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sandeewithtwoe · 6 months
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Anybody else have a sadness bucket?
Swap belongs to PopcornPr1nce
Dream belongs to Jokublog
Ink belongs to comyet/ myebi
In case you can’t read my handwriting:
Ink: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Dream: Ink what’s happening?! Are you being attacked??
Ink: Huh? Oh… Hey guys… sniff
Dream: Oh no! Ink, are you okay?
Ink: Yeah, sniff, I drank too much blue, that’s all
Swap: I can bring you tacos to make you feel better if you want!
Ink: It’s okay, I’m just going to scream all my feelings into this bucket
Ink: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Ink: (has been crying for 2 hours)
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fluffypinkpie · 6 months
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There are people in worse situations, but that doesn't mean yours isn't important
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tobeconsumed · 5 months
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Good lord izzy
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memchiix · 9 months
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I know I already drew fan art for him but I wanted to make one more because I felt the first one was bad compared to what I knew I could do
Comedian Cuphead belongs to: @askcomediancup
(Sorry for the mention hajdbsjd feel free to ignore me)
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sticksbug · 3 months
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Episode 3: Dakota tells off Wavelength
Alt version below the cut 🫶
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amado-kunjo · 11 months
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The end of the aplle mug😔😔
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Big or small, what are three things that made you happy today?
Then send it off to other beloved bloggers - we all need some happiness on our dash <3
The Elden Ring DLC trailer was announced today. I got dogfood that my dog Henry seems to actually like and will eat (hes a picky eater) And I got to see and walk my neighbors dog Murphy (its really hard to take a selfie with him)
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Tagging @imperfectdoors @paradiselxst @smol-angr @chocolateand-legwarmers @empresslillian @sporewhisperer
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winchester-reload · 10 months
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I went to watch the new Little Mermaid movie and there is a scene where Ursula says "She’s already in love with the human world and now she’s found her soulmate!" and man didn't this make me think of Dean and Cas
Yeah, that tracks.
{insert drawing of Cas as the Little Mermaid here}
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woosaan · 1 year
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Happy birthday @housewifehui
Part four of four: Seonghwa INCEPTION fancams
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messymoony · 4 months
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list your all time 10 albums and tag 10 mutuals
thank you for the tag @culdogs!!!
Hozier
Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever) by Noah Kahan
Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain
Unreal Earth by Hozier
American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy
The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We by Mitski
A Night At The Opera by Queen
Wasteland Baby! by Hozier (are we seeing a theme yet?)
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I love music so much but all music ever has left my mind
np tags: @bonesandmilkbaby @betteramonster @moronappreciator @moony-t0ast @lemndrps @accuratewhereabouts and anyone who hasn't been tagged but wants to do this!!
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amugoffandoms · 10 months
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every day I have to remember that the threat of a prisoner dying is looming over our heads and I am scared
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psycho-chair · 10 months
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there's a doozy
NIGHTMARE ANGST, REQUESTED BY SOMEONE????
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The floor had been ripped out from under him the moment he saw him lying unmoving in the snow.
It was a brutal reminder of how easily broken his mortals were. The truth was thrown in his face without mercy, a reality learned the hard way.
The sounds of battle faded into static, pressure building up in his skull, his throat closing up as panic set in.
He didn’t care for grace, for his usual elegance, kicking up snow and stumbling to Dust’s side. “Dust?!” He fell to his knees, frantic as he hovered over his fallen partner, his hands shaking. Dust’s face was cold to the touch, the warmth brought on by his perpetually overcharged magic entirely absent.
Nightmare’s soul plummeted into oblivion. He tore his hands away, covering his mouth to stifle a sob.
A twin set of thin purple lines trailed down Dust’s chin, weeping from his cracked nasal bone and slackened mouth to stain the snow.
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“Boss, m’fine! I can get my own food,” Dust complained from his bed. His voice was still somewhat nasally from the congestion— his body was blocking his nasal passage with magic in an effort to heal the damage. The entire plane of his upper body was tightly wrapped with gauze, each strip soaked through to the point of spilling with healing medicines and intent. The bed was getting increasingly damp from the excess.
Nightmare stood firm at the door, arms crossed over his chest and frown deep. “Absolutely not. You are not allowed to leave your bed until you are fully and completely healed.” Dust dropped his head back onto his pillow, groaning loudly like a bratty child being forced to wear fancy clothes they hated. “C’mooonnnnn mannn, it’s been weeksssss!”
“Yes, and it will likely be longer.”
“Ugh! Don’t you think you’re overreacting?? Just a little??”
Unmoving, cold, broken, dying-
Nightmare narrowed his eye, bitter. “No.”
Dust lifted his head at the change in tone, confused, but the door was already shutting with a click. He grumbled under his breath, settling back in for another day of bedrest.
