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diamonddrive91 · 2 years
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Okay, so having read the most latest post from @kalorphic I got to thinking about a specific old chara of mine and wanted to share so here’s another info dump lol
Nathanael Schaffer
So Nathanael is a spy/assassin who is just....he’s a bit of a mess. He’s great at projecting this complete and utter doofus that no one would expect to be good at his job but give him any sort of projectile, especially a bow and arrow, and you have one of the most dangerous people you will ever find. He’s highly intelligent, at least when it comes to people and survival, can calculate trajectory and angles on the fly without having to really think about it, and is fluent in seven languages, proficient in two others, and knows a variety of curses and insults in eight more. But his self-esteem is shit and he prefers being underestimated so he’ll always tell people he’s not smart or deflect praise towards others. He’s got a big heart and will point out people’s best aspects like it’s the only job he could ever have but when it comes to himself, you’ll never really hear him giving himself any sort of praise. He’s tough as hell on himself, though he doesn’t see it that way. Nathanael adores dogs and Disney and has been known to detour on the job just to pet a dog because hello, dog. His best friend is a tough as nails assassin/spy who doesn’t really tend to lighten up unless he’s around, often intimidating the hell out of any who cross her path, but he maintains that she’s a total sweetheart if you get to know her. A sweetheart who can kill you with her pinky if she wants, but a sweetheart. Nathanael brings out her goofy side and there’s even been instances of the two belting out Disney songs while on the job, particularly the ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’ and ‘love is an open door’ songs from Frozen while in the middle of gunfights. Their opponents were both confused as hell and very amused.
Nathanael’s got hearing issues and has to have hearing aids at all times. It’s not something he likes sharing, in fact it’s one of his greatest insecurities. He came from a very rough childhood and though he adores physical contact, he still tends to shy away from it though he hides it the best he can. His usual approach to things is ‘get it done’ even and especially if it’s a risk to his own safety, not that he tends to realize it. Despite his apparent openness and friendliness to others, he’s truthfully more of the quiet observer and does not trust easy. His self preservation instincts are absolutely shit, he takes risks like it’s going out of style, and is extremely well acquainted with many of the dumpsters around his neck of the woods. He’s got a talent for stumbling into the weirdest situations and trouble but he’s also very lucky and usually manages to get out of those situations with only a few broken bones. Hence how he wound up with his doggo, who totally has him wrapped around their paw. 
When it comes to his dog, Nathanael’s a total pushover. One look from that one eyed, three legged doggo and Nathanael will drop everything, sometimes even literally. He’s apparently quite the fantastic pillow if the sheer amount of times his dog’s sprawled across him means anything. Nathanael’s got a bit of a thing about ‘accidental’ adoption of strays, which his friends often tease him about. Met a doggo in trouble? Adopted the doggo. Met a baby assassin with trust issues and a penchant for violence? Adopted the assassin. Met twins on the run? Adopted the twins. None of that officially of course but nevertheless. He still hasn’t caught on that they’ve all adopted him in return. 
Nathanael doesn’t understand that people actually like him and care about his general well being. When confronted with that, he often opts for denial and complete ignorance. He’s constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, to be left behind in the dust. There’s only one who’s gotten it into his thick head that they do care and that’s his bestie. He’s long learned that doubting she cares about him will end with one of two results: her kicking his ass or the silent, disappointed mom look. Nathanael does not do well with disappointing people he cares about. It makes him feel all squirmy and antsy and when not properly used, tends to result in him going way too far trying to turn it around and getting himself hurt. 
some random little fact-os about Nathanael include: -ADORES purple -whenever he can, he’ll be where the dogs are. that means volunteering at shelters, frequenting dog parks, spending hours in pet stores. He’s a total sucker for dogs and makes literally zero secrets of that -has an older brother but the two of them aren’t in touch. if they need to get ahold of each other, they have one of the, to quote his best friend, ‘most convoluted, inane method of communication to be found on this planet’. Meaning they literally will take out random ads in newspapers and hope the other one ends up seeing it -if it weren’t for his best friend, would have died years ago. the reasons for which include: she makes sure he eats more than just pizza and doesn’t drink coffee at all hours of the day, she drags him to medical when needed and literally sits on him to avoid him making any daring escapes, she’s death glared/threatened pretty much everyone who’s dared try to harm him, and she’s mastered guilt tripping him into employing many of the less dangerous methods of survival he’s considered when on the job -the higher up he is, the calmer he is -a shifter! his shifted form is the most obnoxiously purple Puple Martin you’ll ever see. it’s absolutely tiny as well and he’s literally managed to make a mini crossbow for this form. He spent four hours cracking up the first time he used it because his best friend recorded it and they both maintain it’s one of the funniest things they’ve ever seen: a 6′4″, 212 lb man running screaming from a miniscule armed bird -whenever he’s not being monitored at all times, he’s a freaking unrivalled escape artist when put into medical. not even being cuffed to the bed can stop him. -big fan of vents -extremely good at fitting in places he shouldn’t be able to. he’s very good at contorting himself -nestssssssssssssssssssssssss. He’s got them all over, hidden away, and doesn’t talk about them. Ever. He tends to steal clothes and blankets from the people he cares about to put in his nests but will return them once they stop smelling of whoever he took them from. He’s completely mortified at the idea of anyone finding out about them. Of course, his best friend knows about them but they’ve got an unspoken agreement that she NEVER says a word about them. Still, every so often he’ll find a new blanket or pillow or leather jacket that smells of his bestie that he never put in there. 
