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onerudegentleman · 11 months
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when I’m in a who’s the biggest loser competition and my opponents are these guys
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meadowmood · 8 months
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You're wrong Antaras...
...nothing will ever be the same.
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Fanart based on the latest page of one of my favorite webcomics, Golden Shrike by @doe-prince
That line just hit different, the plot is getting SPICY
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itsbrucey · 5 months
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Part of me is a tad frustrated we haven't been able to crack 48/49% of the poll. Especially with so much effort going into it. And then I realized this is Glenn fighting against Carlos from NIGHTVALE. THEE TUMBLR PODCAST OF ALL TIME??? and then I'm in awe that grandpa is still fucking standing.
Idk I think there's something legitimately something there bc idk if any of the other contestant groups unionized as hard. that's fucking insane
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bananibal · 4 months
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spicy-buttfuck · 8 months
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Simon could have a monster wife if the writers aren't cowards. they could pull off a theme of "everything stays, but it still changes" by having one half of this couple finally accept the other as their monstrous and weird self and that's how these two both end up happy if they aren't fucking cowards.
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rotisseries · 3 months
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OH LOOORDDDDDDDDD. SHIN SOUKOKU SAVEEE MEEEEEEE
hey hashtag let's talk about how aku is only ever offensive with his powers never defensive he never uses them to protect, but dazai says he's most valuable in a supporting role, he's most valuable as the complementary to atsushi's offense, the backup, the cover, the sword to his shield. he's most valuable when he protects others!!
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0525s · 1 year
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lee jinki……… stop it……….
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sapphic-haymaker · 1 year
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man this morning im so sad that Limbus is a gacha, obviously i'd prefer that to it not existing at all. and i do not fault project moon at all for the decision. This industry sucks and gacha is the safe way of securing funding. It makes sense for an indie studio of 20 whole people.
but sitting here, having spent all my saved up gacha resources since launch on an attempt on the New Shiny Toy and not having got it, It's snapped me out of the honeymoon phase a little. I love this game, i love this world, i love the writing, i love the characters.
But getting a big reminder of how Gacha is fundamentally predatory and that this will likely happen again hurts. I played a ton of a Gacha before getting into ProjMoon's games and god was LCorp and Ruina back to back such breaths of fresh air. Two completed, finished pieces of art that quickly rose to be some of my favorite games of all time. I'm pretty sure i fell off of Gacha due to those games completely hooking me.
and I want more! Project Moon makes incredible stuff! I wanna support these people and their art. But even if Limbus is much more generous and skirts a good chunk of icky gacha stuff, it still is one at the end of the day. So now i'm faced with the choice of: don't get to experience more of the media i've fallen in love with, or be subjected to the inherently manipulative practices of live-service games.
I'm going with the latter, obviously. Limbus is still a very good game and i want to support Project Moon. But it's definitely going to sting a tiny bit knowing that the game will never be as good as it could've been if it was a complete product like their previous two entries.
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death-rebirth-senshi · 9 months
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RANNI DOESN'T *WANT* RADAHN DEAD WE DO THAT ON OUR OWN WHILE SHE'S SLEEPING!!!
Unless I'm missing some dialogue from Ranni after you learn this.
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure if you told Ranni beforehand she wouldn't be overly torn up about it and tell you to get his ass, especially given his current state.
(A lot of people that blame Ranni for Radahn's death seem to ignore, for some reason, that Radahn is in a state of constant suffering and wants to die, which is the reason Jerren holds the festival.)
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arashi-no-saxlphone · 1 month
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listening to Recieve and Bite You at work because yes I am receiving your shitty orders and atmosphere. I will be biting you.
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minty-bubblegum · 7 months
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agayhurricane · 2 months
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Finally some news about the upcoming book in the Incarceron series, Lachrymere!
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saturnsillk · 8 months
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This image got me kickin my feet and gigglin and shit… I am ill
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picks you up like an undiscovered species and wiggles you left and right
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AUGH! MEAN TO ME!/J/NSRS
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thegreatyin · 9 months
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paimak very enthusiastically gets four tickets so he can see oppenheimer four times in a row and the rest of the paifarithdeus polycule get individual tickets to all see barbie together once. this is really important canon information.
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shadowofwar-goober · 8 months
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How Pushkrimp and Horza First Met
They are my OCs and a new favourite couple between me and @space-arsonist. I love them so much 🥺
Warnings: Slavery, Living Sacrifice, Typical Uruk Violence
It was no secret as to why he was purchased from his previous master. Horza struggled to understand what the black-clad uruks were speaking about, but he really didn’t need to in order to know what was about to happen to him. 
He was small in his cage, but an orc couldn’t possibly be big when uruks were involved. His body was still chilled from the icy bath that his new masters had given him the moment he was dragged into their little coven. It was hostile but quick and they didn’t linger on his body any longer than they had to. If he wasn’t due to be sacrificed, Horza could have been overjoyed about being clean for the first time in years, perhaps even happier that a robe had been thrown over his head, as ill fitting as it was. But he couldn’t feel anything, not even terror or revulsion that he was about to be sacrificed in the name of their Dark Lord. He felt nothing. 
