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#idk if you can call it that lmao
shima-draws · 3 months
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Ghost Cora AU where he’s actually been following Law around ever since he died but nobody has been able to see him, so all he’s able to do is watch Law get hurt and suffer in silence. UNTIL, miraculously, the battle of Dressrosa ends, and for some strange reason—through some supernatural bullshit or maybe just fate—one person is finally able to see him.
Law is sitting on the deck of the Yonta Maria watching everyone party when Luffy comes trotting over to him. And Luffy plops down beside him and says, “I’ve been meaning to ask, Torao, but who’s that really tall blonde guy with the funny makeup that’s been following you around?”
And Law’s just like
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itsthislake · 3 months
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Old Friends.
Long story short, I saw this post and got possessed by the shuggy spirit.
Credit goes to galactic-mystics-writes for the poem(? text? this is a poem right?). Enjoy!
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bardicbird · 1 month
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Working on my own Disco Elysium skills! Individual art pieces and descriptions (in the style of the game) below the cut :]
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DIALECTICS
Examine verbal landscapes. Get to the truth of the matter.
Cool for: Logicians, Philosophers, Asshole Devil’s Advocates
Dialetics urges you to look beyond the basics of conversation. It encourages you to discuss theories, truths and falsehoods, until you exhaust everyone around you with your sheer affinity for taking the most convoluted routes to your deductions—but, hey, it works! Those people are only *really* annoyed because you very accurately psychoanalyzed them.
At high levels, Dialectics will help you reason with even the most convoluted of situations. You will be an unstoppable detective, who may occasionally suffer from some unintended side effects such as: your brain and mouth moving too fast, overcomplicating little things, becoming an insufferable jerk, and joining your local debate team. With low levels of Dialectics, you’re going to have a difficult time seeing through both worldly and interpersonal deceptions. You may find yourself being taken advantage of. 
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EVOCATION
Recall emotions and imagery. Paint complete pictures of the past. 
Cool for: Visualizers, Chronic Observers, Witnesses Of Crimes
Evocation allows you to call forth memories that may otherwise be lost in the recesses of your mind. Previous instances of sound, touch, taste, feeling, sight—all of these are at your beck and call: able to be summoned within and around you in a great miasma of experience. You will be able to relive important events, even those that were only mere seconds, and examine them closer to reveal what you couldn’t comprehend in the moment. 
At high levels, Evocation will help you reimagine scenes that may have happened years ago, lasted the length of a blink—or, perhaps, even allow you to picture memories that you were not present for. You will find yourself constantly transported to the past: a single whiff of a familiar perfume enough to completely derail your senses. With low levels of Evocation, you’re going to have a hard time remembering simple conversations and potentially important visual details. You will have to rely on others in such scenarios. 
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BODY OF LAWS
Know your rights. Remember fun courtroom trivia. 
Cool for: Lawyers, Law-Evaders, Stick-In-The-Muds
Body Of Laws is responsible for your ability to follow the law at any given time—or don’t! Just because you know the rules doesn’t mean you have to play by them. Regardless, it certainly allows you to recall a, frankly, embarrassing amount of your government’s regulations, and may encourage you to ‘stay in your lane’, so to speak, regarding them. Governments aren’t the only entities that enact rules, though: you will also find yourself privy to understanding unspoken boundaries set by people, nature, and even your subconscious self.
At high levels, Body Of Laws will either make you an *extremely* insufferable goody-two-shoes, or a *wildly* effective cheat-of-the-system. You may end up feeling suffocated by all these restrictions you can so clearly see, causing you to become complicit with the movings of the machine—or potentially apathetic to why we need some of these restrictions in the first place. With low levels of Body Of Laws, you may find yourself accidentally violating boundaries you didn’t know existed—whether they be legal, personal, or cultural. 
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120percents · 8 months
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i just think it’s so funny that zoro does not even wanna comment on the usokaya situation when usopp explicitly asks and he very pointedly looks away when they kiss and yet he proceeds to butt in every single time sanji flirts with a woman or implies he knows about romance to redirect attention back on himself like god i wonder where your interests lie…
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wrylu · 3 months
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FUCK!!! it's finally done. after a whole day
COD CHARACTERS, but they're B U G S
cw insects!! if you get hibbie jibbies from buggo art or just bugs in general, u can scroll💗
and for those who wanna see the art, it looks better if you click on it and zoom in on it or something :)
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the worms in my brain bothered me last night to draw cod characters but they're bugs and this morning i started IMMEDIATELY
at the cost of my fingers, wrists, and hands 🕊
the amount of tags on this one.
