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shakooo · 20 days
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HIIIII GUYS i bring you something different about the onceler skkdjsj this time a small animatic of Hazbin Hotel with one of my favorite songs, i couldn't get this idea out of my head for days and now i was finally able to finish it i hope you like it :33
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lilybug-02 · 5 months
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Wow. That could not have turned out worse.
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--Full Series--
This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/
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coldbycrossfade · 6 months
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MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME
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nasa-kimchi · 3 months
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TUBBRINE
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yudol-skorbi · 27 days
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these sure are....a hell of a bells......
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bardicblast · 3 months
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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Smell Check [Easy: Failure]
MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#disco elysium#MDZS Disco Elysium AU#So sad I didn't manage to get this comic out on the 15th (pd-mdzs's 8 month anniversary and DE's 4th year anniversary) but I'm here *now*#I have a very extensive and detailed MDZS Disco Elysium AU that I am Not Normal About.#I've seen a few other people point out the potential in a crossover (true) but they make the mistake in having it be set in 51!#A true crossover would take place closer to The Antecentennial Revolution!#Disco Elysium did not go that hard on its cool lore for people to only make surface level crossovers!!!#One day I'll write the fic or post my notes. I don't know who would read it but it tickles *my* brain and that's enough.#No spoilers for DE (here or in comments (please)) but please consider....Magpie Wei Wuxian B*) On his way to be an innocent.#I do think there is a good chance a chunk of the MDZS readership would enjoy DE but...it's also not a game I easily recommend#It's more of an experience you have to marinate over. It's dark in ways that are off putting to some people.#It makes you feel like a very bad person all the time. It gets extremely personal if you allow yourself to be honest in your answers#and it's also the game that saved my life. My life was truly forever changed after playing disco elysium.#If I recommend it to people it's a badge of the trust I have in you to appreciate something dear to me B'*)#If you decide to play: PLEASE go in as blind as possible. You will regret spoiling yourself.#edit: this is based on real disco elysium dialogue. HDB has many canon kinks but this is not one of them
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routeriver · 2 years
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chasing ghosts
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justanotherfanfolks · 2 months
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I'm finding everyone getting angry at Lilia being such a picky judge due to his Culinary Crimes tm so funny. I was exactly the same when I saw him give a 1 for the first time.
However, I have an extra reason I feel salty and betrayed and I need more people to talk about it.
Lilia is BIASED AS HECK!
I was happy to see Lilia judging because Lilia has judged twice before this point.
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In these Crucibles. And guess what? HE WAS A LENIENT JUDGE IN BOTH!
From the wiki:
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And my own screenshots from the Crucibles:
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Giving the exact same score as our Beloved Ruggie, Mr. Clean Plate Food is Food himself, and giving a 3 on the first time I did a recipe (where Epel and Kalim gave 1s, wow sirs). I loved to see Lilia. He was my favorite judge.
So after experiencing this, I was expecting this type of scoring this time around. But OH NO!
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WHY?!
Other judges don't have this kind of 180! Most they'll do is move a tier, and even then that only depends on if a "very" tier is there.
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So how does Lilia go from being a real one to Anton Ego in this Crucible?
My theory: Man's hecking biased.
Who cooked in those other Crucibles?
Clubmate Kalim and Malleus "Basically Lilia's Other Son" Draconia! THE FAVORITISM!
I jokingly suspected him of this Bias during In Pursuit of Eggcellence, but I decided against it because Lilia has a weird pallete. But here he is giving out 1s like he's writing binary code!
He doesn't have any strong, personal connections to Ace or Idia (well, he does with Idia, but he doesn't know that!). So he has no reason to be nice! (Though if he judges again and goes back to being lenient, that means he just had a vendetta against these two for some reason)
I think we need to be making him accountable for this, his judging is a whole conspiracy! HIS CRIMES GO DEEPER!
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featherymainffins · 2 months
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I hate to say it but I might have to admit that Redditors can be pretty based sometimes
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herebecritters · 5 months
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Can you draw flippy x flaky please
You’re lucky I love them ❤️
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Cursed Chimera
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"Wait is that lore?" moments in Antoine's return stream
These ones are likely jokes, but (you can use it in your headcanons):
With Tubbo, explaining his absence by saying "I was dead, I think, but not anymore, I was tired of being dead"
"I couldn't explain to you, it's out of my understanding how I'm dressed. The human mind cannot comprehend how I'm dressed and so the human brain shows it that way, but it isn't exactly like that. It's not powerful, it's just weird"
"You know me well!" "Heh, I know you as if I made you!" *silence* (closest to maybe serious)
These ones are more serious:
He isn't romantically interested by Cucurucho, he just likes his ass (that totally a human is aro that's what I mean)
He really missed Pomme, he stopped coming because without her it wasn't interesting anymore (this one is just cute)
Very invested in knowing what happened to the eggs while they were away
Accidentally gave Pomme one of the books Ourson (I think it's this one?) gave him, immediately panicking when he realized. When Pomme asks what it was, he first tries to pretend not to understand, and is pretty serious when he tells her that it's nothing; he'll tell her about it one day, and it's his little secret garden, everyone should be allowed to have secrets, don't she think? she isn't against secrets, right?
