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random-lil-illing · 15 days
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‼️ TW: BLOOD ‼️ (granted its not very realistic but still)
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the best friends finally meet !! granted its during the end of operation sand viper and theyre both Going Through It™ but at least they met :)
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whewchilly · 5 months
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i think we need to keep in mind that Rupert has a young family now and probably was looking to be full time based back in the UK rather than Italy where Carlos is!
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gamchawizzy · 1 year
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quick sketch of a mediæval micolash
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fiddlehead-soup · 1 month
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My fav Tav/Emperor dynamic is that Emp is continuously impressed by how willing and obedient and eager to please it Tav is, but also, how naïve and clueless Tav can be sometimes. Tav is so well-meaning and really wants to be a good partner to it, but they can also be!! So goofy! Silly! Innapropriately playful! And it's impossible to scorn them for it bc it's just so cute knowing how true their intentions really are.
Good thing Emp has the patience of a saint for them and them alone!! 😇
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momonokopan · 1 year
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5/5/2023
now that i think of it i always draw young hijikata for his birthday
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insecuregodcomplex · 10 months
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just looking at this gifset by sheisraging of the teaser clip and already noticing things like. of course love how tzp has alex's Professional Smile and air of easy confidence, after a moment he readily does as he's asked, nick has henry's buttoned-up but right there beneath the surface personality, obviously annoyed/frustrated by the request and doing his damnedest to hold himself together. but then the fourth gif is what really got me like. tzp's fingers twitching is so alex, their synchronized head turn, nick portraying henry's even more apparent frustration. and then they both switch into Interview Mode with their Certified Bestie Bro <3
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milkbreadtoast · 1 year
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Had to make this quick edit to fuel my own insanity.... Clotted Cream laugh + bonus goofy Kim Jiyool(his kor VA) laughs😇🥰
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drawfee-quot3s · 9 months
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Is there a system to the colors of your quotes? Like which host is which hue
yea!! i use jacob, julia, nathan, karina :)
i cant remember rn if i did or did not change that to match their deepblueink colours but i think i probably did not because its entrenched in my brain to use the colours i have been
[[also adding the guest tags here bc i loST the og ask post w them on it dont mind me]]
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ev1lmorty · 4 days
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hate how i need to recommend scarecrow to EVERYONE but i need to make sure theyre properly warned where it goes first but also going into scarecrow totally blind n thinking its a comedy is a Really vital experience. jesus chrisr lol
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it's so wild to me to see cameron monaghan in all those really cool roles bc all i see, and the first thing i knew him as, is bob andrews from the three investigators movies in '07 and '09 that i was obsessed with at age 11. i distinctively remember him being super awkward and wearing a huge backpack that was so heavy he fell over trying to put it on lmao
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opens-up-4-nobody · 9 months
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#listen. sometimes. when i get emails pertaining to a specific project i worked on that nearly broke my brain. i just stop what im doing#and start playing Losing My Religion by REM. and i wish the person emailing me could see me face down at a table listening to thay song#mostly its fine. its just when someones trying to manage the data files so i kno im gonna have to go back thru and update my code#for a bunch of tiny stuff and its like: does this sound ok? and i just dont care so much that i want to start screaming#and then at the end of the day i hike up a fucking mountain going over what im gonna tell a therapist when my insurance switches#and im gonna say it in a way thats v calm and agreeable but i want to scream and tear my hair out. or maybe i wont b agreeable. i wasnt#last time i was in a therapist office but that guy deserved it and i wasn't being that bad#ugh. im just mad bc working on my stuff makes me so miserable that when i stop its like wow im no longer in agony. cool#coool. fun times. becoming increasingly apprehensive abt how im gonna try to b more healthy abt working while taking on triple#the responsibility with a phd project and being a student and being a TA. i mean. ill try but its gonna b fucking interesting#ugh. had to bust out the burnout playlist. which like. when u try to look at other ppls burnout playlists they all suck#theyre all like former gifted kid burnout Playlists and im like fuckkk offfff. why do u not have the incredibly specific vibes that im#looking for? i just demand the perfect burnout playlist and somehow nobody puts No Surprises on there#like what??? y not? its a song abt being so totally saturated that youve had enough. a heart thats full up like a landfill. a job that#slowly kills u. bruises that wont heal. how is it not THE burnout song? but whatever. i listen to too much radi0head.#ugh. but now my burnout playlist is becoming too much like my My Brain Doesnt Feel Too Good playlist#listen. i just need to curate playlist so that they can express the feelings for me#unrelated
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dandyshucks · 3 months
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falling asleep tucked up against Guz's chest while he plays some video game or other,,, and he's so happy that he gets to have me in his lap while he games, and he feels so content with the world in that moment,,,
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fiendishartist2 · 11 months
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it's your conclusions that make mine delusions– tma
Jon's feet dangled underneath him, hanging limp. Papers fluttered to the floor, forgotten in the mad scramble between the two men. Jon's hands rested loosely around Tim's wrists, just above where his fists were twisted into Jon's collar. With his back against the wall, Jon was trapped completely under his co-worker's wrath. Tim stepped closer, crushing a lazily written report under his shoe.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Stoker?" Jon asked lightly. Tim's nose scrunched with disgust as Jon's smirk widened enough to bare teeth.