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eebie · 1 month
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craycraybluejay · 3 months
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yeah yeah you hate me I'm an evil disgusting perverted manwhore we have each other blocked everywhere blah blah but I know you still jerk off to me and I know it makes you hate yourself a bit because you don't have the strength to accept the darker parts of your desire. but you can't help yourself and I take pleasure in the knowledge.
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aeb-art · 3 months
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soooo… i did another comic with geo (who of course belongs to @8um8le)! it ending up stretching the page quite a bit, so the rest is under the cut o7
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and geo proceeded to win every single round of pool that night, the end, thank you for reading this far 🙇
i'm still not super confident in writing for geo, but i had too much fun with this to care ehehe 🥰 this is the year of indulgence, everyone!
edit: i just realized that I PUT THE CICUITS ON THE WRONG ARM! it's supposed to be on my right not my left, oh i'm so mad 😭💔
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delicatepointofview · 2 years
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LOUIS TOMLINSON — Late Night Berlin
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soupmanspeaks · 2 months
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something something glammike thing where annoying ghost hunters come to the pizzaplex and ask questions about william and the MCI and the hauntings and some influencers rent the place from time to time for that sweet sweet fazclout and this really peeves glamfreddy because Michael knows firsthand that this isn't something you really want to poke about (maybe for the fun of it, and CC's personal suggestion, Glamfreddy makes a snide comment about biting the ghost hunters lol)(they probably know what it means lmao)
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zerodaryls · 6 months
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it's so funny (read: sad) that if bigoted fuckheads didn't insist i was a woman simply by virtue of my body at birth, i'd probably be chill with she/her pronouns in addition to he/they. if my mom didn't insist i was her daughter, i'd probably let her call me that, and we could still have a relationship.
i'm nonbinary and 'gendered' words are hypothetically meaningless, but because there are so many people who are more interested in telling me who i am rather than lovingly and curiously letting me express my own sense of self, those words carry trauma.
there's no reason a nonbinary person like myself can't be a son and a child and a daughter. there's no reason a nonbinary person like me can't go by he, they, and she.
'she' is not a slur. 'daughter' is not derogatory. 'beautiful' 'pretty' 'gorgeous' 'feminine' are not insults.
to the contrary, they're parts of language that express certain facets of a multi-faceted human existence, like mine.
and i have this sad, mournful feeling that if it weren't for unloving, condescending people, i'd probably be down to be called any of those things alongside my usual masculine/neutral terminology.
but i'd rather die than let anyone tell me what i have to be called.
#i try to reclaim 'feminine' words for myself in private#calling myself 'babygirl' when i need to chill out. or saying i feel pretty. or going 'she needs help' when i'm struggling lmao.#but there's still so much fucking trauma in those words from the people who've forced them on me#who've snarled in my face that GOD made me ONE THING and ONE THING ONLY and that's a WOMAN (stepdad)#who've guilted me for taking their precious perfect daughter away as if i'm fucking dead (mother)#who've mocked me and everyone like me as if we're not the experts on our own sense of self (general transphobic public)#like. i'm not a fucking man. i'm not a fucking woman. i'm nonbinary. gender is absurdity as a concept. i'm done with it.#but being called a man or a son or a guy or 'he' or WHATEVER in that vein is fine and dandy because i've never had anyone say#'that is all you can EVER be'. or worse: 'that is what GOD made you to be and you have a ROLE to fill'#(christianity pls die approximately yesterday thanku 💖)#so yeah. idk. ranting yet again about Cis Audacity.#the complete lack of empathy. the lack of curiosity even.#the condescending bullshit. the 'i understand you better than you do'. the fucking AUDACITY.#i am the expert on myself. i am the ONLY expert on myself. period. no contest. not a debate.#i understand myself better than anyone else is CAPABLE of understanding me.#i could call myself 'she' and understand that i meant it in a nonbinary way.#in fact i could even see myself letting other trans people call me feminine terms at some point in the future. when i've healed more.#but cis people? probably not. they can call me 'he' or 'they' or they can fuck off & never get to know me because they don't wanna know ME#/end rant#any terfs/bigots that try to touch this post will be swiftly blocked and quite possibly cursed. have the day you deserve <3
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fruitsyrups · 3 months
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the worst thing about fionna and cake that nobody talks about is when they say "holy shmow zow". like what the fuck are you talking about. that isn't a thing. i hate it so much, like, inexplicably. actually no it is explicable because its fucking stupid. sorry. im really normal and i have very normal and reasonable feelings about normal things.