Certain that the eggs went to some kind of other dimensions/got doubles?? I mean there was a theory inspired by Stranger Things but despite what Pomme is saying he's not letting go of the idea
After asking Pomme if she met dark Cucurucho and she talks about the Watcher: "Je crois pas qu'on parle de la même chose. Là tu me parles de l'oeil, et moi je pense que je te parle de quelque chose d'autre. Je pense que tu me parles du Watcher... là où moi je te parle d'autre chose." ("I think we're not talking about the same thing. Here you're talking about the eye, and me I think I'm talking about something else. I think you're talking about the Watcher... when me I talk about something else" again how does he know the name "Watcher".)
Knows that Maximus is dead, when all the other players seem to have decided to play the "don't know if he's alive or dead" card (bonus: Antoine and Pomme talking about telling Aypierre, and Pomme thinking she won't be able to find the right words "I don't think there are right words..." ok im sad now thanks). Since we're at it, when reading Pomme diary where she worries about Baghera and Antoine being dead, saying they can't be dead, he doesn't share that worry in the slightest, as if he knows Baghera's not dead (this one's dubious and I am very willing to put it as cc!Antoine not thinking rp)
He and Pomme are talking about what she remembers of the Watcher and honestly the whole conversation deserves to be clipped and transcribed. To go with him name dropping the Watcher, he is now only calling it the creature with one eye because that's how Pomme calls it
Pomme explains that the Watcher was observing her and Richas and there was a threatening aura to it, so they immediately fled. Antoine in a very serious voice "You were right to, you were right to, you were right to. Because I think it's this person who was at the origin of your disappearance."
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yuesya · 1 month
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Gunther runs.
Behind him, there is a bestial roar, followed by a shrill human scream –one that cuts off into horrifying silence all to abruptly with a wet snap, the sound of tearing flesh and snapping bones. Something splatters heavily against his back. Damp, and warm.
Gunther continues running, forcing his legs to move faster, and faster.
It’s all he can do.
Terrifying monsters and ferocious beasts dominate these lands, and humans cower beneath them all. There are many who turn to the gods that walk among them instead, seeking protection, and yet–
And yet–
In old legends passed down by storytellers, this land had been ruled by humans, once. It had been an age of peace, and prosperity. But such times are long past, if they had ever truly existed at all. The current reality that they live in is a land where monsters prowl and beasts run wild, and of the few gods who remain…
Relying on the gods? Who could Gunther and his people rely on? The most powerful among the divine host are the beast-gods, and beasts do not care for humanity. Of the ones who are benevolent to humanity… 
The God of Fruit’s power is slowly diminishing, the bounty of her territory gradually declining with every passing season. And the most powerful among them, the God of Rain, had been slain in battle by the Wolf-king. So far, both the God of Fallen Leaves and the God of Mist that Gunther and his kin have approached following that catastrophe declined to accept them. To add more humans under their protection at such a juncture would be a strain, a burden. 
In order to at least ensure the safety of our own.
And so Gunther’s people march on, searching for a place where they can receive protection. Where they can call home.
Hopelessness. Desperation. Despair.
… But giving up is not an option. To give up is to die.
It’s for this very reason that Gunther continues running, running, running, determinedly tugging along his kinsmen beside him. He grabs wildly at the children who falter and stumble, all through the mind-numbing panic of his pulse thundering in his ears–
“DON’T STOP!” he bellows, through the cracked lines of his lips and his dry, burning throat. Through the exhaustion that batters away at his body, the invisible stones weighing down his limbs. “DON’T–”
The ground beneath his feet shakes, and Gunther trips, falls. Hot air scalds his body from behind, the bloody breath of the monstrous hound hunting him and his kinsmen for sport, and the dark shadow of its titanic bulk descends upon him–
–then, freezes.
Only for a moment, the monster inexplicably freezes in its tracks, ceasing its movements entirely.
Gunther is not about to take such an opportunity for granted; he instantly clambers to his feet to continue running. This causes the monster to growl as its prey escapes. Gunther chances a brief glance backwards, only to see the muscles on its body clench as it prepares to continue its chase–
But suddenly, its body slackens, and falls. 
