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angelic-ish-phantom · 2 years
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Ghost Biology
Sam keeps notes about Danny.
This is not a weird thing to do when your friend is half-dead in her opinion!
…That doesn’t mean, she’s going to tell him about them though.
Not because it’s creepy in any capacity! But because her observations aren’t exactly on his powers. Just, other things. Little details that she doesn’t want to point out lest they freak Danny out.
For example, she’s pretty sure Danny doesn’t actually need to breathe. He just hasn’t noticed.
And that would be a concerning thing for her to know when he doesn’t, but it isn’t because he just… forgets to breathe a lot of the time. She doesn’t think he gets anything out of doing it.
However, Sam’s noticed he breathes at an almost-human rate when it gets warm. Maybe, it helps regulate temperature.
There’s also how sometimes, Danny is smarter. Or well, maybe not smarter, but… he processes things faster, he’s remembers more. He also gets fidgety, observant, and more prone to sensual affection.
And the state is something he visibly shakes off. He’s said before that his core was something akin to a ghost brain. She wonders if there’s any dissonance between how he thinks with his core and his brain…
Is it even actually thinking if he’s using his core. It’s a strange though. She wonders what it would feel like to hop from one form of thinking to another, much more foreign one.
There’s another thing she doesn’t think Danny has looked at long enough to notice. His hands are sharp.
Plenty of ghosts have claws, but Danny hands, his gloves, they sharped at the end like the fingers themself have pricked at the tips.
She first noticed it when he’d once used them to pry open the metal of Skulker’s suit with a casual easy, but he clearly hadn’t thought much on it, hadn’t dwelled on the action.
There’s also the fascinating thing that is his suit.
Danny can take it off just fine, but when he’s in a situation where it gets cut, he bleeds. Like it’s his skin that’s been cut.
She wonders often if him having skin under it is something he does actively. He feels the through the suit as well. She pinched his sleeve once to make sure he wasn’t just feeling through it.
She thinks it’s become something like a hide, but it’s definitely more sensitive than that…
Another thing she’s noticed is Danny growls. It’s a low, rumbling, angry sound from his chest that picks up whenever he’s stressed or annoyed. It’s extremely hard to miss if you aren’t paying attention.
When he’s fighting or in danger, they’re much louder and tend to change pitch with his speech. Its really cool actually.
Something similar to this that Danny has noticed is the purring. She’s pretty sure he only realized, because she and Tucker couldn’t just not tease him over it.
He only ever purrs around them. At first she thought it was something he could only do when he felt safe or relaxed, but he also uses it as a comforting venture towards them without realizing.
He also insist that the sound is just his core vibrating and decidedly not purring. He is wrong.
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rennyrose · 7 months
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Crybaby scribs
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angstywildcats · 1 month
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they're calling 7 year old maprojects classic....................... ( slowly withering into dust) (/LH)
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roomy-ghosted · 6 months
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"'why does everyone assume it's always about sex' looks at the narrator" Neil says, looking directly into the screen.
Neil really out here calling out the fuckers (cough probably twitter omg who said that-) who just think Astarion is all 'lets fuck ;}' and doesn't even try to have moments outside of that and I'm HERE for it.
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moonpaw · 1 year
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Kaido: I can turn into a dragon and fire blasts of pure destruction. My body is hard as steel and it is almost impossible to put a scratch upon it
Big Mom: I can give things souls to create an instant army. I attack with fire and lightning and my hat can turn into a giant sword. My body is tough and it is extremely difficult to damage me
Shanks: My haki is powerful and my swordplay is only matched to Mihawks, the worlds greatest swordsman despite my only one arm
Blackbeard: I can nullify my opponents devil fruits and summon quakes as I please. I am the only person in the world with two powers and I am on the lookout for more powers to steal
Luffy: hehe punc,h :)
Buggy:  clown 👍
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varilien · 7 months
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(character uses they/it) i keep wanting to start posting my ocs over here again and then Just Not Doing It so uhhhh !!! some stuff from february, had a dream about knives that made me think of a plant oc with a constant power output so extreme that it generates a deadly radiation field around them. because of that they've been living alone this whole time, avoiding contact with other living things, and over the years they've learned how to suppress that output for short spans of time or "safely" pour out the excess in order to be safe to be around, though they ultimately prefer their solitude due to a history of bad experiences with humans. they're very blunt, spiteful, and curious
@whatever-you-can-give-me suggested lr would make good friends for them since they are 🤝 about being extremely hard to hurt lol
also! wrote like 2k about they and razlo's first meeting below the cut if anyone's interested in some good ol violence + gore :3
that was a fr content warning btw read at ur own discretion:
Chance encounters with violent strangers out in the open desert are nothing new to LR, even when Livio purposefully had tried to find the quietest possible route to travel.  It’s not even necessarily surprising to run into someone a little to the left of human, someone a bit bigger or stronger or more durable than they really have any right to be.  The Eye aren’t the only ones designing freaks on this planet, that much is obvious, evidenced sufficiently by the odder fights LR have ever gotten in.  
