luck making him enter the car again to ride back home.
The first time you get on a highway is wild. If he was already losing his mind before, imagine when you’re going faster. He’s gripping the seat, screeching, and praying. All at once. The whole time.
He might’ve passed out. If the sudden silence is any indication...
You can’t make him board an airplane. The first time you tried was to go back to your home country, and he caused a scene at the airport. You had to dope him with sleeping pills. 
He won’t board that huge, dangerous thing that flies again. How the fuck do they even fly???
Once he gets used to cars, things get easier. But it takes him a while, though.
He still yelps when he’s distracted and suddenly sees a car changing lanes.
He will open the window and pick fights. Someone didn’t signal? A car suddenly cuts in front of you? A pedestrian runs in front of your car out of the crosswalk? He’s screaming in German at the person.
You can try to make him ride a motorcycle, but it’ll be worse. He’ll cling to you, probably make you lose balance, and you two fall. And then he’s like “I told you these things are fucking dangerous!”
He won’t let you ride motorcycles again, even if you’re alone.
If you show him a car with autopilot, he freaks out. He’ll remember the time he went to buy a piano and it was playing by itself. Does the 21st century have haunted things too?
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Masterlists
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spicyraeman · 3 months
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bass player shart my beloved
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avephelis · 9 months
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"This is unbelievable." "This is the lobby."
SPIDERSONA MASS ATTACK !! gah i had so much fun with this (and it definitely did not drive me insane)
FROM TOP LEFT TO BOTTOM RIGHT: Starboy (sirwompington), Dex Estrella (alexistired13), Spider-Moth (@peskypixel), Jackson (@exerjack), Eclipse (sunmellows), Widow Spider (lunarpawz), Astro-Spider (blueskieshara), Cloudspinner (@oh-lordy-lord-save-me), Spider-Scare (@possuminnit), Tarantula (@idiot-mushroom), Crosspider (darkonvibes), Arachnophobe (mine!), Roly-Poly (@poorlemons), Atticus Romero (@shrikeicee)
and, as well as the spider-society scene, this is heavily inspired by kat tsai's concept art (check it out !!)
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gifti3 · 5 months
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Sending you a signal, sending you a signal Tingling tingling tingling tingling
close up of alien mc:
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mokadevs · 3 months
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day 7: come back soon
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toxooz · 1 year
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anyway not saying I'd climb him like a tree squirrel but I would climb him like a tree squirrel
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dreamydxze · 5 months
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"What do you want?"
(a lil callowmoore comic with a pining ashton)
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todayisafridaynight · 6 months
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journalists underestimate the magnitude of my addiction and how far i'll go for the bit
#snap chats#im lying i physically could not marathon this i got school LMAO BUT IMAGINE#my god speaking of school i signed up for a japanese history class. because of course i did#i also needed an extra class and i didnt know what else to put LMAO but i might swap it or somn#thinkin i should get back into theater..... i got like two months to decide anyway#i was thinking about how im gonna play IW during streams... if the lord will let me i might stream for 2~3 hours or so#im putting such a small time limit due to Aforementioned School but also idk if my computer can record any longer than that#when i tried saving the video to my flashdrive it only lasted about two some hours right ? maybe 3 if i remember right#i decided to record to my computer's hard drive instead of the usb since it has more space so maybe i can record longer#ill prob do a test run later today and record a nonsense video. i WILL delete it i just wanna see what the limit is#cause my plan is to just Record One -> Upload It -> Delete OG yk. Lazy Susan type of plan#didnt mean to type out my whole gameplan in the tags LOL BUT HEY I WANTED TO TALK BOUT IT AT SOME POINT#my final message is that ive Hopefully preordered the ichi statue. i say Hopefully cause i am once again doing it through jp rabbit#and i didnt get the confirmation it was successful yet so I Will Simply Wait.#point is it was a lot cheapter than i thought it was going to be <3 yay <3#ok im running out of tags tl;dr im gonna marathon IW until my eyes bleed BYYYE
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dogtoling · 6 months
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Let's talk... Deep Sea Dead Zone's new album, Same Joke Twice, is now OUT! Get it at your local music store or digital storefront or just listen on Inkify or SeaTube!
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It's got sluggies on the back, which is how you know it's good (who cares about the band members? If you wanted to see inklings, just go outside).
(Interview coming later! this took all day to finish and i took a pancake break. Feel free to send asks; I'll include them in the interview!)
