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nemosfemur · 1 year
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super lazy sketch I decided to color and quickly shade all on one layer. enjoy sleepy cuddly tommy
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yeah the mountain is tragic but the thought of geralt yelling all that shit and jaskier walking away crying and then them both realising that there's only one way down the mountain and they both have to awkwardly walk down together. that shit is funny
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stinkrascal · 4 months
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sometimes you post about sucking at a video game on tumblr and you get the most encouraging msgs imaginable from complete strangers who are just really into whatever game u talked about and wanna see u thrive and its so wholesome. and sometimes you post about sucking at a video game on tumblr and randos who you have never talked to in your entire life will write comments on your text post from august of last year about how you're dumb as shit for struggling on this level, not realizing that i posted that text post in august of last frickin year. pardon ive actually beaten this game 3 times since then but thank you for being mean to me and calling me naive for no reason??? 😭
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smilesrobotlover · 3 months
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Gosh I LOVE how soft Linebeck gets towards the end he’s so sweet
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tomurakii · 5 months
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Every time the game jokes about Gale being pathetic it actually makes me so sad. Don't SAY that about him >:(((
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eleccy · 5 months
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noooooo now im thinking about no-dl6 au where apollo gets mentored by an old salt-and-pepper hair gregory edgeworth. HE WOULD BE SO DAD TO HIM. HE'D BE MORE THAN DAD. HE'D BE GRANDPA.
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wdym pedro sánchez might step down from being president
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jrueships · 5 months
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sometimes i'll think abt a Fandom and wish it were bigger, and sometimes i'll read something from a fandom.. and wish it were smaller
#ppl seeing a confident black man : FINALLY! A PERFECT ANTAGONIST FOR OUR STORY!#THE CORRUPTOR!! THE ASSHOLE! MR KNOWS ALL!#i want to be bigger into football. i rlly do#but . omg. sometimes seeing just So Much . side eye shit is . like imagine my exhaustion#and this isnt me trying to be the behavior police like let ppl write but sometimes seeing such. Fun. patterns can be like#idk man it's sad like damn thats rlly how the world is and obvs i KNOW how it can be but it's real wack#real wack being reminded even in ur supposed happy place ur supposed lighthearted little break from the world#it's still not . idk. it's just not#oh the poor pale blond qb just a little anxious baby oh and his evil zany teammates trying to corrupt him oh theyre so terrible for my angel#:/#.. that is. a Grown. Man .#it's like replaying my 2nd grade teacher ******** me bcs i was a troublesome kid and it made her feel young and alive and bad again#like wtf am i corrupting you with maam? skibbity toliet ? leave me alone !!#listen. if it were smthing like 'x rlly likes tomatoes' when he actually likes idk carrots? i would not give a fuck. infact i prefer carrots#but bad patterns have smthing more to say bcs patterns in general have a story#it's more than 'he would not fucking say that' it's 'WHY tf are YOU making HIM say THAT of ALL people & THINGS???'#like i love having asshole characters in my stories too. and they can be poc ! NO ONE is a saint!#but having one just to fuel the only one u actually care abt? having their problems solely be for plot?? & making that one#a SPECIFIC kind of person ?? is kinda giving me 'u dont view x as a human which could mean you dont view x race as humans'#WHICH IS !! IT SUCKS ! THAT SUCKS!#i know i need to just suck it up and ignore it but thats like the life quote of being poc isnt it#ugh#it sucks
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knullanon · 1 year
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Vandal savage losing one his young kids and finding them decades later, his kid taken into a family and decently stable civilian life
yess i love your ideas, I have so many of them almost finished too. also, there might be something I'll post tomorrow because it was written and then I forgot to save it, so while I still have the ask, everything that was written was gone. which sucks, but oh well. so, either later today or tomorrow it will be up :) love yall!
Lost and Found
words: 1878
warnings: drugging, a little violence, kidnapping, lmk if I missed anything!
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He was devastated. You were his baby, his precious, even when you were born, he knew you would be different. All throughout your years, he would teach you, care for you, he would show you all around the world, to tell you that this is what you would rule over. That this was your domain, that you would one day be ruling over the people around you.
Unfortunately, that vision he had given you had never come to fruition. He still remembered the day you were taken, when you were little. He left you with your siblings, thinking that you would be safe, that you wouldn't be in any danger.
He goes over that day every night, about the what if's and what could've changed. What he could've done differently. If he had just taken you with him, if he had just assigned more guards. After a few years, he had assumed the worst had happened. He knew that he would never make this mistake again, he swore to himself, but it didn't help the hurt and pain he felt every time he thought of you.
He thought he would never see you again. By the time you would have been an adult, he had come to terms with what happened. He would still think of you, but he knew that he would have to get over it, that nothing would bring you back. No matter how much he tried, you were gone, probably dead.
And so when he received a file from one of his children showing that you were alive, that you were on the other side of the world, fine and unharmed, he let himself hope again that you were there. That it wasn't a trap, that you were actually alive.
Savage realized what would happen if it was a lie. That it would restart his pain, his hurt. But he let himself believe that maybe, you were still alive.