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so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
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hayden-christensen · 3 days
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It all started with a farmboy, a scoundrel, a princess, and a dark lord...
HAPPY STAR WARS DAY STAR WARS WEEK 2024 DAY 6: MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU
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lylahammar · 3 months
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Senshi doesn't often cook for other people 🧐
I was heavily inspired by @fruit00's Senshi drawing for the way I drew him! c:
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amu-says-hav-says · 9 months
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I can’t believe I went through all of Season 2 assuming Nina was the stand-in for Crowley when you actually pay attention it’s so CLEAR that she’s Aziraphale. I was tricked by her spiky, sarcastic, cynical outer shell and lulled into a false sense of security by Maggie’s bubbly optimism and wholesome goodness, because on the surface they reflect the ineffable husbands perfectly, in their personalities, their aesthetics, even many of their actions and morals. but not, and this is the real key, when it comes to their “relationship”. but those first impressions really had me damn fooled. 
I missed the blatantness of Nina’s “we’re just friends. actually we’re not friends. we barely know each other.” the same thing Aziraphale said in season 1.  the way he still struggles to quantify their friendship when Nina asks. Nina’s sarcasm when Crowley asks about rain and awnings because it worked for him (we all know it LMAO). hell, that whole convo the girls have in the rain is so AziraCrow (“I know. I’m not your type” “...You have no idea” hits so much harder the second time, help meeeee.) “Lindsay” maybe being symbolic of Heaven and Aziraphale’s toxic relationship with them and their abuse? (the handwritten text messages in red pen make me think of angry notes on paperwork, anyone else?) because Crowley has never actually cared about what Hell thinks of him, just not getting into trouble (or him or Aziraphale getting hurt). Maggie is always chasing Nina. NINA NEVER GOES IN THE RECORD STORE. Just like Crowley always goes to the bookstore, to Aziraphale, Zira NEVER WENT TO THE FLAT (apart from The Swap but that doesn’t count imo). Crowley has always chased Zira, not the other way around. Always there to rescue him, always going to him for company, always relying on their shared connection, always US. OUR SIDE. All through season one, he comes to Zira every time to work together, never trying to work alongside Hell in any way that isn’t to save their skins or Earth, while Zira hides things from Crowley because he STILL thinks Heaven is ultimately good and will do the right thing if he can just show them. fix it from the inside. 
Maggie working up the courage to finally say something, to put herself out there, while Nina is utterly oblivious and then when she does realise Maggie has feelings, becoming standoffish, putting up that barrier, fighting it, denying it, ITS SO CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT ORDER. the way I was fooled into thinking Nina’s trust issues are Crowley because he does have trust issues ofc he does BUT Crowley has ALWAYS TRUSTED AZIRAPHALE. has always relied on him. has always been hurt when Aziraphale doesn’t immediately reciprocate the way he expects (the holy water request, the bandstand, the “off in the stars” etc). he’s always the one putting himself forward. Aziraphale has always been the one to second guess everything, to fight their connection, their similarities, their friendship. the girls really made me think it was going to be okay when they sat Crowley down, even as my inner sirens were going haywire about Metatron interfering, they were telling Crowley he just needs to open up and it’ll all work out BUT HE’S ALREADY AT THAT POINT. he may not say it, and by gosh is that part of their damn problem, but he’s always SHOWN IT. he’s not Nina who needs time to heal and recover from her broken trust, he’s always been Maggie believing it doesn’t matter, they’ll end up together in the end anyway AND I WALKED RIGHT INTO THE TRAP THAT THIS MEANT THEY WERE GOING TO BE OKAYYYYYYYYYYY
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.
(for @frummpets)
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jsheios · 5 months
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So Hilda season 3. (This post has nothing to do with hilda season 3)
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Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. It’s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. It’s just… well, Steve isn’t too sure what it is. But every time, it’s the same damn thing.
He collapses onto Steve’s chest and says:
“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”
Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesn’t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddie’s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.
Which is saying a lot.
Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.
Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddie’s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.
The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.
Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddie’s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type that’s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding. 
Eddie hasn’t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.
And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddie’s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.
The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry about  how mauled he’s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddie’s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.
That’s when it happens. That’s when Eddie’s strange habit makes an early appearance. 
He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time: 
“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”
“Okay, time out.” Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddie’s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice. 
Eddie blinks a few times. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.
He’ll bring that up some other time. “Why do you keep saying that?”