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Dream cried out, struck violently in the side with something heavy, the hit sending him tumbling down the hill into a tree. Blue slid to a stop beside him, cradling his left arm, his face twisted in pain. His clothes were damaged beyond belief, the garments barely holding onto his bones at this point. One eye was sealed shut with dried blood, the dark blue flakes leading up to a deep gash that still gushed fresher blood.
Blue’s leg buckled as he stood, his ankle popping. Dream shakily pushed himself up, struggling to his feet with a grimace. His head spun with vertigo, the sharp tang of blood filling his mouth. He spat it out, wiping his mouth with a puff of air. “I think… they’re.. kinda mad..,” Dream got out between pants. Blue grunted his agreement, hissing at the shattered bones of his arm. He wouldn’t be able to use it anymore for a while.
Dream took stock of his own injuries, frowning at the state of his clothes. His body suit was torn embarrassingly at the crotch, the seams actively splitting even as he watched. That would take priority in repairs. His right glove was nearly ripped in half, the other not faring any better. He fingered the burnt part of his hood/scarf/cape, frowning at the way it crumbled slightly. His knee was throbbing like hell, growing stiffer the longer he stood still, the magic around the joints vibrant with agitation.
He shook out his left hand, finding his knuckles in a similar state to that of his knee. His jaw ached, a blooming bruise sitting darkly on his lower jaw, courtesy of Cross. Dream gently rubbed the hurt, flexing his jaw around to try and work the pain out. Vertigo settled in his skull as he tried to step away from the trees, only to fall back a moment later, the rough bark of the tree he stumbled into hard on his tired bones. Similarly, Blue stood a few feet away leaning heavily against a tree.
“shII-TAAAAHHHH-!!!” Dream flinched, looking up in time to see Ink hurtle by, the creator crying out as he flipped across the snow right into the protruding, bumpy roots of a large pine tree. Blue winced, hissing softly in sympathy. Ink tumbled another few feet before rolling to a stop, his black blood already melting the snow and staining the earth.
Blue hobbled over, his face contorting in pain as he knelt beside Ink. Hesitantly, he set a hand on Ink’s shoulder, nudging him into sitting. “Uh. I think we should retreat.”
Ink wiping at his nose, sticking his tongue out in distaste. “Aw, c’mon! We’ve only just started!”
Dream limped away from his tree, joining his companions wearily. “Ink, he’s right. Today isn’t. A good day for them, I think.” Sourly picking at the bloody tear on his sleeves, Ink huffed, his red and orange eyelights flicking toward the ground like a pouting child’s. “But I wanna play with them some moreeee,” he whined, huffing and puffing as Dream urged him to his feet. “This isn’t fair, I never get to have fun anymore.”
Ink continued to complain even while they fled, his eyelights rapidly flicking between blue and red to orange and purple. The portal closed, leaving a few patches of bloodly and disturbed snow behind for Nightmare to find.
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Cross growled, snapping his teeth irately at Killer, “That’s the fourth fucking time!” The twitch of his brows gave away his concern, completely at odds with everything else. His teeth gave a sharp twang as he used them to tear open a disinfectant wipe. Killer swore sharply, shoving at Cross’s arm the instant the wipe touched his sternum. “Watch whatchyer fuckin doin! Shit hurts, moron!” Cross snarled back, pressing down harder spitefully. “It wouldn’t hurt if you weren’t so stars damned reckless!”
Horror hissed at them both to quiet, his free hand scratching at the patch on his cheek. “yer both… reckless,” he bit out. “y’ain’t any better… than kills, crossy..” He looked pointedly at the massive series of scratches that marred Cross’s left ilium. Cross bared his teeth in response, not deigning the jab with words.
Nightmare watched quietly from the shadows, his rotten soul burning with rage at the injuries his subordinates had sustained. He was going to fucking kill Dream and Ink. Killer grunted something unflattering, spurring another shouting match that had Horror leaving the room. The door slammed behind him, and Cross and Killer began to fight again.
“What is wrong with you?!”
“Me?? The fuck d’ya mean, me, have ya fuckin’ seen yerself?!”
“Of course I have, who else would I compare you to?! Horror, Dust? I’m the only fucking one who’s not braindead like you lot!”
“Dunno if ya noticed, pal, but none of us have brains!”
“Obviously fucking not, if that’s the only thing you can come up with to say, you fucking tar-leaking-“
Nightmare sighed, stepping away from their raising voices into the quiet atmosphere of the library.
His seat creaked as he sat, slipping on his metal claws that allowed him to work without staining his papers, the thin silver clinking softly against his pen. He let out a slow breath, closing his eye briefly and letting his thoughts fall into white noise and static. All he wanted was to relax. The muted scratch of pen on paper floated through the room, his mind zeroing in on the simple action of moving his pen.
