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nikkidawes · 1 year
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I decided to get a little wacky and imagined a new weapon for Bloodborne: the Hamfists
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bytebun · 6 months
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my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it
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cloudgainsborough · 26 days
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FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH — the trial of cloud good, cloud, very good. fill your hollow heart with rage.
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hellofriendhawke · 10 months
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I agree a darker danny phantom would be really cool, but what i think would be even cooler would be a danny phantom where they make Danny's deepest desire to be normal consistent thruout the whole show. paired with Sam's desperation to be unique as his sort-of foil. only, by the end of the show they realize normalcy and weirdness are relative and unimportant, and what really matters is genuineness
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seven-ruins-it · 2 months
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god i love writing regulus as a stupid delusional idiot about his feelings
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45percenterthen · 1 year
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ted lasso bravely asks What if we spoonfed 16-30 year old men the concept of being a nice person . like when u hide your dogs heartworm medicine in a television show about football. and thats beautiful
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skepsys · 10 months
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artfight revenge on @knuckle-cluster watch out here comes my beam attack HIYAAAAAAAA 💥
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clonehub · 5 months
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Honestly the premise "what if there were clones who didn't look or act like clones" reminds me of ideas like "what if there was a sith but they were Good" or "what if there was a Jedi but they were Bad". Like when little kids see a monster destroying everyone and theyre like "what if there was a nice monster who's kind and good! :o". Juvenile is what I'm saying. It's boring and juvenile.
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retroautomaton · 6 months
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Pg. 4 & 5 <- ->
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arkaylarts · 24 days
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I changed up Nova's coloration to be more aligned with the descriptions in WHB! His personality isn't changing though.
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itwoodbeprefect · 3 months
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all gmmtv shows are actually set in a subtle alternate universe where everyone is continuously fascinated & delighted by their printers
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zvaigzdelasas · 6 months
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ppl who are trying to do explainers abt current events in DRCongo are rly imo doing a massive disservice to ppls understandings without talking abt the regional context of DRCongo being where regional tensions have boiled over regularly - see Both Congo Wars - as well as putting M23 - as well as those wars - in the context of Rwandan/Burundian Genocides & the dispersion of Tutsi militias (see also: CNDP) in & around the Kivu regions since then - but also even Rwandan Hutu militias (see FDLR)
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anhttydbookfan · 2 months
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Again, I'd love to see a Wizards of Once movie. I'd love to see an opening narration that introduces the Darkwood and how wild and dangerous it is ("more dangerous than the Warriors?" "Oh, please, this place eats warriors for breakfast.") and how even the prettiest looking flower could be hiding a nasty secret. As the narrator says that last remark, the screen focuses on a very pretty but suspiciously jaw-shaped flower (with an X the color of witchblood displayed prominently on the petals because I like my foreshadowing to be extremely on the nose), and a bumbling, fuzzy little... flying creature buzzing on top of it to admire it. Xar swings in from offscreen and catches the baby sprite just as the petal-jaws start closing around it. Xar is revealed to be the narrator when he says "...But you don't have to be afraid of any of that! Because I'm the leader, and I, Xar son of Encanzo, can protect you from anything!"
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0l-unreliable · 8 months
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Monster Party or Monster Mash? either way here's a sketch for my next poster
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noirtek · 23 days
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always wondering what exactly hoffman planned to do with strahm had he ended up in the coffin (via trust or sedative) because he certainly wasn’t going to let him turn him in
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pigeonwit · 1 month
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okay okay okay. oh my god. okay. rabbit jack. jackalope. your brain. oh my god.
what my little brain snagged on was “davey is a dog” and as a dog-metaphor diehard lover and a davey jacobs defender i am humbly begging for more thoughts on this front
anon. i love you. moving on-
so when i say 'dog imagery' for davey i mean a specific kind (or. haha. Breed.) of dog imagery, which @we-are-inevitable sums up very well; #it’s the inherent obsession with loyalty to a fault and the shame that comes with being a bad dog.#it’s the need to sink teeth into flesh and bone but knowing it’ll result in being sent away from all you love.#it’s needing to run but not forever and its wanting to be a hulking beast but not having the space to grow
it's about having your instincts trained out of you because they're wrong, and you know they're wrong, but they're always there under your skin, so maybe you're wrong, too. it's about learning to be led or tied or caged because as much as they love you, as much as they trust you, they can't afford for you to act on your own. just in case, you understand? it's about always coming back when you're called because you don't know how to live off the leash. it's about desperately loving people who do not have the time or space between their many responsibilities to love you back.
