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cerealforkart · 6 months
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Dungeons and Daddies the Manga Lesson 45: Hell or High Father
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kneecap-homicide · 4 months
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And that pretty much sums up the plot of 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea
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bananaphone---t · 1 year
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"I can't feel my legs." or "You're shaking." for the prompts list? >:)c
Hello, Anon! So sorry it's taken me so long to get to this! Regardless, I hope I was able to bring whatever you visioned to life, and if not, I hope you still enjoy it. 💕
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That's What I Was Gonna Say
“You can do this, Robbie. You can do this. It’s just asking that stupid, flippity-floppity blue elf on a date. It can't be that hard,” Robbie said.
The villain was finally going to do it.
He’d been secretly pining for the love of his nemesis for years. He’d tried time and again to leave small hints of his feelings for the elf, but it seemed that the blue-clad man was too oblivious to catch on.
So, it was up to Robbie to initiate the first step in taking their relationship further. And that day would be today. And if things went south? Well... He’d be crushed... devastated... heartbroken...
Robbie shook the thoughts from his head. “No matter. If he says no, I’ll just... use those feelings to fuel my intense hatred for him and his gross... healthiness... ness... ”
“Hi, Robbie!”
Letting out a girlish shriek, the villain jumped a foot in the air, before being caught and held by a pair of strong arms. After a moment of clinging for his life to the hero, Robbie looked around. Upon noticing nothing that frightening was nearby, he began to squirm in the other man’s arms. “Let me go!”
Sportacus smiled slightly. “As you wish,” he said as he gently set the other man on his feet, “Sorry for scaring you, Robbie.” Now with both feet on the ground, the taller of the pair tugged on the bottom of his vest, straightening it out, then ran a hand over his slicked-back hair. “I... I wasn’t scared... I... I meant to do that...” he said, tone nonchalant.
Sportacus smiled fondly, nodding his head in playful agreement. Robbie cleared his throat. “But, uh... even if I was scared... You can...” He stood taller. “You can hardly blame me, considering your habit of sneaking around, Sportascare.”
Sportacus’s smile seemed to dim slightly. “Sorry, Robbie.”
Oh, no, no, no. Not a fading smile. No... If it drops any further he’s going to get that terrible kicked puppy look on his face!
“Uh... Don’t worry about it... Anyways, I...” He cleared his throat again, standing at his full height. “All right, now listen up, Sportaflop. I’ve something very important to say, and I’m only going to say it once, so you better be able to hear me even with those pointy ears of yours being hidden.”
Sportacus subconsciously reached on of his hands up, grazing it over the side of his hat where the tip of an elf ear was hiding underneath, wondering how Robbie seemed know about them when he’s never taken his hat off.
“I know what you’re thinking and I’m not stupid, okay?” Robbie sighed, upon noticing the behavior.
Sportacus’s frown from earlier deepened. “I know that, Robbie... What makes you think I would think that? You’re...” He a took step closer to the other man, taking his hands in his.
Robbie raised a brow, a frown forming on his own face—different than his normal scowling frown; rather than it’s usually malice, this one held... concern. “You’re shaking.”
There. For the first time since their interaction, the blue kangaroo’s smile actually came back, albeit small.
“To tell you the truth, I have been shaking ever since I came down from the airship to talk to you...” A deep breath. “An-anyways... You... You shouldn’t sell yourself short, Robbie... You’re really smart, smarter than I think you give yourself enough credit for... When it comes to plans and inventions... you’re an absolute genius!”
The elf turned his head away, though as he did, Robbie could swear he saw his cheeks beginning to take on a rosey hue.
“You’re smart... and funny... and handsome... and kind... and... even though we're complete opposites, I... I’ve kinda found myself... liking that... about us... I... I like that you challenge me... and Robbie, I just... I’ve gotta say this before I lose my nerve...” He then turned his brilliant blue eyes up to meet greenish-grey ones—Robbie always reminded him of the ocean; calm and gentle until something sets the waves into further motion, and his eyes were a perfect example of that; calm and greenish-grey now, but stormy when he was sad or angry, bluer when he was happy- okay, he’d better stop.
��Robbie Rotten... I love you...”
Robbie’s eyes widened.
“Y-You...” he pointed a finger at Sportacus, “love... me...?” he then pointed his finger toward himself.
Sportacus’s gaze shyly turned to the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck, making the man before the him look a far cry from the usually-so-confident hero. “Y-yeah.”
A grin grew on Robbie's face before he let out a laugh. Sportacus looked up at him with a mixture of surprise, offense, and confusion. “What’s so funny?"
“Nothing really,” Robbie said with a slight chuckle still. “It’s just that... Well, that's what I was on my way to tell you!”
Sportacus’s own eyes widened before he let out a small chuckle of his own. “Really?” “Yes!”
The two of them continued to laugh together, before finally, Sportacus grabbed the front of Robbie’s vest, making his eyes widen.
“I love you, Robbie Rotten...” he said softly, then pulled the other man into a kiss.
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Mile/Kinn
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thequeenofsastiel · 2 years
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Why in the hell didn't Porsche try to shoot Gun when his weapon was lowered?
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hide-in-imagination · 2 years
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Okay but, before I go to sleep, I just wanna say- DAMN YOU FOR MAKING ME WATCH THEM FUCK WITH MY OWN TWO EYES. FOR *4 WHOLE EPISODES*. I'M CRINGING STILL.
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christopher-bryant · 2 years
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if youre new to marvel or new to moon knight and want more content since the show ended, grab a moon knight comic! despite what you may hear, there is no actual wrong place to start. there are many stories and runs and all different. whatever catches your eye or summary draws you in, go for it. the fun thing about comics is the ability to jump around so you never really run out of things to read if you seek more. a lot will complain about needing to know things and having context going jnto an issue but it really does not matter and its not essential to follow along. go nuts and have fun and read moon knight because its a series and character who does not disappoint in the slighest and thats coming from me. i can find any little thing to complain about. not with mk i cant.
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mizgnomer · 8 months
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Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part One
Links to [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] [ Part Four ]
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clown-owo · 11 months
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been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading
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moondustinfj · 2 months
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ribbittrobbit · 25 days
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lancteu · 2 months
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this has drained me of my will to live
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sonseulsoleil · 6 months
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dear god please just give the pirates their quiet seaside inn and the angel and demon their little cottage in the south downs before I lose my mind completely
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sanctus-ingenium · 2 months
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i run towards my own death / i run to live another day
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cozylittleartblog · 4 months
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worst way to start my new year, thanks. i have a lot of things to say about these companies but i'm tired and just keeping it focused to the pin side of things for this one. do not ever buy pins from these companies, literally ALL of them are stolen from small artists like me. if you want to buy enamel pins, check out etsy, and artist's personal websites and shops! (though even Etsy has some bootleg pins that ship straight from china, so tread carefully…)
Every pin I've designed is, thus far, EXCLUSIVE to my etsy. if you find it anywhere else, it's been ripped off! and once these stupid bootlegs pop up, it's basically a never ending game of whack-a-mole trying to get them all taken down...
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inkskinned · 3 months
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crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.
i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.
in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.
i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.
i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.
plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.
the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.
we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.
i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.
a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.
today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.
loved beyond thinking.
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