“Saying what?”
“That… thing.” Steve barely can spit it out.  It’s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit he’s about to say. “You keep calling me… a cyborg or something.” 
“Oh that.” Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. “It’s your fault actually.”
“How is it my fault? I don’t even know what fucking language you’re speaking.”
Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steve’s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.
“Remember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?” He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him. 
No. “Kinda?”
Steve hesitates before walking over. He didn’t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, so…
Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.
He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.
“Well, I couldn’t find them.” Eddie admits. “So I ended up going through your desk drawers.”
Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.
“Ended up finding a binder full of medical records.”
Well shit.
Steve’s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie. 
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?”
“Dunno. Hardly even remember it.” That’s only partly true. Steve doesn’t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.
But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.
“Well, that’s why. You're part-machine.” Eddie points to Steve’s head, expression softening. “And every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.”
Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again. 
They’re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.
“Hey, Eddie.”
“Yeah?”
Steve stares hard at the pillows. “Are cyborgs like… cool?”
Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steve’s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.
“Yeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.”
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kitmarlowe · 6 months
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"We want certainty, security, to believe that people are evil or heroic. But that's not how people are. You want to know the secrets of existence? Start with the mysteries of the heart. I can show you everything if you stop being afraid of what you don't understand. If you trust me."
JODIE WHITTAKER AS THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR (2017-2022)
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kelpermoosee · 27 days
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“Summers flew on the wings of fall
Simple life and world so small
(Say I haven’t lost it all)” -🎶
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tubbytarchia · 2 months
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For a rancher request, can your Tango carry Jimmy? (If not then the other way around is cool too!)
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Yes he can!! Jimmy looks so terribly small no matter how I try to draw him in Tango's hold lmao please ignore it I really tried
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canisalbus · 10 months
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hi i hope you don't mind me asking! who are some of the artists that inspire your work and if any art movements too, which ones? i absolutely adore your work and wanna dive into the artists that inspire you because you fill me with so much inspiration 💫
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Duilio Cambellotti
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Paul Jouve
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Norbertine Bresslern-Roth
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J. C. Leyendecker
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Théophile Alexandre Steinlen
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Akseli Gallen-Kallela
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Harry Clarke
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Nico Marlet
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Mike Mignola
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Carl Otto Czeschka
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Alphonse Mucha
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Klaus Haapaniemi
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Sanna Annukka
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Takato Yamamoto
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Ivan Bilibin
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Gennady Pavlishin
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Evgeni Rachev
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Ludvig Hohlwein
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Tove Jansson
Just to name a few that have influenced me a lot and continue to live in my head permanently! Sorry about the long post, I thought it'd be helpful if I included examples.
My favorite art movement is art nouveau, I like poster art and antique fairytale illustrations a lot, and in terms of art history I'm most interested in renaissance, early baroque and gloomy 19th century romanticism.
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lokimobius · 4 months
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LOKI S02E02 “Breaking Brad”
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nightgoodomens · 8 months
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Michael Sheen probably: I am NOT a bad kisser! Neil put “don’t kiss back” in red capital letters in my script!
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bluastro-yellow · 7 months
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Kurvitz stresses that Kim doesn't actually have a character sheet hidden in Disco Elysium's code. Imagining that Lieutenant Kitsuragi has only one natural attribute point in Motorics helps the ZA/UM team to understand the depth of his character beyond what's referenced in the game's dialogue. "We just came up with this stuff for coherency," says Kurvitz. "And because we're nerds."
"I like to think Kim has a Thought Cabinet project called Revolutionary Aerostatic Brigades that he's worked on since he was a teenager," Kurvitz says. "This raises the learning caps for his Reaction Speed and Interfacing."
Kim's high Volition skill makes him impervious to prying, Kurvitz says, as the detective can find out on occasions being met with Kim's brick-wall resolve. Kim often chastises these whims of the detective's, but will occasionally play along. The Lieutenant finds his new partner funny, says Kurvitz.
Kim is naturally shit at Motorics and thinks Harry is funny source
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dandelion-roots · 5 months
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[ID: a digital redraw of the scene where chuuya shoots dazai in the shoulder. on the top of the drawing is chuuya holding a guy to dazai's head in the red and grey hallways of the prison. on the bottom of the drawing is dazai's pained face. the gunshot is shown stylistically as hectic lines behind his bloody shoulder. over the image is half a quote from goncharov that reads 'if we really were in love you wouldn't have missed.' the signature says dandelion-roots. end ID]
This quote from Goncharov (1973) in relation to soukoku has been haunting me from before I even got to that scene in the anime (the full thing is: Katya- Of course we're in love, that's why I tried to shoot you/ Goncharov- If we really were in love you wouldn't have missed). Violence as a tool for communicating emotions, especially love and hatred, especially love and hatred makes me go feral- how could I not think of the iconic quote that says that katya's miss was a sign of a lack of love/a fake love when chuuya didn't miss? Just... losing it over here.
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