"Stop smiling," Tim snarled, "Stop fucking- what is wrong with you? Why are you here?" Although his grip on Tim's wrists remained deciptively gentle– hands poised so that fingertips just brushed skin– Jon's expression grew hungry. Entertainment flickered behind dark irises; Tim got the sense Jon was relishing in his desperation.
"I work here." Jon answered simply, unbothered despite the way Tim's knuckles dug into his throat. Tim barked out a mirthless laugh.
"Not the same way the rest of us do. Prove it- prove you're trapped by- by whatever is wrong with this place. Go ahead, Sims. Say it." He goaded, hoping Jon would rise to the bait. Jonathan Sims was perpetually level-headed, but Tim was at his wits end.
He wanted this puppeteer wearing a human face out of his life– out of all of their lives.
"Personally, I don't have any desire to leave. I'm quite happy with this job." Tim growled, rearing back and slamming Jon into the wall. The back of his head hit the damp drywall with a satisfying crack. Jon blinked rapidly, dazed.
Tim's blood pounded in his ears; he wanted to hurt this thing under his hands and he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. It was destroying his friends, creeping like a crawling rot into every nook and cranny of their minds. Slowly, it invaded– a sweet croon here, a sharp discouragement there; watchful eyes and cutting words hidden behind an open kindness that came from the confidence of security. It felt safe picking them apart sinew by bloody sinew.
Sasha was ruining herself and wouldn't listen to reason. She ran headfirst into any situation she thought would give her leads, not even bothering to tell anyone when she was in danger. She was working longer hours, talking to people in her office in secret, stashing tapes and statements in odd places he and Martin wouldn't look. Every new statement plucked from the mess Gertrude left behind sent her on a spiral, clawing for any connection to latch onto– and she latched onto Jon's words like a woman drowing. When Sasha ducked away from conversation with Tim and Martin, Jon was at her elbow, whispering in her ear. When she eyed Tim with distrust, he could feel Jon's gaze burning into the back of head. When she continued to pull away from anyone who could anchor her to reality, Jon was right there, pulling her along.
Jon's breathing was becoming laboured. Tim pressed more weight against his chest, egged on by the slight give of Jon's ribcage under his forearms.
"Kill me," Jon choked out. Tim lurched back a step, allowing Jon to take a deep breath that left him with a dry cough. His grin split his pockmarked cheeks, "Kill me, right now. Get it over with. That is what you want, isn't it?"
"You're sick," Tim spat. He pushed against Jon until he wheezed, "You're a sick little creep and I- I want you gone. Leave the Institute. Run into traffic. Anything, just- just get out." Jon's beaming smile wavered, eyes fluttering as consiousness was squeezed out of him, "If I ever see your face again-"
"Tim!"
Tim startled, dropping Jon's collar and letting him crumple to the floor. The anger drained out of him instantly, leaving a hollow in its wake.
He stared down at the man at his feet; Jon's narrow back was shaking.
Shaking with laughter.
Jon's boney shoulders jumped up and down, breathless snickering wracking his entire frame.
He peered up at Tim through spidery bangs. As if on strings, his lips were pulled into manic smile, eyes alight with joy. Hysterics were carved into every crease of his face.
"You can't. You will never be rid of me." He whispered, voice pitchy with wonder.
Someone pushed Tim aside; he stumbled out of the way without even turning to see which of Jon's victims it was. Red faced anger entered his sight, made fuzzy by the film of haze filling his brain.
Helplessness squeezed like a band around his chest; no one would believe him about Jon. Not Sasha, too paranoid to see the problem right in front of her. Not Martin, who would give and give and give to a monster who could only take. Not Elias, who had let Jon into the Archives in the first place.
"-at is your problem, Tim?! What could /Jon/ have done to-" A tinny voice buzzed beneath the rapid gallop of Tim's heart.
Jon was right– Tim couldn't do anything. Nothing would keep Jon from weaving his web around all of them; all he could do now was watch as the threads tightened and tightened until they each snapped under the tension.
Something bumped– shoved his shoulder. Salt and pepper hair left his vision and, instinctually, Tim's eyes traced the monster across the room.
From under Martin's arm, Jon pressed his face into his shoulder. Crocodile tears soaked into the soft, well-worn knit of Martin's favourite jumper. In stark clarity, Tim zeroed in on the hand that raised behind Martin's back.
Jon waved at him slowly and deliberately as he was led gingerly into the breakroom.
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songtwo · 11 months
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as frustrating and lonely and isolating as it was being single for 21 years thinking about it now it was the best thing for me. ive never been heartbroken and i dont have relationship trauma and most importantly all my mental issues come from within me and not bc some guy caused them
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Anon is ready to scare more people lives because it's Halloween month. Anon waits for Aesop to calm down, after Aesop settled his things, anon suddenly scares him with a Jason mask.
Anon: WAHHHHHHH!!!!!
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That's not how you approach people.
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arcadequeerz · 2 years
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I swear, the more people complain about how ‘the backrooms’ ~ruined~ liminal horror, the more I will enjoy it just 2 spite people.
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