Nothing… 
Already, the thin white linens that he wore were covered in dirt. Horza stared at his knees and rested his cheeks against them. His wrists were sore from the chains he wore daily, even though the Mystics had removed them before he was shoved into his new cage. He didn’t want to listen but his ears picked up on what they were saying. Their dialect was nearly incomprehensible but he could manage a few words even though he was hardly paying attention to begin with. 
“...something, something Dark Lord.”
“...something, something hunting- no, killing-”
“....something about food or being hungry-”
It all blurred into white noise. Horza buried his bruised face into his knees, thankful that he had at least a small amount of his once bountiful hair left. It provided him the comfort of hiding his crying face… He knew he was pathetic but a part of him didn’t want the uruks to see his sorrow or fear, even if it was futile. Maybe he should put up one last fight just so he could die a true orc’s death. Maybe he’ll just let it happen though… Horza was tired and knew long ago that his life was forfeit. It was from the day his village was razed and he was captured and sold into slavery. If he could just manage one more slight against them- 
There was a commotion on the other side of the coven that pulled Horza out of his fantasy. Someone was shouting, which led to others shouting, though what really got his attention was the caragors that ran past his cage. His heart skipped a beat. Wild beasts? No, that’s not it. These beasts were starved and mangy… caragors take much better care of themselves out in the wild. One caragor skidded to a halt as it passed the orc and turned to sniff in his direction. Horza immediately threw himself to the ground and froze. If the beast decides that he’s worth it, there’s nothing that will stop it… A flimsy cage will do nothing to stop a starving caragor, but the beast's own survival instincts did. It ran off in the same direction of the other two that had passed Horza moments ago. 
Shouting continued, though it was joined by something akin to a roar. Horza was shocked and didn’t move from his prone position on the ground. What is this?! A raid?! He feared the unknown and he feared changing hands to new masters again, regardless of the fact that he would die either way should the Mystics have their way with him. 
It can always be worse… It can always be worse- 
Horza again became numb to his surroundings. He could hear shouting, no, screaming, and the crackle and brightness of a fire that was spreading through the coven. He closed his eyes reflexively in response to the bright light, but quickly reopened them when he heard a strangled cry and the thud of a body hitting the ground. A spear was lodged in his back and in spite of his dark clothing, Horza could clearly see a dark patch of blood spreading underneath the cloth. That weapon was longer than Horza was tall… The Mystic was dead before he hit the ground, something vital was hit, his heart or a lung. Horza’s stomach twisted into knots. 
He still isn’t used to it… How can a slave not be used to the sight and stench of death? His heart stuttered in his chest when the spear’s owner approached to reclaim his spear. 
Though he was flat on the ground, Horza was sure that this was the tallest uruk he’s ever seen. He was taller than the cage he was imprisoned in, as was the shield he wore on his left arm. With one foot on the Mystic’s back, he removed the weapon with little effort. He flicked his wrist and wet blood shocked Horza’s face. He jumped and gasped, which got the attention of the uruk that was only a few feet away from him. No. No, no-! 
His eyes were as intense as the fires that engulfed the Mystic coven. Horza shrank even further, whimpering softly as his eyes narrowed. For a brief moment, Horza could swear he saw the uruk’s brows falter, but as quickly as he noticed, his face was stone again and he couldn’t gauge what he was feeling. Disgust? He hoped it wasn’t anger… Another uruk, one similar in dress to him, asked in the common tongue-
“Are we takin’ prisoners?” The other uruk’s gaze drifted over to Horza then snapped back to the bigger uruk. He scoffed and bared his teeth. He barked something that Horza couldn’t understand, seeming almost offended by his subordinate’s question. And when the other uruk nodded towards him-
“‘im too?” His stomach dropped. The intense uruk looked him over then grabbed a hold of the cage door, ripping it off its worn and rusted hinges with such little difficulty that Horza nearly fainted. 
Whatever he said, he said it over his shoulder as he walked away. The other uruk shrugged and walked towards Horza. The orc instinctively tensed and held his breath as the back of his collar was grabbed and he was forced to his feet. He was all but dragged through the coven and he held witness to the horrors that the raiders had inflicted onto the Mystics in the minutes their ambush had taken place. 
Slaughtered, butchered, tongues removed and throats slit… Perhaps it was a mockery of the ritual that would have taken place with him in their place. Horza felt himself fading fast and he had to look away, gulping down the bile that threatened to surge up from his empty stomach. He was picked up, again by his collar, and dragged towards a group of saddled caragor. There was one uruk standing there, looking annoyed and bored. Horza was practically thrown at him and he fell onto the ground and remained there out of fear. 
“‘ere, boss said this ‘un’s going with us.” The other uruk curled his lip.
“Eh? Why?” He looked down at Horza with disgust. The uruk that threw him shrugged.
“Dunno. Wanna be the one to ask him?”
He shook his head ‘hell no’. 
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