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notdeadyetnatural · 2 years
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“She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
The Man Who Would Be King // The Great Gatsby 
Tagging some people : ) @dont-steal-my-demons @cashairytits  @wormstacheangel @fellshish [ Let me know if youd like to stop being tagged :) ]
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redeggsandham · 4 months
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harbingersecho · 8 months
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all my ocs are actually just glorified dress-up dolls lbr
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confusedlucifer · 6 months
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i really said "i will tell you about my d2 guardians" and then completely forgot. anyway this is Sierra-8, she's tall, she's goth, they're a warlock, she's aspec, they dom and teach people shibari for fun and friendship bonding experience. she's her own worst enemy, they're god's most hated little exo, they communed with Nezarec and manifested extra arms, she had a long term relationship with Eris, eventually breaking it off on friendly terms, and a long history of pining after unavailable women and anyone who could bench press them. they make misraaks blush. she's on a quest to top xivu arath.
playlist // some actual backstory
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tvtropes dot org slash designated girl fight
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taakosleftshoe · 8 months
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So. There was a noticeable lack of silence in the beginning of today's Steeplechase episode. For those familiar with my nanofather insane post, you know I'm already on the case faster than Darla Davis.
Episode 35 followed up the rather offputting Krystal with a K intro with the Steeplechase theme song, and then... immediate dialogue, in media res...
Far weirder to me than the silence.
True, Justin could have just gotten over the bit since it'd been three episodes. Maybe the Nanofather truly is gone.
But I don't buy that. Not for a second.
Episode 33 ended with dialogue from Orwell, the gorilla-dactyl. Episode 34 we still had a solid six-second silence, then discussion period before Justin recontextualized them, presumably because Orwell was done speaking.
But 35. There is less than a second of silence. No fucking silence. It's just Orwell. Last episode Orwell was there at the start but he was just ominously staring at them right? Like he wasn't actively conversing with them, there's a precedent.
My current understanding of the nanofather is that he goes through electricity or energy and is specifically more able to inhabit animatronics, as we've seen with Geltfrimpen. When he's in hardlight, he can't really talk, just observe. In the arcade machine he was able to speak a bit, but it was weak and he seemed to be running out of time. In those moments, he is able to interact with the characters.
When the other nanofather intros start he isn't talking to the characters, though, he's talking to the players and audience. When he is talking to us/the players, he's called us spirits, and he seems to have a physical form but it's like... The mechanism is THROUGH the park. He connects to the animatronics and it's a bridge to the characters. There is a secondary function that connects him to us that was taken away when they were put in Kidadelphia. Not necessarily from the characters though. Because he manifests in electricity/animatronics and well... the animatronics of jungle island are FROM Steeplechase originally so he could have inhabited them that way and a part of him still be connected. Remember, he is scattered. He is not in one place, not in one form.
The significance of this episode is that we have further confirmation of the divide in how he interacts with the audience versus the characters. Justin makes a clear point that in Kidadelphia, they are disconnected from the main source of power within Steeplechase. If you connect this to the ways he's spoken with the audience, it makes sense-- we are heard through the "horn" and the walls.
Additionally, if we recall when he inhabited Geltfrimpen, creaky man said he was shattered in several places across the world. That shows that he, as he exists within the universe of Steeplechase, is not bound to the confines of the park (unless "the world" is the park).
TLDR The Nanofather exists in Orwell. He is sort of a spirit within the animatronics, it would seem. Or something close to that. He seems to have reverted back to observing rather than speaking, due to his weakened state.
Either that or Kenchal Denton killed him too hehe
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Total Drama pokemon AU: Team Star
So I was thinking about this and managed to figure out the bosses and cassiopia. Courtney, Izzy, Harold, Noah, and Eva are the squad bosses.
Courtney's reason is the same as Giacomo's (way too strict class president who was over throwned) except with her anger issues playing a role in it too. Instead of dark types she specializes in fairy and her team star uniform is really princessy.
Izzy's bullying was more ostracization and behind her back than to her face. She's the weird girl, the nut-case, the unpredictable. She specializes in fire like Mela for half obvious reasons half that was the only one left and her uniform is probably cannon izzy but more exploso.
Harold's was what it is in the show for the same reasons. He's the Atticus of the group so the ninja part is more prevalent. He also specializes in poison types and his outfit is similar to Atticus's too.
Noah's kinda obvious I think? He's a small, snarky, gay, no-it-all. He's an obvious target and there's only so much his insults can do. Dark types are is specialty cuz of the snark but also the schemer thing fresh never elaborated on. His outfit is probably has minimal adjustment from the school uniforms.