And this one is shaping up to be one of their oddest fights yet.
Livio hadn’t seen the fucker coming, occupied as he was with the slow realization of why this stretch of road doesn’t see much use anymore: a creeping heat across his nerve endings unrelated to the overcast, evening suns, the taste of metal in his mouth, and a deep-rooted nausea twisting up his guts.  Radiation sickness.  He’s dealt with it before, and as unpleasant as it is, it’s hardly enough to slow him down too bad.  
It’s damn distracting, though.  A good enough excuse for not noticing them hiding up along the rockface above his head.  Not a good enough excuse to keep Razlo from tagging in, especially after something’s pierced straight through the back of his neck, nearly taking his head clean off.  
Razlo rolls for cover with a strangled sound, blood gushing from his forced-out throat and foaming at his lips.  Even with his senses jarred and his vision blurred, it'd take more than a near-decapitation for his instincts to be overridden.  He's slinging out a Punisher before he even knows what he's up against.  
There's a blur of motion to his right as soon as his sights are raised.  They're probably surprised Razlo's still standing, but so was everyone else who's gotten a lucky shot at him.
He can track their motion by sound alone.  They're sloppy.  Feet hitting the cracked earth in hard thumps, every one a warning that Razlo can aim a spray of bullets at.  And by now Razlo's healed enough to notice and wonder why the hell his head is still so fucked up.
At least now he can mostly see them when he turns, hanging back a ways, out of Razlo's reach.  Shorter than him by a head and a half, covered toe to tip in layers of sun-bleached rags, save for their face.  That's hidden behind a tall, curved mask, shaped in a way that looks an awful lot like a tomas' crest, with the false eye markings to match.  Even the glass for the lenses is opaque.  The only part of them that’s exposed is their left hand, extended delicately aside to keep Razlo’s blood dripping off it from getting on their clothes.
Razlo physically tries to shake out the buzzing in his skull that only gets worse by the second, only to notice the foul smell of burning meat and risk an instinctive glance down at his arm, where his flesh has started to bubble and steam seemingly on its own.  He looks between his arm and his opponent, the way their body tenses and head begins to tip, shaking hard, simultaneous with his skin boiling that much more fiercely.  
Something clicks in his brain.  There’s no way.
And no time to find out.  This time when they dart in he’s expecting it; he takes a swing at their head, and they dodge right into his follow-through, slamming his Punisher into their skull with a crunch and a wet sound from their throat.  They drop, like he’d expect them to, like anyone would.  And like no one does, they just roll out of the way and onto their back, braced to spring back up again.  Razlo puts his boot through their ribcage before they get the chance to.  That should be the end of it, too, but the fucker just keeps kicking, trying to get away, the only sound they make being the gurgle of their lungs filling with blood, and they keep kicking.
At this point Razlo doesn’t even have a plan anymore.  Needless to say, he doesn’t go up against an awful lot of guys who match him in the department of being a pain in the ass to take down.  Razlo's just starting to come up with a new idea when those long arms swing up, claws digging into and making ribbons of his right leg.
Razlo curses and tries to pull away, which only makes them hold on even tighter.  He's staring that four-eyed glare down when that burning feeling across his whole body raises in pitch again, and it's the sight of his flesh starting to disintegrate around their fingers that finally makes him back off.
Razlo rather gracelessly falls on his ass in trying to take a step back, not expecting his right leg to simply break off halfway down his thigh.  He scrambles back a ways, ready to keep going, missing limb or no, but— they aren't following him.  They're collapsed in the sand, limbs akimbo as they fight to draw a full breath.  Razlo watches with morbid curiosity as his severed leg dissolves into nothing more than an off-colored patch of sand beside them.