He hoped he was right.
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You were having a terrible day.
Your mother had called you, telling you that she wanted you to move back in with them for some reason or another, even though you just rented your first apartment, something you were very prideful about, and she didn't even tell you why. This caused an argument where she yelled at you for 5 minutes before hanging up.
Then, on the way to work, you were stopped by a cop, which made you late, which then caused your boss to yell at you in front of your coworkers. Later in the day, some lady was mad because you got her order wrong, and made a huge deal about it to your boss.
After she left, he told you that your raise you were going to get, albeit small, was going to be postponed until he saw "better results". You had tried to argue, but he had shut you down, telling you to do better.
The rest of the day was a blur, besides the few angry people who would come up to you telling you something was wrong, or to go work on this, or work on that.
By the time you were clocking out, you were ready to be done with your day and cry yourself to sleep.
Walking down the road to the parking lot, you thought of everything you could do the next day to make yourself feel better. You had that TV show you wanted to watch, some snacks, and you could even get some food from your favorite restaurant-
"______?"
You paused and turned around, expecting one of your coworkers telling you you forgot your keys or something similar. You were not expecting a tall lady who looked like she could kill you with a punch to be there.
"Yes?" You fully turned to face her, worried she might try something, but she didn't move. In fact, she seemed surprised that you even answered her. You had never seen her before in your life, which made it even more suspicions.
"Do I... know you?" you asked, hesitantly. You didn't know what she wanted from you, and the fact that she knew your name was not a good sign.
She didn't answer your question. Instead, she told you, "I can't believe it. You're _______ Savage?"
Savage? What? "My name is _______, but my last name isn't Savage-"
"That's all I need to know." Confused, you were about to ask her what the hell she was talking about, when she suddenly rushed forward towards your face. You tripped yourself backwards trying to get away from her, and ended up falling flat on your ass.
This didn't deter her, though. While you were trying to figure out how the hell you were going to get away from her, she took the opportunity and lunged towards you. You covered your face, but she didn't automatically go for you. She went behind you.
Before you realized what was happening, she had you in a chokehold, holding you down while you tried to yell out for help. You saw something glint from her other arm, and you were smart enough to know what she was planning on doing.
You tried to kick your way out of her hold, but you cried out when you felt something prick your arm. Something cold, something that felt weird under your skin poured into you. You finally had the bright idea to shove your palm at her nose. She let you go and you scurried away, trying to get ahold of yourself when you started to droop.
Your arms, legs, even your face weren't moving as fast as you normally would have been able to. You tried to get up, but even then you struggled. By the time you hoisted yourself onto the nearby wall, she was already back on her feet, walking towards you.
When she grabbed you by your arm, and you fell like a rag doll, you knew you had lost. You didn't even notice her cradling you like a baby, or when she carried you to a car that you didn't even see beforehand. The last thing you remember was falling asleep to her telling someone to drive.
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Your head felt like crap. It was almost like what a fever felt like: you could move, but your body didn't want to. It was too tiring, too slow. It was too hot, too cold. You groaned to yourself. Did you really have to get sick on your days off? Opening your eyes, you were going to see if you could convince your body to get some water, only to realize this wasn't your room.
In fact, it was the opposite of your room. In comparison to your tiny little apartment, the room you were in was huge, probably the size of your parents house. There were shelves with trinkets, statues and books. There were huge paintings on the walls, some of them seemed to be originals.
When you looked at the bed you were on, it was gigantic. It looked like one of those princess beds, with black lace curtains, sheets and pillows. The headboard was carved to show what appeared to be a battle, the detail showing even in the smallest of areas. There was two doors that probably led to some hallway or another, but what got your attention was the window.
It was to your left, and it showcased a tundra of snow and trees. It was enticing, seeing the beauty of it all right in front of you. There were mountains, covered in snow, and it almost looked like another planet.
Everything in the room, while luxurious and expensive, made you remember in your daze everything that had happened the day before, including the kidnapping.
You threw off the covers, and jumped out of the bed, which made your head hurt even more, but you didn't care. Panic and adrenaline started to set in, and even through your headache, you stumbled over to the two doors, which was a struggle just from your body being so disorganized.
When you finally reached the doors, your body was already done. You had wondered what had happened to you to deserve this treatment, when the knob suddenly turned. You stopped as it opened, your heart sinking when you saw who was on the other side.
It was the biggest man you had ever even seen in your life. You didn't recognize him, and yet he looked so familiar. He was holding a tray of food that seemed to be some kind of soup, and some flatbread to the side of the bowl. It also held a glass of water.
You tripped on your feet as he walked in the room, and gently shut the door. He walked past you, towards the bedside table, and set down the tray, along with the glass of water.
He turned around, and his expressions softened. "______, are you feeling alright?"
"Who are you?" You mumbled out. Not knowing who he was and yet he somehow knew your name made your stomach turn, and it didn't help you had no idea where you were.
He didn't respond, and he only walked towards you, saying, "You look ill. You should be in bed, you know."