The colossal mountain of a beast just –falls. Plummets to the ground in an ungainly, graceless heap, toppling down. The force of its fall is enough to send another earthquake through their surroundings, and Gunther slips in the mud once more. Something in his chest spikes from the sudden panic, at the knowledge that the beast is right there–
But the beast has fallen.
It falls, and… does not move again.
… 
Gunther stares, wide-eyed. 
It is in this moment, when his mind is still struggling to comprehend that this nightmarish monster is dead, that he finally realizes that there’s… something off about their surroundings. He hadn’t really been paying attention to it, during the mad rush to escape, but now that the imminent danger is gone… Gunther realizes that it’s far too quiet. The silence in their new, unknown surroundings is… unnerving. Unnatural.
Which doesn’t mean anything good.
Gunther sweeps his gaze out and rapidly scans the surrounding landscape. Left, and right. There’s nothing but muddy earth and light shrubbery. Desolate, and empty, save for his fellow kin around him who’ve also gradually slowed their footsteps at the beast’s sudden, inexplicable demise.
But… there’s nothing to explain it. Nothing to explain why the bloodthirsty monster pursuing them suddenly just –just dropped dead out of nowhere. There’s absolutely nothing to explain–
–no.
No, there is.
With a sudden start, Gunther realizes that he and his people aren’t alone here.
For above them, there is a young girl sitting in the barren branches of an old oak tree. 
A small slip of a girl, a little child who looks entirely out of place with her surroundings, pale-skinned and white-haired and dressed in nothing more than a single formless swathe of pristine white cloth wrapped around her body.
Most damningly of all, though, are her disinterested eyes that look down upon Gunther and his kin are a deep, abyssal blue. Blue, but not wholly blue, for there is an iridescent sheen that flickers within those dispassionate, inhuman eyes.
She’s not human. A god?
A sudden shiver runs down Gunther’s spine as he finally recognizes what he’s seeing. There’s no doubt about it.
Yet, at the same time…
“You are the one who saved us, aren’t you?” Somehow, Gunther manages to find his voice. Then, he swiftly bows his head, “Thank you.”
There is a long silence, in which the not-girl does not respond.
“… The dog was annoying.” Eerie blue eyes finally turn away from him, after that non-answer.
The appearance that she possessed, the aura that she exuded, the strength that she so very clearly wielded… there was no doubt about it. Despite wearing the form of a small, young child, there was no doubt that the entity sitting in the tree atop Gunther was a god.
A god who was… alone.
Was it because she was young, that she had no worshipers?
… But even if that was the case, she was still a god. A young god who was strong enough to kill the monster that had nearly wiped out Gunther’s clan without even moving from where she sat.
Gunther makes his decision.
“Please.” He knows full well that could be killed on the spot, for the impertinence to brazenly ask anything of a god. To ask for more, even after the god had already saved them, when they had no obligation to do so.
But Gunther also knows that his kinsmen can’t continue on like this –wandering aimlessly across the lands, constantly having their lives uprooted as they flee from monsters too powerful for mortals to face, always on the run.
“Would you… be willing to give us your protection?” he asks.
“Why?”
Does she not know? No… no, that couldn’t possibly be the case. Then… is this a test?
“Monsters such as the one you just killed number many upon these lands, and we lack the strength to defend ourselves” Gunther bows his head as he replies, forcing himself to steady his voice as best as he can, and slowly sinks to his knees. “My clan has no home, and we grow weary of endless wandering. We do not wish to die like this, as we inevitably will if we continue on as we are. Please, allow us to remain upon your lands. We would serve as your loyal worshipers, o mighty god.”
… There is no response. In this interval of silence, the wind sighs softly. A quiet breeze sweeps gently over them all, and even reaches up to lightly tousle the snow-white strands of the unknown god’s hair.
Gunther remains kneeling, staring fixedly at the ground in front of him while his fingers curl and dig into the dark, cold earth.
He doesn’t know how long he remains in this position. A single instant, perhaps, or maybe even an eternity.
“… Decarabian,” the god-child’s voice finally sounds in the air, and Gunther’s head snaps up –just in time to catch the sight of the divine entity uncurling her legs. She stands up gracefully, a movement that briefly reveals a pale expanse of flawless skin upon her limbs.
And it is with those unblemished legs that she descends from her high perch, barefooted. Dark blots immediately soil that fair, milky skin as her feet sink deep into the dirt and mud beside Gunther and his fellow kin.
“You may address me as ‘Decarabian,’” she says. “And… I don’t need worshipers. But you can stay.”
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adeleine-everyday · 2 months
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day 34
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catching her up on past events
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