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flarefighters-fr · 2 months
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Ah... The person who got the Minty boi most likely isn't going to trade/sell, so back on the hunt I go!
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cruxia · 2 years
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unleashedsonic · 1 year
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i want the authentic ms paint pixel lineart experience but i cant draw on ms paint so looking for csp brushes is the next best thing but i cant find any that fit my vision..... this is pain
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nosongunsung11 · 2 years
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godfuckingdammit that sounder sure can death fic,
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stinkyratshadowgod · 2 years
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WHO THE FUCK WAS ASKING FOR WORLDS EDGE TO RETURN?!?!?
IT'S JUST PAIN IN THERE
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ineed-to-sleep · 1 month
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Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops
#I found out dr. kuras is 6'6 I said hold on lemme get a stool so I can climb this man#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved kuras#kuras#sleepyscribble#oc.emma#my mc is meant to be a self insert but also like. I wanted to come up w a design and character arc and everything jkvkvk#so I ended up basing her on my personality/looks but taking her into a direction that would fit the game#she's like. me but 'characterized' and a bit exaggerated for the sake of being a character yk#the way she turned out is that she's basically a friendly happy go lucky mage who laughs at her own misery but hides#a deep layer of self loathing underneath all that bc of her curse#having been cursed all her life she believes she's a monster and the sunny personality is a way for her to 'make up for it'#but at the same time she feels like a farse. like she's only luring ppl in to an inevitable demise#and she thinks she's selfish bc despite knowing the danger she poses she still goes out there and puts herself among ppl#bc she craves human connection. even tho she feels guilty for 'indulging' in it#anyway I love the cursed mc concept in this game <3 it's been really interesting to think abt how that would affect someone#also I kept her physical features looking pretty much like mine#bc I wanted to draw myself in a cute way. teehee#but the clothing I was basically thinking like. early game simple clothing that she didn't rlly pick for herself#and maybe later I can have an updated design w something she would actually pick for herself
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zivazivc · 1 month
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The Floyd JD and Branch sitcom in your head is the funniest show I’ve never seen
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can the third movie's spin-off series just be this please?
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suntails · 8 months
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do you deserve to be loved?
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god i hate it when i trim a post and it somehow ends up looking even worse
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picklepie888 · 2 years
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Society has progressed past the need for more Dracmina adaptations. We need a Dracula adaptation where Mina's unbridled hatred and rage towards the Count is so apparent that she's hellbent on getting revenge. We need a movie where she takes her rightful place as Dracula's arch nemesis instead of Van Helsing, who canonically was nowhere near as hurt by him personally as Mina has. This was the monster who traumatised her husband and murdered her best friend. He hurt the people she loved most, and she's going to make sure he hurts for the rest of his immortal existence.
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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:
BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)
Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.
That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.
Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.
(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.
She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)
“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.
“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”
“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.
“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”
“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.
“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”
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just wanted to draw him in something cute🛐
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gothpersy · 1 year
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very soft-of-core, very very soft, rotting actually
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sassy-kebab · 2 months
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Ik there have been instances of people from outside the strawhats calling zoro the vice captain so I really wanna see luffy's reaction to someone calling zoro the strawhats vice captain . Like would he be prideful at fact he has such an amazing VP
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moeblob · 4 months
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melonisopod · 4 days
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Lowkey going insane over Clear All Cathy I don't even want to finish Canto VI cause then all the Mirror World Heathcliffs will lose their Cathys they will lose their sole reason to keep going.
N. Corp. Heathcliff no longer having Cathy is so sad because he used to call out to her in his death line and post-Canto IT'S JUST SILENCE. HE SAYS NOTHING.
Just fucking me up how many worlds exist of Heathcliff ending up someplace miserable and soul-crushing and how having his little ring with her initials carved into it is why he keeps going. And how that was taken away from him! 'Our' Heath remembers her but the other ones don't, they dont' know why they're here, why they're suffering and miserable. What about N. Corp? What about Queecliff?
Hell even if his situation's much better off Sevencliff is sad too. Getting a job as a detective at the Seven Association is such a good outcome for him even if he finds himself overworked and stressed a lot but that's something he could have returned to Wuthering Heights and been proud of! He could have shown off to Cathy how cool his job is solving cases and impressing her with his work! But now what's left? Overworking himself on cases just for the sake of it?
It sucks and I hate it and I want to scream and throw up.
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