All that angry tension has gone out of their body, leaving them limp and motionless except for the stutter of their chest, and Razlo can hear the damp gasps muffled behind their mask.  By all rights, it should look like more of a struggle.  They should be dead, really, but from where Razlo is sitting, it looks a lot more like they’re just taking a rest.  He feels more sure of that when they roll their shoulders back a bit, arms braced in the dirt as they delicately arch their spine.  There’s some sharp popping sounds, and a little exhale from them; setting their ribs, Razlo figures.  He’s had to do the same thing before.  Once they can move their arms more effectively, they start to gather themself up into a seated position, bones and joints still crackling like popcorn here and there as they go, til they’re all the way up, with their hands resting in their lap, looking far too fucking comfortable for the fight they’d just had.
"You're not dead."
Their voice startles Razlo despite being as soft as it is, and his gaze flicks up to that mask, just slightly tilted to the side, orange lenses glinting in the harsh sunlight.  They don't move at all that Razlo can see.  Even their breathing has evened out enough to have become imperceptible under their heavy shroud; if they're in any pain still, Razlo sure can't tell.
"Nope," is all he says, or can manage to say.
He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking hard a couple times to scrunch up his face in the hopes his nerves might start feeling right again soon.
Another wave of nausea hits him, but his stomach was empty before the fight even started, so he leans forward to put his head between his knees and dry heave for a while.
The whole time, he's aware of his little opponent continuing to sit in silence, watching and eerily unmoving, even when Razlo manages to sit up again and wipe his mouth with his wrist.
"The fuck's yer deal, anyways?"  Razlo asks.
"'Deal'...?"  They echo.
"Couldn't exactly kill you, either."
He wasn't expecting them to spill their life story or something, but he was thinking he'd get something more of a response than their head tilting back the opposite way.  There's not a lot to work with here in trying to get a read on them, but Razlo feels it's safe to hazard they're probably just pretty damn confused, the same as him.
"You kinda smell like a Plant.  M'not an expert, but I've met two others."
Now that gets something out of them.  A tiny wiggle of their head that makes the pieces in their mask rattle.
"I wouldn't know.  I've only met me."
“Huh.”  
Whether it’s a confirmation or rebuttal hardly matters at this point.  He’s feeling sure enough that his assumption was correct, now, anyways.
"You, uh…"  Razlo has to pause for breath.  Unlike the thing across from him, he's having a hell of a time getting his back.  "You're the one making this radiation field?"
"Yes."
"Any way you could turn it down?"
They say nothing, though Razlo feels suddenly that he's being studied very intently.  And shortly after, slowly, slowly the fire in his cells begins to go out, and he can spit the worst of the sourness off his tongue.  Eventually he can't feel any radiation left at all, though his body's had a rough enough time from the dose he got, he'll be getting the sickness out of his system for a while yet.
Regardless, Razlo’s fingers twitch against the triggers when he hears that mask rattle again, and his eyes are on it in an instant.
"You didn't answer my first question," Razlo reminds, cautiously.
More silence, for a while.
"You wanted to hurt me."
There's no malice in the statement, at least that Razlo can tell.  Just the simple facts.  Still, he narrows his eyes.
"You started it.  Figured it was mutual."
"That's true."
Razlo grins.
"So, what now?  Regrow my leg, and get back to not killing each other?"
"If you'd like to."
That gets a laugh out of him.
"Nah, I think I’ll pass, if it’s all the same to you.”
“It is.”
That much is obvious.  They stay put, seeming transfixed on watching Razlo’s leg grow back, only a little more slowly than any of his other injuries, now that he doesn’t have the radiation to slow him down.  It leaves him feeling itchy and achy all over, and he’s got a bad hunch that right ankle doesn’t have the best chances of coming back right.  Once there’s enough of it to fuss about, he gets his foot in his hands and starts experimentally rolling it on its hinge, checking that the range of motion is right.
And still, those orange lenses glint at him curiously.  They don’t flinch or look away when Razlo considers them in return; he guesses they don’t know it’s not polite to stare.
“What's yer name?"  Razlo asks.
"My name?"
"Don't tell me you ain't got one."
The silence that follows is pretty self-explanatory.
“I’m Razlo.”
He can just make out the sound of them mumbling his name under their breath, like they’re not sure how it’s going to come out.  Almost warmly, almost shyly, they manage to say: “hello, Razlo.”