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akkivee · 3 months
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Imagine if Kuukou did become a vtuber. We all know Ichiro would be a fan of vtubers. One day, Ichiro is looking around looking for a vtuber to watch, and he finds one who seems familiar? He clicks on it to hear Kuukou's voice and how Kuukou is trying to convince people to donate to him so he can create the metaverse temple. Of course, after that, Ichiro becomes his number one supporter (and some anonymous person who might or might not be Hitoya)
lol kuukou’s vtuber experience trying to get his metaverse hub world up and running will probably go like
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‘chat, imma be real with y’all, i don’t know what the hell i’m supposed to do with this’
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snekdood · 10 months
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bitches be like. i hate vegans so much that i’ve decided i like killing animals and its fine and i dont feel bad and animals dont have feelings and its fine and im cool subversive and different and edgy and like to post fucked up stuff to make vegans uncomfortable bc im just so cool
#you sound like every cishet republican man to me#you're not a Cool Subversive Leftist you're literally regressing by seeing animals as just objects of your pleasure and thats it lmao#im sorry but you dont just get to throw out all of veganism. it does infact have some roots in leftism.#you can sit there and cope with the fact you agree w some vegan talking point by calling it 'animal welfare' all you want#doesnt change the fact that a lot of those ideas in those circles were formed by vegans.#damn woooah vegans arent a monolith and dont all agree on the same shit woooahhh who knew#literally i have no idea how we even got to this point or how this would be surprising.#when i was on vegan twitter bitches were arguing all the fucking time within it. ur really gonna sit ther en tell me they're all secret#eco fash that hates native ppl and people who have to eat meat? ya sure???#you would think the individuals on tumblr- of all places- would understand how frustrating it would be to be grouped in with the worst#members of their community as if you represent them and are the sole spokesperson#you'd think they'd hate when someone jumps to conclusions about them based on their lifestyle#but naur. i think yall take it too personally. as if a vegan just being in a room is somehow trying to force you to be vegan.#literally grow tf up.#if a vegan being in the same room with you triggers feelings in you that you Have to stop eating meat- i really think thats a you problem#bud. homeboy hasnt even spoke to you leta lone look at you and apparently you feel this weird pressure now#idk man dont you think that pressure might be coming within?? maybe.... you do infact feel things and feel a lil guilty abt eating meat?#not telling you to stop... i still eat meat here n there. but at least im honest with myself about how it makes me feel to do it.#its infact normal to take a second to think about the loss someone made in exploitation to provide you with whatever.#if you can let yourself feel a lil guilt about buying a fast fashion thing you can sure as fuck finally extend your fuckin empathy to#animals and stop treating them like objects or toys.
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mishapen-dear · 7 months
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Charlie tugs the brush through Flippa's hair haltingly, careful not to hurt her. Sensitive head, but she didn't complain a bit, staying right in place.
It's fine! It's fine, just another change, but that's okay. As long as she's here. He leans back, studying her.
"Okay Flippa! Now that we've got all the knots out of your hair, we've got a pick a hair style."
Flippa looks up at him. He can't see her eyes behind her glasses -had they always been so opaque?- but he can imagine them big, wide with joy, just like they'd been when he had first asked her to pick out a colour for her bed. She doesn't say anything, but that's normal, so Charlie does what Charlie does best and keeps talking. "There's all sorts of options! A braid? Would you like a braid? I don't know if I can get it all twisty, but- or there's pigtails! Or- uh, a ponytail? Do you like ponytails, Flippa?" He imagines that her mouth twitches up in a smile, and he smiles warmly back at her. She doesn't respond for a moment, and then nods quickly.
"Great! That's great! Okay, okay- ponytail, how do you do a ponytail..." he trails off in a mumble to himself, squinting at her hair suspiciously like it's a pit of vipers. Usually, he's too goopy for hair things, so Ma- his bitch wife would take care of Flippa's hair, instead.
...Charlie can still remember the one morning he had come upstairs to find his puta esposa sitting with Flippa on her bed, peacefully braiding her hair. They had been gently lit by the light of the Corner Flames, and Mariana had looked more... content than Charlie can remember ever seeing him before.
But that was the past, and this is the now, and so it doesn't matter! His bitch wife is gone, his precious huevito is here, and Charlie has to wipe his hands off on a towel again just so he doesn't slime up Flippa's hair and force them to wash it for a fourth time! It's fine! It's all fine!