You couldn't even respond before he grabbed you by your neck, like a kitten, and walked back to the bed. He dropped you where you were before, and pulled the sheets and blankets over you again. While your mind was yelling and screaming, your body took comfort in the warmth from the covers.
"Who are you?" You asked again, more panicked and rushed. He grabbed the tray and placed it on your lap, since you were already sitting upright.
"You do not remember me?" He asked, almost sad that you weren't able to recognize him. You shook your head, and flinched when he reached to cradle your cheek.
"______, I am-"
There was a sudden ping from his pocket, and he angrily pulled out what appeared to be a cellphone. He answered, "What is it?"
"Father, there's trouble with one of our reserves. They have asked for an emergency meeting with the rest of the Light." The voice sounded similar to the lady who had taken you.
He growled, and you could see his fist shaking from anger. It scared you.
"Tell them to be ready by the time I get there."
He hung up without saying anything else, and turned to you again. He grabbed your hand and rubbed it, almost trying to give you comfort of some kind.
"I'll be back soon enough. Please eat at least something before I get back."
He let go of your hand, and got up from the bed. He walked over to the door, and turned around one last time, and gave you the smallest smile, before opening the door, and leaving.
You did, however, hear the doors lock, before you heard him walk away. You looked down at the food he had given you, and slowly, you ate, too hungry to even care if he had tampered with it.
You knew you had to have a plan to get out of there. But for right now, you decided to rest, and figure out why you were here.
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I was gonna write this completely differently, but it came out weird so I re-wrote it. anyways, I hope you enjoyed it ヾ( ̄▽ ̄)
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chuckyray · 5 months
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older brother made a name for himself with the cops
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ureithral · 6 months
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AU where kaoru is a vampire and rei is a human damsel in distress who’s in love with a certain vampire
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pcktknife · 9 months
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who's team r u gonna join for splatfest? moneys been losing so maybe frye has a chance </3
team love i didnt get to join marina's team in 2 so this is like next best thing for me plus love won the last two runs of this fest i want the streak completed 🫶🏾
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spaciebabie · 3 months
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You walk into the security room, as usual, and you notice Springtrap sitting in the corner with the sweater you had given him the other day, it fit his figure perfectly.
You also noticed he had the notebook you had given him with the sweater, you wanted to look inside but also didn't want to look at his "personal property", but even though you tried to fight the urge you still ended up with his book in your hand. As you look at each page you notice one page that interested you, you notice it was a drawing of you! Your face heats up, the drawing was really good, and at the bottom was your name with a heart next to it. Your face was really hot, and you tried to calm down but failed.
You set the book back down next to him, hopefully, he won't find out you looked in his book, you sit in the tattered chair and pull up the cams, you really don't understand why you need to look at the cameras if anyone broke in Springtrap would most likely murder them before they could even touch a thing. As you flip through the cameras you hear a series of clicking sounds coming from behind you, it was most likely Springtrap waking up, and of course, you feel a cold hand tap your shoulder.
You turn your head to look behind you, Springtrap was tapping his thinger against his thigh, you laugh and stand up, and he gets on his knees and puts his head against your chest while pulling you into his cold embrace.
( Springtrap loves to listen to your heartbeat, he missed the feeling of human affection so he will often hug, kiss, or nuzzle you for comfort he will also hold you like a baby, he's just an 8-foot metal bean <3)
BANGS. MY FUCKING. HEAD. ON . THE . TABLE/
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hamspamandjamsandwich · 3 months
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bruh ngl i see people complaining about ship wars in the yu yu fandom and i'm just like
damn
where? lol
everywhere i hang out is multishipping heaven, if that's your thing. i literally think i've only seen someone talk kinda-sorta-not-really-even-bad about my OTP once. just once. and it's like, the most popular pairing, so i find it very shocking that I don't ever see vocal shitty antis posting about it lol
mostly i've just seen people bitching about these alleged ship wars--granted, maybe it's not really worse than any other fandom, ergo there are ship wars. It's very easy to believe that there are toxic shitty fans when it comes to this stuff, i mean isn't there always? for whatever dumbass reason? I'm blessed to be a new fan and apparently sheltered from all the hateful shit.
idk dude. idk why people can't just like shit peacefully. if you hate what someone has written, drawn, or headcanoned...don't interact? bruh.
also people who hate shipping: that's cool and fine and your prerogative, now please leave me alone, I don't really care if you hate my shit, i'm just here to have fun, okay?
idk my point here is just, if you don't like something that someone else likes in this fandom. that's cool, that's fine. but go somewhere else that isn't filled with a variety of fans who like all kinds of ships and shit. we're all here to have fun, so if you're not interested in that, please see yourself out and find likeminded people
still searching for likeminded people to hate my NOTP with me in private of course
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snixx · 3 months
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be on tumblr long enough and you start associating all your favourite artists with specific mutuals even if you only met them after becoming a rabid fan. I hope you know you're never allowed to leave me now bitch you're NOT ruining my favourite artists for me
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mymarifae · 5 days
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DUDE COME ON
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