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mysticmiav · 13 days
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For how much I love Kazuha I don't talk about him or draw him enough and I need to fix that
He's litrly been on my team since his release cuz I both love his play style and I just feel happy having him on the team and playing and exploring with him wkfjsj not to mention he's just very fun to watch and play
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zephyrine-gale · 1 year
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hairstyle meme! sumeru babygirls (and diluc)
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shadowblade8192 · 8 months
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🤯
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kindlsticks · 9 months
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some fan art of a game i work on lol @snoozykazoo
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snoozykazoo · 9 months
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maple-and-pie · 1 month
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So this! Just happened™️ Definitely a surprise!! Definitely NOT complaining!
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grimalkinmessor · 4 months
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You know, Reigen's wiki page says that in terms of music tastes he likes "the classic stuff" and I've seen people take that to mean he likes classical music, i.e. Tchaikovsky, Shostkovich, Beethoven, Mozart, etc etc—but given Reigen's OST theme (and also. you know. his ethnicity,,,) I wonder if they didn't mean JAPANESE classical music. Like I wonder if instead of String Quartet No. 6 and Kyrie Elesion he likes listening to Sakura Sakura and Kibo no Hikari 🧐
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steampunker134 · 14 days
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Do you have any HCs about when Lazard started working as the director of SOLDIER? Were SOLDIERs happy to have a new person in a fancy suit to command them? Were they quick to trust? Any issues? Anything in SOLDIER's habits, attitude or lifestyle that Lazard felt needed to be changed immediately?
(It's criminal how you're not getting asks)
*cracks knuckles* Okay so-
I am a firm believer that Heidegger was in charge of SOLDIER before the Mako-altered SOLDIER’s became the standard. I believe that Lazard started as a low-ranking employee, and eventually caught President ShinRa’s eye, and was promoted to Director of a SOLDIER-specific division. No, I don’t think that his subordinates liked him at first! He was a suit, a white-collar bossing them around! It wasn’t until later, when he put himself in danger to see the situations they were in (something Heidegger would NEVER do), that SOLDIER began to value their director.
I definitely think that he offered them the PHS system, as well as more leisure time. You’ll notice that he gives orders to the First class rarely, more often asking them their opinions and working with them to assign mission crews. I firmly believe that is something that he initiated, as pre-CC Sephiroth obeys every order to perfection, while in CC he puts his foot down more often regarding his missions.
(It’s okay, boss! I am amazed to be getting an ask at all!!!)
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tastesliketeal · 7 months
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Day “25”. Sorry I meant to post this yesterday. I drew my favorite tax evader, Turnip Boy. I’m very excited for the new game!
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hamletthesanedane · 1 year
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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern think they can play me? They can’t even play the kazoo.
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willgrahamsbecoming · 6 months
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wishing my brother and whoever decided video games needed to be played by beating the shit out of a mouse at midnight a very get eaten by the creature
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princesheepish · 27 days
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Free cats outside if you’re quick enough
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shadowblade8192 · 11 months
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turnip boy robs a bank for the nintendo wii (real)
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kitweewoos · 1 year
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it's just business
For @gregorygerwitz who said, and I quote, "our AU"