Flippa is still staring at him.
"It's fine," he promises her, loudly, and then wipes his hands again. "I'm not- we're not too goopy! We're just goopy enough, which is not goopy at all, and you're not going to need another bath, and we even remembered the elastics this time!" A single drop of water falls down her nose.
He's still holding the towel up, and she awkwardly leans forwards to boop her nose against it to wipe the drop away - just like he'd playfully tapped her after her first bath. He laughs a little and twists the towel just in time to not goop her up all over again. "Yes, Flippa! Yeah! We get dry after baths so the moist demons don't get us!" He runs his hand over her hair and presses a quick kiss to the top of her head, and his skin buzzes with prickles of static electricity. Funny, isn't it? That didn't used to happen. But maybe Hell just gave his daughter superpowers.
No, that was definitely it. She couldn't physically drag him around BH (Before Hell) the way she could now. He had an awesome, superpowered daughter who had a bit of an accent and glasses so opaque he didn't know how she could see, and it was all fine and normal and more than he deserved.
Flippa was still staring at him. He smiled shakily back at her, and picked up some elastics. "Okay, turn around, Flippa," he urged her, and ran his hands, gentle, through her hair when she did. Ponytail, ponytail... that was the point of this. He definitely knew how to do this. He definitely knew how many elastics he needed for this.
How had Mariana done it...? Pull the hair to the back of her head, then pull it through the loops... some number of times. It didn't look right, so he added another elastic, and then another, and there was hair fritzing out of the elastics and he added five in total and Flippa sat there through it all and Charlie was- okay, it wasn't good, it wasn't what she deserved, but it was the best he could do and wasn't that good enough? Wasn't he good enough?
He urges her to get up and turn around so he could see his handiwork, and she does so without complaint.
...She doesn't look right.
He's going to be sick. He feels sick. Her hair is pulled back behind her ears, and it's- it's not like he did badly, actually, because it looks perfectly fine from the front and when you're not looking too closely at the back but she doesn't look like her. He fucked it up, he fucked her up, and there is something too-tight in his chest and something too-large in his mouth.
Her glasses. Her expression. The skin that shines too softly in the dim light and the clothes that fit too well. The scars. The hands resting, loose down at her side instead of curled up in her skirt or playing with her gun or covered in crumbs from all the avocado toast- the hair pulled back from her face. It's wrong. She looks so wrong.
He realizes she's gotten close again when she takes his hand, and he realizes he can't breathe at the same time. Her hands are immediately coated in a thick layer of slime -oh, great, he's gooping again!- and she holds him tightly. "It's okay, Flippa," he gasps out, and tries desperately to get his breathing under control. For her, for her, he needs to be okay for her, he can't fail her again, he can't- he needs to- for her. "Papa just- Papa just- I just-"
Flippa leans forwards, awkwardly pressing her bodyweight over his arms until he realizes she's trying to lean into his chest. She still hasn't got the hugging thing down, yet. He hiccups a choked sob and pulls his arms free to wrap around her and hold on tight, so tight, but not tight enough because he can't hurt her. He hurt her enough already. He took Tilin from her. He left her. He left her, and then he never saw her again, and he can't even help her look like her.
He shakes. He cries. He covers them both in slime. She curls into his chest, otherwise unmoving, hands tucked against her torso as he clings to her. She can't hug, but she's doing her best, and it destroys him.
Eventually, he stops crying, and they're left sitting there in silence broken only by his occasional sniffle. But Flippa isn't done destroying him- she lifts her hands, and signs (in that twitching, impossible way she does now), 1 l0vee y0u, d@dd.
"I- I love you, too, Flippa," he croaks out. He presses another kiss to her hair, and ignores the static prickling. It's just static. Of course it's just static. Things can be staticky when they're wet, right? Of course they can. It's undeniable fact, just like it's an undeniable fact that this is his Flippa. "I love you."
She butts his chin with her head, and he lets out a shaky laugh. He sniffles, then sighs, and gives her a little squeeze. Impossibly, her hair is already falling out of the ponytail. The both of them are covered in goo.
"I love you," he tells her again, stronger in his conviction. "My huevo."
For the first time that day, she smiles at him. Tearfully, he smiles back.
"Now how about bathtime number five?"
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moondoposting · 2 years
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merc!marc and pedro!frenchie sketch dump because i am unwell
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