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deuynndoodles · 22 days
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[ID: A digital, uncolored drawing of Aryll and Link from Wind Waker, referencing one of Neil Cicierega's videos. Aryll leans over, hands on her hips, and scolds Link. "Granny warned us not to talk to the wind, but you went ahead and talked to the wind, didn't'cha?" An icon of Link, looking weary and sweating nervously, replies, "Yeah..." end ID.]
i haven't played wind waker. this is how it ends right
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thesnowflake18 · 9 months
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Got Flowey on my mind again
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yogurtlid10000 · 7 months
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Phos traditional doodles because they’re definitley my favorite ice cream flavor
Oooorrgrghh SO FUN TO DRAW la la la🫶phos
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bri-cheeses · 2 months
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Dorcas stares as pink and red confetti starts falling over Evan’s head. They’re currently seated at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, and it happens to be Valentine’s Day.
“Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer,” Dorcas tells him, eyebrows raised in mirth. Her fork is paused halfway between her plate and her mouth, food forgotten in favor of poking fun.
Evan’s surprised and somewhat confused expression turns into a frown as he starts swiping at the confetti, which has gotten thicker and has started to fall much more frequently.
“Yeah,” he replies, hands swatting around his head, “because it’s such a big secret as to who it is.” He sends a meaningful look to Barty, who’s seated just left of him.
In response to that accusation, Barty simply grins and says in an unconvincingly innocent voice, “Don’t look at me, I have no idea who would do such a thing.”
“Right,” Evan says, “because you’d never do such a thing in your life. Showering me in confetti just sounds so unlike your subtle touch. Wish my “secret admirer” would send me chocolate instead of all this confetti, though.”
Barty lifts his hands in a “don’t-mind-me” gesture, shaking his head slightly. It might have been a slightly more convincing act if he hadn’t had a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. “Still don’t know what you’re looking at me for, though.”
There’s a sudden burst of laughter from Dorcas. Traces of her amusing are evident on her face as she looks back towards Evan and says, “Yeah, well, I personally can’t blame you for wanting chocolate instead of a cloud of confetti. You better hope that thing doesn’t follow you around all day.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for chocolate,” Evan promises, shooting a dirty look at Barty before mumbling a quick “Finite incantatem” at the confetti.
Oddly enough, the counter jinx isn’t enough to stop the flow of red and pink. The continued falling of confetti despite his best efforts causes Evan to huff a defeated sigh and simply give up. He goes back to eating his breakfast, not bothering to ask Barty how to get the confetti to stop, because he knows that Barty will deny knowing anything. Sometimes, Evan thinks that his boyfriend is going to be the death of him.
Thankfully, however, the confetti stops once he’s walked out of the Great Hall, step in step with Barty as they head to their upcoming class.
“It’s stopped,” Evan comments as soon as he’s noticed the absence of red and pink, looking up in disbelief. “How’d you do that?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Barty says, smiling up at the ceiling.
Evan simply shakes his head at Barty’s antics, then grabs his hand and drags him off to class.
Their classes leading up until lunch pass without incident, thankfully. Well, without a Valentine’s Day related incident, at least. (Not without any accidents entirely, because one of the Hufflepuff girls was so bad a casting a certain spell that it caused the Charms room to be filled with the smell of rotten eggs, but luckily the odor dissipated after only a minute or two).
So, after the incident in Charms, Barty and Evan find themselves walking to the Great Hall for lunch, trying to get the smell of rotten eggs out of their noses. As they walk together, Evan has the feeling that it’s almost past time for his “secret admirer” to strike again. His gaze slides to Barty, but Barty’s expression gives nothing away—good or bad.
Walking into the Great Hall does nothing to stop Evan’s growing apprehension (though the smell of lunch food does help with the egg problem), and he looks up to see if the cloud of confetti has returned. To Evan’s relieved surprise, it hasn’t.
Off to his left comes a small laugh, no doubt Barty realizing why Evan suddenly looked up at the ceiling. Evan nudges him with his elbow to get him to stop, but it doesn’t have the intended effect. Rather, Barty simply drags them closer to Slytherin table, then plops down at his usual spot.
Evan, however, remains standing, eyeing his seat warily.
“What?” Barty says playfully, noticing Evan’s hesitation, “It’s not like it’s going to bite or anything.”
“Right, but you’ll excuse me if I’m a little worried it might turn my hair pink, or something as equally ridiculous.”
Barty’s laugh is easily forthcoming, and mischief dances in his eyes as he says, “Well, if it’ll make you feel better, you can always sit on my lap instead.”
He pats his lap invitingly, but Evan opts to simply sit on the wooden bench. No need to cause a scene at the lunch table, right?
Thankfully, his hair does not turn pink, and nothing out of the ordinary happens for the entirety of lunch.
No, the next gift from his admirer becomes evident only after he’s finished eating, as Evan goes to pick his bag back up.
