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moxielynx · 4 months
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reboot doodles and ester :3
decibel doodle is a redraw of this frame
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lorddecibel · 6 months
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I got officially diagnosed with autism and now my childhood makes sense
GOD I'M AUTISTIC
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callme-flower · 3 months
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Happy valentines day!
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asoupofstar · 2 months
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pastelclownz · 6 months
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the ben 10 reboot sucks but he is silly i fear
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how and why did you stop worshipping lord Decibel?
Last month I decided to take a break from worshipping him and I decided to go back to worshipping Jesus. I stopped because it got me into too much trouble (with friendships), and I almost lost a friend because of it. Besides, my mom threatened to ban decibel if things got too far.
But yeah, thanks for asking.
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uforodz · 1 year
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um hi. aggie doodles 
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blazingflareon · 1 year
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quick ref for my reborn mc + their team :] they were named sylph in-game but i like decibel a lot so either name works lmao anyway im getting so attached a whole pre-reborn backstory is starting to form in my head help
technically they have an entire box of ‘backup’ bc pretty much every major fight needed different pokemon but these i was actually attached to lol. also noticed i sure do like nicknames that end in -i or -y huh
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headspace-hotel · 10 months
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I've developed a method of generating names using InferKit and it's to click "random generator" on fantasynamegenerators website, select one name from the generator given, repeatedly click "random" until you have a list of names from a random assortment of generators, then give the list to InferKit. this foolproof method creates the utmost randomized fantasy names
Selected results:
Jorath Flechte
Hendzel Marca
Bivvar, the Axeman of Love
Marban Xax
Edin Baxard
Osombrating One [lowkey love this]
Tinted Nichemaker
Quaggy Jim
Solondral
Lytrion Nagual
Korben Roan
Smutius
Jhoss Thong
Fleckit Azal
Falepuffin
Dook'o
Pique Camomile
Galuzir of the Third Burial
Ivril Tuul
Chaffeet
Marvus Crilshar
Sporkbender
The Hague Noob [fave]
Eadne Applefritz
Sminty Auzaro
Thrixe Masquerain
Alun 'Tendril of the Callous' Eliasson
Flickers
Telic Feccle
Longtone Bee-Root
Tethe'lan
Hardtack Ari
Deste Daizee [absolutely using this at some point]
Malee Mehli
Martmuff
Paragon of Sin
Porze Quenlan
Captain Crunch, Heartless Lord
Curtainschuft
Joma Twisp
Farassim Farsniks [flawless consonance going on here]
Tally Ho Big Shadow
Peregild
Knut Oxensturr
Decibel Drears
Medley
Black Market Narcotic Dealer [a little on the nose don't you think?]
Whimsmith
Qubag the Loose Brocade
Horsecutter
Tina the Macaroni Master
Willam Boxx
Maelstrom Twistedfeather
Balageer Snif
Elega-Gallbladder
Klaugetunes
Lucius Ah, I Shall Scream!!
Divine Spine
Latchlin Snowfox
Gemmick
Machelle Toi
Eroril Léki
Daehlaakth Parro
D'Reekle
Armored Rider Tyrannosaur
Jackalforn
Uurd-Gildo
Azurag Perfidious
Huzzix
Seffran Ten Armour
Edsel D'Prey
Bowstraker Slothripper
Adam Jerkini
Monocorn
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muffinlance · 1 year
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Cheating at Pai Sho Outtake: Crew Interrogation
Opened up Cheating at Pai Sho and this alternate version was just chilling in my notes. I ended up using the “Sokka goes out drinking with the crew” version instead, but behold, the crew messing with Zhao’s men:
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Sokka was entirely unclear on whether the crew didn't notice him under his newly replaced guard helmet, or just didn't care.
"Look sharp, Ensign Other One," a fellow creepily anonymous skull-mask-guard said, giving Sokka an elbow nudge to the chest plate, and firmly putting an end to the did they know or just not care question. "Hostiles incoming."
"What do we do?"
"Mess with them." The guard lifted his faceplate. Hawker Genji winked at him, then let it drop.  
Heavy boots stomped up the loading ramp, mere minutes after Zuko and the resupply party had left.  
