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#man this came out of nowhere
channnel · 25 days
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He was a skater boy... she said see ya later boy... I have no explanation for this.
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 18 days
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Do you remember episode 12, season 3 of Xiaolin Showdown when Chase was trapped on that machine thing that was brushing butter or whatever all over his chest? Well, hypothetically speaking if First walked in on that situation, how’d he react?
Ok I cackled unreasonably loud at this ask
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listen i rewatched the episode (for science) and honestly the unexpected fanservice torture dungeon happened much differently than i remembered lol (also how fucked up is that right after Jack straigth up murked older monks?? wild)
but anyway basically what First Ninja saw
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ive been on internet too long not to see all of it now
congrats Jack you managed to traumatize a 800 year old ghost.
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extra doodle
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cry-ptidd · 5 months
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Alucard wouldn’t be nearly as fun a character if he wasn’t a disturbed, sad sack of shit of a man
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candiedfright · 2 months
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what's funny to me about the whole "oh dazai was definitely leaving sigma behind" thing is. even if you were to say that dazai has no care for anyone ever (he very much does regardless of the depth of his bond with a person but that's a whole different conversation that gets me heated so i won't go there here) do you sincerely think he wouldn't at least TRY to wake up the one person in the decay of angels who has the info he needs (which he might not even be aware of because he wasn't in the ROOM when sigma took fyodor's hand and passed out) and who he has formed a fairly civil relationship with. "oh but he already defeated fyodor—" you don't know that. none of us know that. and even if it's the case dazai is SET on finding out what fyodor's ability is/was. he literally told sigma that his plan was to kill him and have sigma take the information from his corpse. and let's say that he hasn't guessed that sigma took fyodor's memories and that finding out what his ability is/was after the explotion is impossible— why would he fucking abandon sigma like that. dazai is a lot of bad things, but he's not that cruel. and if you think he is then you've been manipulated by a fictional character i don't know what to tell you
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shobiolovechild · 2 months
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that one friend when they finally decide to drop some lore
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Fellas is it gay to randomly start conversations about each other's features,,,,
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basketobread · 5 months
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you do not understand. I have not stopped laughing for 15 minutes at your warlock who you have named warlock. No i'm so serious. (ALSO I AM THE SAME ANON WHO RECENTLY PRAISED LUNARA AND YOU ANSWERED, AND I HAVE RECEIVED THE HUGS AND KISSES FROM LUNARA. THANK YOU. I AM NOW GIVING MY SELF THE NAME OF 🌻 ANON.)
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I LOVE YOU 🌻 ANON!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SO DEAR TO ME!!!!! SORRY IM RESPONDING TO YOUR ASK SO LATE 😭💔💔
EHSNNSSJSN YEAH HE LITERALLY IS NAMED WARLOCK AND IT MAKES ME LAUGH TOO
im not even entirely sure what his name is. warlock is just the name he goes by. no one knows if thats his birth name or a nickname or what 😭
i mean he HAS a name that i put into the campaign hes in, and its NOT warlock… but i will not share it for now 🌝 warlock is warlock 🔥🔥🔥
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bl-inkstone · 1 year
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"when the fire takes and leave me nothing but ash, cup me in your loving palms and make me human again."
a short kaveh thoughtspost about you loving him, burnt edges and all.
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i think loving kaveh, for all his brilliance and fancy, is exactly what loving an artist is like.
it's not uncommon for him to come home with tired eyes and aching, reaching limbs honed onto you. most nights, you like to tease him and compare your love to a particularly needy limpet, where not even the crashing waves of alhaitham's annoyance at his "shameless displays of affection" (punctuated by sharp, pointed remarks and long side-eyed glances) are enough to draw him from your side. he says he clings to you because he missed your warmth, and that not even the most potent of electro slimes could ever compare to the amount of energy you give with one embrace. you only laugh in return to his poetic musings with one hand raised to hide your flushed cheeks from sparkling red-wine eyes.
but what is uncommon, however, is the first night kaveh came to you, tired and aching and physically reaching as he always does, but hiding behind halfhearted eyes.
at first, you feared what you believed to be the worst: has he fallen out love? have i been lacking in some way? am i not good enough anymore?
he reached for you and held you, yes, but you could feel just from his touch alone just how distant his mind is from you. were you any weaker, you would've stayed quiet, unsure and hurting, and internalized all of these little unspoken things until the day you could not take anymore and leave behind your heart (your love, and only love) alone in the four walls of his shared home.
but you aren't.
so here you are now, with kaveh near-catatonic on the floor and your anxious, worried hands doing all you can to bring him back to you.
it's been a rough few days, weeks, months for kshahrewar's golden boy, chasing deadline after deadline and just barely maintaining his own self-imposed standard of quality, and kaveh is barely holding himself together. and try as he did to keep such unsightly matters away from you, you've noticed. you always do. and it's the sight of your worried, asking eyes and the sound of your voice flowing through him, "what's wrong, my heart? what is it? how can i help?" that finally breaks him.
he has never denied you anything (not his joy, his company, or his pleasure), and as loathe as he is for his weakness, he won't start now.
so kaveh falls to his knees, strangely disconnected from his body with frustration and fatigue raging in whatever hollow he left behind. he tilts forward when his strength leaves him (when he finally allows it to, after months of pushing more, just one more deadline—) and feels himself physically melt when you catch him in ready arms and hears the steady beat of your heart. his genius is a passionate, fiery thing, lighting the way to grander ventures and innovations that could lead sumeru's tomorrow, but just as all fires do, it burns.
but here, he thinks, in the scorched ground of your embrace that no fire could ever touch, he can rest.
kaveh hates to disturb or inconvenience you in any way — being his lover, he'd often joke with quick, unsure eyes and a crooked smile, is enough work already. but you recognize his doubts as well as you recognize your own. he can't fool you. not about this.
so, you reach down and curl yourself around him, guardian and shelter and lover all at once, and allow him refuge from the burning embers still glowing in the dredges of his beautiful, beautiful mind.