Somehow, over the course of one lunch, its contents have managed to triple in weight. So Evan looks down into his bag to see what caused the sudden change, then shoots an incredulous glance towards Barty. Barty’s still working on finishing his food and is steadfastly ignoring what is happening to the right of him. But the fact that the corner of his mouth has turned up into a smirk gives him away instantly.
“Barty,” Evan calls to get him to look over, a sarcastic tint coloring his words, “you want some chocolate, by any chance?”
He turns his bag to Barty, opening it up. Barty doesn’t look at all surprised to see a multitude of wrapped chocolates filling the bag up to the brim, and his expression is gleeful as he chirps out a mischievous “Sure!” and takes a chocolate.
Unwrapping it, he pops it into his mouth and smiles at Evan as he chews. “You know,” he says, after having finished it, “this admirer of yours is incredibly smart. They even got you your favorite type of chocolate and everything.”
Evan raises his eyebrows at him. “Yeah, he must be incredibly wise to do such a thing.”
“Now now, Evan,” Barty cuts in, waggling a finger at Evan. “You mustn’t assume that this secret admirer is a guy, you know. It could be anyone.”
“Whatever you say, dearest,” Evan replies, then gets up and blows a kiss at Barty, walking backwards before turning around to go meet up with Pandora.
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From there, everything is normal. Barty is his usual flirty self, the castle is decked out in pink and red, and Evan eats a ridiculous amount of chocolate as he goes throughout his day. Everything is fine, that is, until dinner.
The problem with dinner is not that there is confetti or that there are hundreds of chocolates. No, it is that every item of food that Evan touches turns to some shade of red.
His water turns into a bright shade of fuchsia as soon as his lips touch it, his main dish becomes colored with deep reds and pale pinks, and even the cheesecake he has for desert turns into a lovely magenta shade as he eats it.
Maybe it shouldn’t make Evan smile as much as it does, but by the time that dinner is over, he’s laughing so much that he can hardly finish his brightly colored cheesecake.
Barty, of course, still denies everything. But his expression is incredibly fond as he gazes at his boyfriend, drinking in Evan’s every smile.
That night, Barty excuses himself from dinner early, but not without slipping a folded piece of paper into Evan’s pocket. Evan doesn’t notice right away, too busy laughing alongside Dorcas and Pandora.
However, Evan does notice the parchment during a break in the conversation some time later. Sliding the paper from his pocket, he unfolds it to find a simple note. “Come up to the dorm,” it says. Evan smiles as he takes it in, eyes sliding back over the words. It’s written in Barty’s handwriting, slightly crooked but endearingly so.
“I’ve gotta go,” he says as he stands, attempting to make a smooth exit.
From the look on Regulus’s face, he doesn’t quite manage it. “Do I want to know?” Regulus asks, grimacing.
Evan grins. “Depends on what it is, doesn’t it? Anyways, bye guys, I’ll see you later.”
There’s a mumbled chorus of goodbyes, and Evan grabs his bag. (Which happens to be noticeably lighter than it was at lunch, but we don’t need to talk about that).
Walking through the halls at this specific hour is a bit odd, because almost everyone is at dinner. There’s no one wandering about the castle as Evan makes his way to the dorm, his footsteps echoing loudly on the gray stones.
He gives this week’s password as he nears the common room, passing through it in order trek up the stairs that lead to the boys’ dorms.
As he pushes the door to his dorm open, he doesn’t know what he expects. Whatever he does expect, however, is not what he finds.
Barty is standing in the middle of the room, wearing a wide grin. And in his hands is a bouquet of gorgeous roses, their petals a deep red color.
Evan’s mouth falls slightly open as he takes in the scene, crossing over to Barty to fawn over the flowers.
Tracing a finger along one of the rose’s petals, he whispers softly, “Where did you get these? They’re beautiful.”
Barty shrugs, but Evan can tell that he’s pleased by the reaction he’s gotten. “Magicians never tell their secrets, Evs.”
Evan hums at that, taking the flowers from Barty’s outstretched hands. “Well, either way, thank you. They’re really, really pretty. ”
“Only for you,” Barty replies, gazing at Evan, who looks up and smiles shyly at him.
A thought then occurs to Evan, and he pauses for a second before asking, “Do you have a vase for these? I don’t want them to die.”
“Oh, uh, hold on one sec—“ Barty rifles through his pockets as if he’s going to find a vase there, and Evan looks on in amused silence.
After minute of confused rummaging, Evan realizes that Barty’s looking for his wand—which happens to be tucked right behind his ear.
“Barty,” he says, amusement lacing his words, “your wand’s right here.” He reaches out a hand and slides the wand out of place, then presents it to his bemused boyfriend.