He had no actual words in mind, no thoughts to articulate, only the need to enact the soothing motions of writing. He let his eye drift shut, his entire being focused loosely on his hand. For once, he just sat, scribbled mindlessly, and let his mind hover blankly, unweighted by the day’s troubles. Like a velvety soft duvet, shadows draped over his empty mind, coaxing him to relax, it’s okay, just take a moment to rest. I promise it’s all going to be okay.
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“-HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU, WHY CAN’T YOU FUCKING DO ANYTHING RIGHT!!”
Nightmare gasped, torn cruelly from the gentle embrace of sleep. His head spun, his tentacles thrashing clumsily as he jerked away from the desk. He overbalanced, his chair tipping over and dumping him onto the hard wooden floor, his arms trapped against the desk and his shoulder wrenching painfully for a split second. A shrill snap of metal made him flinch, his hands suddenly free of something, and he slumped over to the ground, shaking. He felt warm all over, the cold burning him frigidly.
His blurry vision slowly focused as he lay there, the tips of his tentacles wiggling feverishly. Nightmare sat up, panting heavily, his soul pounding in his chest. He pressed his hand to his skull, his fingers still clad in his little metal hand covers. The tiny silver chain that had attached the claws to his desk was broken, explaining the shrill sound he’d heard as he’d fallen. The tips of his fingers were cool against his cheek, his chest constricting with confusion.
The screaming voice that had awoken him was entirely absent. His knees shook when he stood, Nightmare bracing himself against his desk, arms trembling. His office was empty. Was it a dream??
His voice was hoarse, his throat itching as he called out, “Hello?” No one answered. He couldn’t sense a single soul.
His claws left thin scratches in the wood of his desk, Nightmare pulling away hesitantly. He couldn’t sense anyone. The castle was empty.
He yanked off the claws, casting them aside quickly to leave the library, scrambling into the infirmary where his gang should’ve been. His throat was tight with panic, mouth dry as he clawed through the shadows to his destination.
“Cross?!”
Killer yelped at Nightmare’s sudden entrance, his soul flashing brightly, “Holy shit, boss, are you okay?” He lowered his phone, the childish game on the screen forgotten. Cross shifted at Killer’s side, groaning quietly in protest at being awoken. The sleeping monster sleepily pulled at Killer’s waist, clinging to him like a koala. “mmmmm..Keep it downnnn..”
Nightmare was afraid to blink, to even move, terrified that they’d vanish if he did. Killer’s brow furrowed, concern filling his features. “Boss? you doin’ alright?”
Accepting that his pillow wouldn’t return, Cross submitted to his fate, opening his eyes with an inconvenienced huff. He sat up, the cot squeaking underneath him as he turned to squint at whatever had Killer’s attention. “..boss….???” Cross’s eyelight sharpened, clarity coming to him the instant he processed the way Nightmare held himself.
“Night? What’s wrong?” Cross slipped out of the bed, padding over on silent feet to cup Nightmare’s cheek, feeling at his face to check his temperature. “Night?? Are you feeling alright?” The worry in Cross’s eye broke Nightmare, his tense stance giving away. Almost desperately, he grabbed at Cross’s hand, holding on to it in a vice grip, every bit of him shaking as he tried to process what was happening. Why couldn’t he sense them?? It’s real, he can feel it, it’s real, but why can’t he sense them?!
Entirely unaware of Nightmare’s churning thoughts, Cross led him towards the cot and began guiding him into laying down. Killer helped by holding the blanket up, pulling Nightmare to himself, frowning deeply. Nightmare’s eye was wider than it had ever been, his eyelight a speck of shaking light. Cross crammed himself alongside them both, cuddling up and whispering comfort to try and calm Nightmare from whatever was wrong.
It was like the world was drenched in freezing cold water. He felt their warmth, dual sources of differing temperatures that heated up his shivering body, but there was nothing there. He couldn’t sense anything. Killer’s soul hovered an inch from his face, but he couldn’t sense it. Nothing. It was like they were dead, and the mere thought made Nightmare want to sob.
Nightmare clung to them for what felt like hours, hyperventilating, but the warm brush of Killer’s breath over his skull and Cross’s voice at his back slowly pulled him from the edge. And, only when he’d truly stepped away from it did their auras return at full capacity, their emotions washing over him like a balm. He let out a shuddering breath as he finally picked up on Cross’s concern, trepidation, anger, fear, stress, joy, and Killer’s unease, exhaustion, worry, love, amusement, interest.
His tension leaked from his body, eyes drooping in exhaustion as he relaxed into their bodies and grunted when Cross asked if he was okay. The flush of relief from both Killer and Cross made him want to cringe, but he was still swept with his own relief at being able to sense them again.