Since he was a child, Gregory has been raised to take over his father's position, not just at the company but also with their family business. It didn't matter that Gregory didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps and take over as the company's CEO, and certainly not as the head of the notorious Gerwitz family. He wanted to go to school and lose himself in technology, the one thing in his life that had always made sense. No matter what he tried to argue, his father didn't want to hear it. He had one path forward and it was the one that his parents had paved for him. At least until Gregory makes the mistake of talking back, of questioning his father, of pushing against the life they'd built for him like a prison around him. "I scheduled you a meeting with Gunther," his father said. "He'll remind you of our mission and our building blocks. I've coddled you too much. It's time for you to build a backbone." His backbone is built with fists, apparently. Gunther was a big, hard man with a scar across one cheek and hammers for hands, and he didn't pull any punches. Gregory had never been taught to defend himself, never had to fight for his reputation, or his resources, or his opportunities. When he escaped, it was barely with his life, managing to slip away from Gunther who thought he had blacked out from the assault. Gregory, a little bit, wished that he had, that Gunther had hit him hard enough to wipe away all the pain he'd been through so far, not just the hard hitting blows but the snipes from his mother and the sneers from his father, the things that even the pills couldn't take away. When he escaped, he found himself at a bar nearby, not controlled by his family, digging the pills out of his pocket to toss back with a gulp of beer. There was a guy beside him, who touched his arm and spoke to him softly, and asked if he was okay. Greg didn't want to be touched, but the man was cute - no, the man was beautiful with grey-green eyes and a jaw that Greg wanted to trace with his tongue. "You're bleeding," the man said, and Greg wanted to tell him to lick it off him. "I live upstairs if you want me to clean that up for you." Greg would follow him anywhere. Somehow, Greg followed him upstairs, and the man introduced himself as Jay Halstead, and Greg told him everything, everything about his dad, and the organization, and the business as a front, things that he'd be killed for even saying out loud to someone inside the organization let alone outside of it. He wasn't sure why, but he felt safe here. He felt okay here, with Jay specifically, and he couldn't really place a finger on why that was, but his hands felt warm on his skin as he cleaned Greg's split lip and his bruised knuckles. "I don't want to go home," Gregory said. "Then don't," Jay replied. "Stay here with me." Soft touches turned into soft kisses turned into followed Jay from the kitchen into his bedroom turned into Jay pressing him into the bedspread into Gregory gasping Jay's name as he fell apart in a safe space. They laid in bed after and Jay traced a bruise on his chest and ribs. "I hope this doesn't change things for you, but you know that I'm a police officer, right?" Jay asked. "No. I didn't. Are you going to arrest me?" "No, no, I'm not going to arrest you, but I have to do something with the information you gave me, especially if your father is hurting people, putting drugs on the street." "Do what you need to do, but I don't want to be involved." In the morning, Gregory climbed out of bed aching and sore to find Jay starting a pot of coffee while on the phone. He knew it was coming, Jay sharing the information with someone, a supervisor or a superior officer, someone that Gregory didn't know and didn't trust. But somehow, somehow he did trust Jay. In the last twenty-four hours, he'd been belittled, hurt, betrayed, and beaten almost senseless. However, Jay had done nothing to hurt him. He'd cared for him, and pleasured him, and as he sat there, Jay pushed an extra cup of coffee in front of him without Greg needing to ask.
"Thank you, ma'am. I'll ask him but I can't guarantee he'll be up for it. What you're asking is -" Jay said, and Gregory sat forward. "What do you need?" "Get me inside, and I'll get the rest of what we need to take your father and the rest of his organization down so what happened to you last night will never happen again. So that you don't dread going home." He didn't have to convince Gregory. He'd already proven himself with the touch of his fingers against his jaw as he swiped an alcohol pad over his scraped cheek, with the brush of lips against all the spots Gregory was battered like feathers against the aches, with the gentle press of his body all along Gregory's like a promise in the middle of the night that nothing could harm him when Jay was between him and the world. It seemed insane to feel like this for a man he barely knew, but in Gregory's life, he'd never seen someone so kind and he'd never been held like he mattered. He'd do anything for Jay, and if what Jay wanted was to rip apart the family business that Gregory had been molded to run someday, he'd do anything to destroy his family legacy for him. "I'll do it."
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snoozykazoo · 6 months
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MY GAME IS FREE ON EPIC! !! PLAY IT SO U CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE SEQUEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
steal from snoozy kazoo ⏬
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YO YO YO!!!!
I got KAZUHA I got KAZOO BOY
(It took me around 70 pulls and I just got him on a one-pull because I spent all my saved primos and kept going whenever I got enough, and I'm getting the cutest free cat tomorrow I've ever seen so win-win.)
Welcome home, Kazuha
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