“Oh, right,” Barty says, reaching out to take it, “I put it there so I wouldn’t forget where it was, you know.”
“Only you, Bee,” Evan says, smiling as Barty conjures a vase to put the bouquet in. Evan takes the vase from him and puts the roses in it, then walks over to his bedside table. He sets the vase down, positing it just so, and admires the roses for several moments.
“They really are lovely,” Evan says, still looking at the flowers. He turns around. “Thank you.”
Barty smiles. “Can’t resist the opportunity to lavish my boyfriend with gifts and chocolate and confetti, now can I?”
“Ah yes, my “secret admirer” has struck again, hasn’t he?”
“You know it,” Barty quips, swaying closer.
Evan closes the distance between them, tilting his face up towards Barty’s. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, lips brushing against Barty’s. Barty kisses him in response, smiles lingering on both of their mouths.
“Happy Valentine’s,” Barty whispers back.
All in all, it’s the best Valentine’s either of them has had. And it doesn’t hurt that the chocolate lasts for weeks, either.
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avesdraws · 10 months
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i love when a guy is only shown violence and apathy from the world just to find, in his most vulnerable moment of his life, kindness and patience from what he belives to be his natural enemy….ok?
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skyloftian-nutcase · 11 months
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Oh oh oh. Can you write something about the chain finding out that Legend’s royalty? And their reactions?
Twilight had to admit, he never grew accustomed to the ornateness of palaces. It probably didn't help that the majority of his time spent in Hyrule Castle was during an active invasion, and therefore the true austerity of the architecture and aesthetic had never entirely been particularly noticeable.
It was surprising to find such a place in a land where Hyrule had been fairly ravaged by war and ruin. Although Legend's Hyrule was not in as bad shape as the traveler's, or perhaps even his wild friend's, it had still seen better days.
Nevertheless, nothing in the castle had prepared him for when his eyes skimmed over a hallway of paintings and settled on a large one depicting the royal family. The king, the queen, Zelda from this land, and...
And Legend?!
Twilight stared at the painting, pivoting so that he was facing it fully. So was this like a congratulatory painting for saving the kingdom so much? That's what this was, right?
Warriors sidled up beside him. "What are you loo--"
The captain grew silent immediately, eyes fixed on the art. Then he barked out a loud laugh. "Oh my goddesses, so this is why he said don't come down this way."
Twilight turned to Warriors. "Wait, what?"
"I think you were too busy going into sensory overload, but Vet was telling us where we could and couldn't go in the palace," Warriors explained.
"So naturally we immediately went here!" Wind added from behind the captain. Then he looked between the two. "So what are we looking at?"
"Our veteran hero is in a painting of the royal family," Warriors snickered.
"Oh. So is he engaged to his Zelda?" Sky asked, coming up to Twilight's other side.
Twilight's face scrunched a little. This was... they needed to figure this out. The last thing they needed to do was assume one relationship when it was the other.
"I think it's just because he saved Hyrule," the traveler commented as he peered over Sky's shoulder.
"Fifty rupees says he's engaged to her," Warriors said with a cheeky grin.
"Maybe he got lost in the castle while they were painting and they just put him in it because he was there," Wind pointed out with a laugh.
"Oh please, Vet never gets lost, he's got eighty thousand maps in his bag at all times," Wild tossed back.
"What if he's part of the family?" Four questioned. "Like, he's blood related?"
Everyone blinked and looked at the smithy, who shrugged under the scrutiny.
Twilight glanced at Sky. Wouldn't that make him...? Well. He wasn't sure. They were still trying to figure out where everyone fit in the timeline.
But it would certainly explain Legend's attitude. Though honestly, if anyone in their group was going to be a haughty noble, it would be the captain.
"I'm pretty sure our veteran said you weren't supposed to be here."
Everyone whirled to see Time standing behind them, arms crossed. The younger ones bowed their heads, sufficiently schooled, when Wild snapped his gaze back up. "Wait a second, that means you're not allowed here either!"
Warriors put a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow at their leader. "He's not wrong, you know."
"I'm allowed everywhere," Time replied lightly.
"Uh huh," Warriors shot back. "Sure you are."
"Okay, but do you know if Vet is related to the family or engaged?" Twilight burst out. "'Cause we gotta figure this out."
Time smiled. Twilight inhaled sharply in suspense. Their leader knew.
And he wasn't going to say anything.
Everyone groaned in unison.
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cupheadocscasino · 5 months
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trick or treat!
Okay, so I know this is almost three whole weeks late, due to ridiculously high ambitions on a short time limit, but if you're still in a spooky enough mood for a Halloween Party...
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THE HAUNTED HOUSE by New Mayfair Dance Orchestra
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