"Attention on deck!" one of the newly arrived armored-but-not-wearing-helmets guys bellowed. None of the crew had any particular reaction to this bellowing, probably because it was a few decibels below what they were used to. The man's lips twisted down. "The port commander has ordered a mission debriefing. You will assemble all crew—"
"Yes," Genji said, and the same time a woman next to him was saying "Agni blight it," and handing over a handful of coins.
The port inspector snapped his head towards them. "What was that, crewmen?"
"Nothing, sir,” said Genji. “Just won a bet. Thanks, by the way."
"Nothing, sir,” said the woman. “Just lost a bet. Thanks, by the way."
A third crewmember snickered, and stifled it as soon as the dock officer whipped around to glare. And suddenly Sokka realized why everyone on the Wani had put on their own helmets: near-complete anonymity.
So began the messing with.
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The crew was, basically, locked in the mess hall. Except for the people who the port officer had hauled off to speak with one-by-one; they, presumably, were being released into the Wani wilds elsewhere, to minimize the getting-their-stories-straight thing.
"Do it," Genji urged Sokka on. "I'll give you a silver if you do."
"He's low-balling you, kid," Assistant-to-the-Doctor-and-Occasional-Pikeswoman Satomi advised.
"What even is a silver worth?" Sokka asked, having grown up in a region largely decoupled from the greater world economy. "I need a baseline for how much this is worth to you."
"A silver is worth about five kilos of rice if they don't know you're from the Wani," Satomi said. "Half that if they do. Hold out for a gold from him, at least. That's ten silvers, or an hour with a really good hooker."
"Sssh," Helmsman Kyo shushed, in a manner most shushily. "I can't hear what they're saying." He had his ear pressed to a metal pipe that connected to another pipe that ran to the room the port officer was doing his interrogations in. "Wait no, I got it. Okay, so we're up to The Avatar appeared before Prince Zuko in a column of light which vanished into the sky, leaving behind the last living airbender. The airbender lives on our roof and helped us fight off the Southern Savages that attacked us from the sky on their snow-white beast. It sounds like they're—yeah, they're finished! Next up!"
The uninterrogated remainder of the crew all assumed their sullen stances, and waited for the the port officers to drag the next of them off. Satomi was picked, and went with some literal dragging of heels. "Oh no, not me."
The Wani crew, as it turned out, tried very hard to be consistent in their ridiculously over-the-top rewrites of the truth.
"We don't get battle stories to brag about," they'd explained to Sokka. "But we do get Avatar Hunt ones."
Kyo pressed his ear to the pipe again, and continued his narration. "Okay. Good, good—she laid out the basics again. And she's adding—oh wow, this is great—'Together with our new airbender, we brought the light of Agni to the frozen heathens, and converted them to our cause. Now they worship graven images of Fire Lord Ozai and leave offerings at the rusted ruins of our ships—'  
Sokka. Knew what he had to do.
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"Sit," the port inspector ordered.
Sokka sat.
"Your fleet commander demands an explanation for this wasteful expenditure of resources to the south," the man snarled. "Tell me the truth of it. Start from when your ship departed this port the last time."
"Well, I'm not going to be able to help you with that," Sokka said. "You see, I was out minding my own business on my culturally inferior ice shelf when the light of Agni shown upon my world. Also, Avatar something-something? I forget what they told me to say. Anyway, long story short, I'm a converted Southern Savage. Hail Fire Lord Zuko's Dad!"
It might just be the sleep deprivation, but the guy's expression was hilarious.
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"How did you all get written up for insubordination?" Zuko shouted. "I was gone for less than two hours! You're not even in the navy!"
"Yeah," the Water Tribe peasant said. "That officer guy got really angry when he thought I was giving him a fake name. Then he heard them calling me 'new guy' and just wrote up Pikesman Kazuto. Sorry, Kazuto."
"He… what?" Kazuto, who was carrying the last sack of rice aboard, paused long enough to look befuddled.
The teenager shrugged; his armor clattered and creaked even worse than Jee's. "What can I say? Just because I'm not part of the navy doesn't mean I'm not part of this crew."
There was. There was so much cheering and backslapping. Zuko had left for less than two hours, and now his crew liked a Water Tribe barbarian more than their prince.