it's impossible not to reference 'how to be a dog' by andrew kane if we're talking about dog imagery. i mean it's the blueprint. so here:
If you want to be a dog, first you must learn to wait. You must wait all day until somebody returns, and if somebody returns late, you must learn to wait until then.
davey's used to commands. used to hierarchy. he's been trained all his life to wait for permission, to wait for his mother to say the blessings, to wait for his father to eat first because even if they never say that that's a rule, he knows it is - he knows he has to wait when he eats, too, has to take polite and careful bites with his mouth closed, timing every chew and swallow. but if you look closely, there's this split second where his teeth tear through his food like an animal, so quick you'd barely see the primalness of it.
Next you must learn to relinquish all control over everything you might wish to control. You must learn to prefer to be led about by the neck on a piece of string, or staked to a neglected lawn by a length of chain. You must learn, once you have sampled the freedom of a life without a chain, that it is better to return and be chained again.
davey as a character needs to be kept in line. he needs to provide. he needs to take care of his family because they're his family. they feed him. they love him. so he needs to repay them for that. he does the work, follows the commands, he keeps the rabbits off the crops and the coyotes from getting over their fences, but there's this old itching in his bones that wants to hop that fence and run with them. but he can't, because he knows he needs a place to rest, too. he wants that place to rest, he'd never take it for granted. but he has to choose between the two, and shelter's more important than running, and so his teeth rot in his mouth from lack of use, and his bones keep growing under skin that refuses to stretch with it.
You must learn to speak in one of the voices available to you, high and light or mellow thick and low or middle-range and terse. Whichever voice you learn to speak, you will meet somebody who does not like you because of it, they will be wary or annoyed or you will remind them of something or someone else. Once you have learned to speak you must learn not to speak unless you absolutely must, or to speak as much as you feel you must regardless of how many times you are told to stop, or sit, or placed behind a door—this will depend on what kind of a dog you want to be.
davey's whole life has been spent learning how to be the right version of himself. he knows how to be well-behaved enough to not be hit. to be rewarded. but then he meets the newsies, and suddenly, he's a bad dog. he's wrong. but how can he be wrong when he never bit anyone?
but that's the beauty of his relationship with jack. because jack un-trains him. davey doesn't know how to live off-leash yet, how to run for himself - so jack gives davey something to chase, something to sink his teeth into, and he finally feels real. like he's part of a world beyond the fence. but davey's a good dog, so he always goes home afterwards, and when he goes home, he's punished. of course he's punished. his fur is unkempt, there's teethmarks on his skin, there's blood matted around his mouth. he bit. and good dogs don't bite.
(what's the point in doing all this work to be a good dog, then, if one bite undoes it all?)
Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. You must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. [...] You must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand.
davey's always searching for his place to belong. he loves people like a dog does; vicious and messy and panting. he drops words and ideas and newspapers at their feet because he's good and he loves them and he needs them to know. and then they turn around and leave. but davey's a good dog, so he'll wait until they come back. and before they even open their mouth, davey forgives them. because davey loves them. he tries to hide it; he didn't think loving too much made you a bad dog, but he tries to hide it anyways. he doesn't hide it very well. his parents see it. they try to keep him trained. they try to keep him leashed, because when a dog is cornered, it bites, and they can't afford for davey to bite. i know 'leaf pile' by the front bottoms is hardly dog-related and definitely a leap from an andrew kane poem, but it still reminds me of davey;
Do I seem anxious to you? Do I seem backed into a corner? As if I had to make a move But you could tell I didn't wanna
he wants to stay. he wants to follow the command. he can't. he's not a violent dog - but he knows that he can bite. and that's what makes him dangerous.
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