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renshengs · 3 months
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fang duobing is about BREAKING CYCLES he's about REJECTING BIRTHRIGHT he's about NEW GENERATIONS. he's spring. grows and grows, young and green and tender. he's both the subversion of the young wuxia hero and the purest version of it. clearheaded and kindhearted and generous with his love. so smart it's delightful, so smart it hurts like a heartache. he makes a point to tell it like it is. he's more thoughtful than anyone gives him credit for. he admires but doesn't worship his heroes, never builds pedestals to lift them upon. he won't fall to the insidious schemes of the jianghu as easily as those of the past. his idealism is passionate but full of the kind of clearsightedness that will carry him farther and better than all of the people who came before him. god. god! fang duobing!
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coccinelf · 1 year
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I love how Ed never hesitated to put his head on Stede’s hand in the bathtub. Stede put his hand on his shoulder and almost instantly Ed meets him there.
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dragonofeternal · 10 months
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Sometimes I just... think about how Razlo is the "younger" of him and Livio.
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Razlo, the Tri-Punisher of Death, the scary boogeyman we get introduced to with badass fights and copious carnage. Razlo, the scared, defensive other self there to take the brunt of the abuse Livio endured as a kid.
Razlo. The Younger of the two of them.
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Like obviously that's a thing that can happen with dissociative identity disorder, like alters are frequently "different" so him being younger, especially since he stems from specifically a childhood based trauma makes sense. But I just. I dunno. The fact that he's sort of a defensive side of Livio, one that's there to pop up when shit hits the fan and things have to get bad, despite being "younger" just gives me a lot of feelings????
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Maybe it's just his wide-eyed expression and general over-the-top emotions, but he does legitimately come of as younger than Livio, both visually and temperament wise. Livio's frustrated and angry at Wolfwood, he feels betrayed and resigned to having to kill his friend. His face gets SO MANY LINES to show how fucking haggard and tired of this shit he feels. Meanwhile Razlo is feeling the full, excited, almost carefree 8D of LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOOO to fight someone powerful, to impress Master Chapel, to prove his strength! Razlo's face is drawn with fewer lines most of the times, he grins more easily, his face, even thought it's the same face just feels... IDK. Even after Livio joins the good guys and stops looking quite so haggard and miserable, Livio and Razlo still visually read very differently!
And like. I dunno, I think it puts some of the stuff with him and Chapel in an interesting/more sad light as well. Where like. We know that Chapel really stuck his neck out to save Razlo/take him under his wing, and Razlo returned that faith and familial love fully! He completely trusts Chapel, and so it breaks him when he thinks Chapel has died. And then it breaks him ALL OVER AGAIN when he sees that Chapel was willing to kill him to get to Wolfwood!!!!!!
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I don't have any sort of grand thesis here. Just a lot of feels and me holding up Razlo going LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT THIS GOOD BOY HE'S DOING HIS BEST.
(All caps are from @trigun-manga-overhaul)
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fuckyeahfang · 6 months
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i am such a sucker for ships that are not “friends to lovers” but instead: “the absolute best of friends” to “i guess we’ll just be lovers? cause i don’t like anyone else more than you (and i know never will) …is that okay?”
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hiding-in-the-vault · 12 days
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cdrewam as a snake it's such a cool concept
CcDream was so based for that fr
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gumi-writes · 6 months
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commissioned from betofuuu
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rennyrose · 11 months
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livio has been one of my favorite characters in all of trigun since i read trimax, thank you so much for all the content of him!! i LOVE how you draw and characterize him so much!
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Aw shioooooot thank you-! I think he’s one of my favorites as well haha- and Since LR are introduced so late in the story a lot of who they are and why is more or less up to each readers interpretation- I appreciate seeing other folk’s thoughts and portrayals of them, it’s always fascinating to see- I could write an essay about their characters but I won’t ramble too much pffpfpfpft
I tend to more often than not scrib both Liv and Raz being happy/excited/dorkish cause I think they both feel a great sense of relief and freedom by getting to experience autonomy for the first time in so long
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vani-candy · 6 months
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hi im ready for a nap after working on this!!!
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spotsupstuff · 7 months
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off the string Boreas needs a chiropractor god damn.
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that he does! n the best he's gonna get are these two
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jbeansdraws · 9 months
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Incredibly silly Trigun doodle page from the past few days.
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