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moxielynx · 4 months
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doodlesssssss
3rd image is of my ben 10 ocs Nova (pyronite) and ryan :3 fourth image is just lord decibel and an oc i made based off another oc of mine because lord decibel is literally just ac void /j
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lorddecibel · 6 months
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Bluey made me sob so much
Why Bluey and Bingo get a great dad but not me?!
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callme-flower · 4 months
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*In the past*
Lord Decibel:*cries*Daddy,my tummy hurts very bad
His dad:What else?
Lord Decibel:I'm bleeding
His dad:Ah,it's normal dear.It's just your period.Didn't your mom told you?
Lord Decibel:It's supossed to hurt that bad?
His dad:It's normal so you should stop crying about it and take some ibuprofen
*In the present*
Lord Decibel:Tiara,my tummy hurts.
I think my period came
Tiara:Do you want ibuprofen?
Lord Decibel:YES,PLEASE!*passes out from the pain*
Tiara:OH MY GOD!
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asoupofstar · 4 months
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I dont wanna school:,(
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Pic for the writing 🤩
He’d expected so form of humiliation from the Night Court. Had known that his role would be played perfectly as it ever was. But he did not know that the raven that flew with the magpies and pigeons still held her talons.
She’d looked more like a wraith with that black dress of ribbons, oh how little he had known before she was curtsying to him with the grace of a cat, offering to take this dance instead of her High Lady.
He noted the raised brow as she waited for his acceptance, knowing it would be a yes, as if she were to have the foresight and not her younger sister. With his own grace he offered his hand, leaning down to kiss the one she put atop it, maintaining eye contact as his lips grazed over each finger in deft light kisses that were unseen from the onlookers.
Soon they were brought up in the sway of the music and he watched as her dress transformed into the iridescent colors that gilded the feathers that could come out of her arms with one too fast twirl with the way the ribbons practically turned to the very feathers he hypothesized she had hidden somewhere.
“How does the Night Court still fair My Lady Nesta?” He asked, perhaps hoping for an upper hand that Rhysand wouldn’t so easily give him. Or perhaps? No, he wouldn’t even think it here. Not even in his own court.
“As it always does My Lord.” Her piercing storm eyes stared up into his amber ones, “And the Autumn Court is as biting as it always seems to be?” She arched a brow with the same ease as he twirled her as far as his long arm could take her.
“As it always is.” He told her with a hungry smile as he pulled her as close as possible, holding her tightly as the music lowered to a near silent decibel even for the fae. “Are you to be a new spy? I do grow rather tired of the other one.” He whispered into the shell of her ear, running a lick of orange flame across her knuckles.
“If I were, why would I tell you My Lord?” Oh, how he knew she was taunting him. He could feel the gaze of her mate as he sent her into another twirl and gave a cold grin in the direction of that bat.
“I would ask what times you’d show in my forests. If I were a betting male, I’d say you’d sooner be more forth coming with that knowledge than the other one.” He had her back pulled to his chest, filling her breath still coming in even pulls.
Hands grasping hips, he sent another tendril of fire to graze up her throat kissing sweet and hot flickers to her jaw and cheek bones creating an elaborate collar of oranges, reds and yellows. That had done something to her cause in the next instance she was swirling her own silver flame through the slits of his shirt, winding around his biceps the way she might her fingers.
“I always win my bets.” Her voice was husky as they flew on the dance floor, they were spinning faster and faster claiming more and more of the floor until they were in the center of the floor. The center of a rosebud in bloom.
“Do you trust me My Lady?” He asked in her ear as the band began its last crescendo. She turned her tempest eyes on him a brow swiping.
“About as far as I can throw you My Lord.” Her tone was biting but he knew she would let him do this.
He tossed her into the air, spinning at a speed that made her dress all but lose the blackness that had be originally shown, a kaleidoscope of purples, blues and greens. He caught her with an ease as if they’d been dancing with solely each other for centuries and not for a dance here and there with these damned balls that Rhysand held.
As her feet landed on the ground, leaning onto him raising her chin for something he could not offer in the public eye, he raised his own chin, grazing hers. And because he was a glutton for punishment, he lit a crown along the top of her head, his flames mingling with her own in one last bid goodbye.
“Till the next time My Lady.” He bowed to her as she curtsied yet again.
“Till next time My Lord.”
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My first public playlist on Spotify
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