"it's alright," you kiss the reassurance into the crown of his tired head, heavy with the weight of all that he carries with his name as the light of kshahrewar. "take all the time you need, my love. the world can wait for you. rest."
dampness invades the cloth of your robes and you feel them, his gilded tears (always gilded, because everything about kaveh, even his grief, is golden) soak through the skin of your lap.
"i have so much work to do." his voice is a fragile, ruined thing.
"the world will wait, and i will help you. there is nothing you can't ask of me, kaveh."
"you already do so much," he gasps through a stuttering sob. "i will - i will not begrudge you, my heart, if you choose to..."
no. he can't say it. he doesn't want to say it. there's something to be said about the old warnings his elders had about not speaking ill fates into existence, and the fear that he almost did so makes him shake like a battered leaf, barely holding onto his branch, in the raging wind. he shakes and muffles sobs that tear at your heart, hoping you wouldn't hear and think any less of him (because you must, you must, oh, how could he ever show something so ugly to you), and you understand.
"i'm not going anywhere." the words leave you like dew falling off leaves after a storm, and they sting and soothe in the same breath the burns he's hidden for so long.
(am i good enough for you? is all i am enough for you? when my hands no longer hold my pens the same and my words escape me, and the clay has become too hard for me to shape, will you still love me then?)
"i'm here, kaveh. yours, for as long you'll have me, and you're mine, for as long as you'll allow."
forever, then. through the blur of his tears, he raises his head and presses himself, cheek and nose and crown, to your waiting hands like a devout believer laying worship to the first temple that has given him solace in years. forever, forever and ever until the sands of time erode whatever is left of us that loves away.
he drinks in the comfort of your shared silence, basks in the security that even now, at his worst and most unbecoming, you still love him enough to allow him this. his heart settles, slowly, and his mind calms into something less frenzied, less a forest fire, and into something he can recognize as himself again.
kaveh has always loved your hands, endlessly gentle and comforting as they are. he could recognize you blind, deaf, and mute, from the sheer comfort your touch brings him alone. he grasps them in his own calloused fingers and lays soft, grateful kisses to each segment, knuckle, and stretch of skin wound around it. it's these hands that have soothed his physical aches with skin-warmed salves and massages. it's these hands that have calmed his mind in the worst of his passionate genius, running careful fingers through golden strands and reminding him "that the mind can churn and charge all it wants, love, but the body has needs too." it's these hands that have cupped him, left as nothing but ash and bitter tears and dead dirt by his own fiery resolutions, and sculpted him into something human again.
i love you, he does not say because the weight of all the love he feels, both in him and from you, chokes him to silence. instead, he closes his watery eyes and presses himself closer, closer to you, and breathes.
he shakes again in your embrace, but more softly, this time. calloused fingers curl around yours in a desperate bid to keep you close, so much like the stubborn limpet you'd liken kaveh to during nights when the fires hadn't burned him yet, and you understand.
i love you too.
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[i may not know much about kaveh, but he is very precious 2 me. i hope i did him some justice with this, and that you enjoyed reading it!]
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Low key this was probably my favorite part of the episode
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uncanny-tranny · 11 months
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Sometimes, when people try to invoke "trans-inclusive" bioessentialism in their arguments, I want to ask exactly what about our assigned sex says about our place in society, and ask how they've worked that into their worldview in a way that somehow simultaneously doesn't deny who we are and includes the fact that a trans experience will mean that we navigate the world in often very different ways than our cis peers, and often bucks the trends of what is commonly experienced by cis people
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crescentmoonrider · 3 months
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Also also smoker and crocodile valentinessssss <3
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yes !!! them !!! did i ever tell you that Sir Crocodile was the first character to awaken my attraction to fictional middle aged men ? i just decided to binge one piece in two weeks and by the end i was just sitting there like "fuck me, Crocodile was actually kinda hot huh"
but yeah anyway i just kinda whipped up some clothes for the love of cleavage and man boobs 😌
anything for my mans Sir Crocodile 💖
(also partly bc i refused to look at refs while sketching lmao)
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squuote · 1 year
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wanna share this glados design I made randomly before passing out last night. think it’ll make more sense when I color her but um.I love her
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So, remember that time in S5 of 2k12 TMNT where Donnie was channeling his inner John Wick and wanted to get revenge on a mob boss due to a past conflict, possibly acting in this manner due to them recently losing Splinter again and for good in that gruesome fight in S4 and it one of the ways that he is dealing with the grief without fully realizing it?
Cause I do and it stuck with me ever since my initial watch after all these years.
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keepthebeanscool · 6 months
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is. is “do you even KNOW what you’re doing?? you’re KILLING ME WITH WHAT YOU’RE DOING!!” from npmd a reference to “you realize what you’re doing, don’t you ted? you’re KILLING THE SHOW WITH WHAT YOU’RE DOING!!” from the hatchetfield ape man?;?;;????
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cassioppenny · 1 year
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im still mad about this
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mxltifxnd0m · 8 months
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#inmyteenagegirlwhosobsessedwithstilesstilinskiera
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