Nightmare didn’t even know what had happened, didn’t know where to even begin to examine the event. So, he filed it away and decided it would be better to simply let it go. He could think about it another time. Right now, though, he had two mortals to coddle him.
Four, if he counted Horror and Dust once they joined at a later time. With them surrounding him as they did, it was impossible to not break under his stress and all of a sudden, he was weeping quietly into Cross’s neck while the others murmured various forms of comfort.
When he finally drifted off into sleep, he heard faint, oh so faint echoes of that voice that had screamed at him before. But, it was drowned out by Horror’s rusty purr, the rumbling sound soothing his hackles and gentling him in his sleep, and Nightmare finally felt the last of his unease fade away as he slept peacefully through the night.
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FINALLY I CAN GET BE DONE WITH ANOTHER REQUEST :DDDD
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deathbirby · 9 months
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Nabatean Slumber
After several shitposts, we have finally returned to the lore/theory posts! Just as the title says, we are going to be looking at Nabatean slumber. How does it work? What even is it? This post will be more of a theory-post.
Let's unpack!
Death
The first time in the game that we see Nabatean slumber, is when Byleth was blasted off a cliff. They slept for 5 years and woke up to a continent at war.
Here is the thing though. Byleth did go into slumber but it was not like the other Nabateans.
You see, unlike regular Nabateans who go into slumber to heal from near-death experiences, Byleth died,
"So you've managed to make it all the way to the end. For once, it seems the stars were wrong. My reading of the stars predicted that, during the war, you would fall to your death. But that was five years ago. Perhaps the prediction was true for you then somehow." - Magic Wielder
The fall killed them. It makes sense, no mortal would survive that. This is further supported by other lines:
"What have you been doing all this time?" - Edelgard
"I was sleeping" and "I was dead" are both equally valid answers. Byleth was dead, in 'eternal slumber', except they're able to wake up from it. Sounds strange, right?
This seems to be a thing related to the Crest of Flames. Sothis was also dead when Nemesis plundered the Holy Tomb, yet we are told she was slumbering.
And Nemesis was dead and brought back to life:
"Nemesis? That Nemesis? Do you really think the ancient King of Liberation has been brought back to life?" - Claude
"An incredible power that we children cannot hope to match dwells within the blood of the progenitor god. Nemesis obtained that blood, so it would not surprise me if that were the case." - Rhea
What about Edelgard? Her case seems to be unique. The Crest of Flames doesn't work the same way when you have another crest already. Crest cancer is too strong.
Near-death
I stated earlier that regular Nabateans go into slumber to recover from near-death experiences. My reasons for this are some lines in game:
Afterward, it broke my heart to see how much you would need to rest just to survive. - Seteth
Flayn, a Nabatean, went into slumber during the war of heroes to survive. It was a near-death experience.
She even has a few lines for Byleth, depending on how they answer:
Under a rock... How similar we are! As it were, I took my rest in a casket made of stone. - Flayn
She slept in a casket made of stone. That does make it sound like she was dead. Why else would you choose to sleep there? It could be symbolic or my theory is wrong and slumber = death for everyone.
But here is another theory: sleeping in a casket is normal for Nabatean slumber. It could be why Rhea did not want to bury Sitri. Not just because of the cold, dark soil, but because her resting in a casket implies she could come back.
Oh. Well, I suppose one's first long slumber is difficult to recall... - Flayn
FIRST long slumber? Huh, sounds like going into slumber is pretty normal for Nabateans. Not that that's a huge shock. Seteth immediately understands when Byleth tells them they slept for 5 years.
But. man, they must really suck at surviving if they keep getting close to death's door!
Who else do we have left?
Relics
Ah, right. The corpses of the slaughtered Nabateans. Is their current state a "slumber"? They're dead, Rhea tells us that quite clearly.
Why do they twitch then? Why do they sap the life-force of their wielders? Why do they glow when activated, similar to Rhea's "truest" form at the end of SS?
Are the relics aware, somehow? Miklan turns into a black beast, and Maurice suffered a similar fate. Was that the relics trying to return to their original state? Why does it happen more frequently to a non-crested person, then? Do they see crested people as fellow Nabateans, and thus don't want to do a take-over? Does it take longer because they need time to come to the realization that this is a human with Nabatean blood? Or was it just an act of revenge?
The game doesn't give us any concrete answers when it comes to the Relics. All of it is left vague and up to interpretation.
So, what are your thoughts on it?
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ranmaruliker · 2 years
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agnes-draws · 2 years
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me drawing a thomastair pride and prejudice au? who would have guessed...😧
tag list: @thomastaircompassrose @alexandergideonslightwood @noah-herondale-lightwood @sophiesminas  @stxr-thxif ​ (tell me if you want to be added/removed!)
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sskklvr · 2 years
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Oh my god, I love gay people
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