Eva is the Eri. I have alot of thoughts about the bullying she got but in short it was her being "man-ish" and the anger issues. She specializes in fighting types like Eri and while I didn't list them in the actual order of how you should face them she's the strongest like Eri too. I'm kinda lost when it comes to her outfit besides wanting her to have face paint like eri does. (Side note, I think Heather is Carmen in this scenario, fight me)
Sierra is Cassiopia. She's less how she actually is in Canon and more like the version in my head. She's socially awkward and tries to overcompensate by being overly friendly and overenthusiastic, so she's way more comfortable behind a screen. Like cassiopia she doesn't have a type speciality but I don't know what her team gimmick is yet.
But yea, that's my idea. I think the order for the bosses are Izzy, Harold, Noah, Courtney, Eva or something along those lines.
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rindomness · 5 months
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dndads with @moreclaypigeons is gonna blow out my ears
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notdeadyetnatural · 2 years
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Castiel true form mug 😊
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ryttu3k · 1 year
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Nines and LaCroix are officially The Most Divorced for this battle in @divorced-tournament! gj everyone!
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hotbeveragedog · 9 months
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I figured if I'm gonna have this account, I may as well post some stuff about my OCs!
It's Skye Sierra! Five time champion professional Space Racing Pilot, part-time gunslinger and all around prodigy in the cockpit! Skye can fly anything and she can fly it well... asssuming she can fit in the cockpit that is! At 229cm tall and being built, well, just a *little* bit chubby!
Feel free to ask any questions about Skye, or my other OC's!
First 4 art pieces here are by carpallove on twitter!
Last art piece is by s_miles_art on twitter!
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starryluminary · 19 hours
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The only downside of rewriting world tour is that now I like Sierra. Love her even. But not canon Sierra, no no no. That Sierra sucks now and forever. The Sierra I love is specifically the version of Sierra I’ve written. The Sierra with depth and who faces consequences for her actions.
If I had a nickel for every time I’ve rewritten a story and grew to love a character I previously hated in the process, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice!!
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Goofy ahh Total drama infection animatic.
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TFP Optimus died, that's how the series ended, but a certain series changed that so its not totally the case 😅
In ether way if Optimus returned alive to earth after sometime, what would his reaction be to find out Jack A.K.A Spiderman had a son with Sierra and named him Orion after him?
Oh he would be so flustered to know that Jack named his child named after him jhskfjhjhf
Optimus would say things like ¨I don't feel like I deserve this kind of recognition...¨ but Sierra would cut him off with ¨I didn't wait 9 months for you to come here 5 years later and don't like my baby's name¨
Now a mom and grandma will have a long talk with Mister Prime.
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void-botanist · 2 months
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Rose's Kiss Week Day 6: Home Alone
OCs: Sierra Callawel and Ian Carlisle (Spinder's oldest sister and her husband)
Words: 1189
Content warnings: none
Notes: Ian's canid form is a common raccoon dog. It is also well-known that shifting to that form makes you itchy.
When Sierra looked up from her computer, she could see the full moon hanging too-large over the faraway trees outside her window.  She’d lost track of time.  Ian would be transformed, now, and she hadn’t seen him at all.  She locked her computer and stood up.  The kids were out, so making a circuit of the house wouldn’t draw them out of their rooms and interrupt the nice night she wanted to spend alone with her husband.
“Ian?” she called as she started up the stairs.  “Where are you?”
She heard a mournful squeaky-toy noise from somewhere down the hall and smiled to herself as she went to find the source of it.  When she flipped on the light in her bedroom, she got a louder and angrier squeak from the bed, where a golden brown and black fluff of a dog was burying his little face under his front paws.
“Sorry,” she said, going to turn on her bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light.  He didn’t raise his head until she sat down on the side of the bed, and then he tried to crawl in her lap immediately.
Laughing, she held him back gently and got fully onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard before she let him snuffle his way into her space.  He seemed content to put his paws across her legs and rest his head on them, but she scooped him up all the way, holding him close against her.  His response was to put his paws on her arm and set his head there instead.  He was probably just tired after transforming, but he always looked so cute and sad in his dog form, and it made her want to hug him tighter.  So she did, pressing her cheek to the top of his fuzzy little head and then kissing him there.  He let out a longer squeak, stretching his neck out further, and as she petted his head she followed his gaze to the brush he’d set out for her.  Oh, of course.  Grabbing it was a bit of a stretch, and she almost dumped him out of her arms accidentally, but once it was in her hand she settled him in her lap and began running it through his fur in long strokes, head to rump.  Instantly he was a dog-shaped puddle in her lap, his only reaction little snuffles of pleasure.  
When she paused to pull out the mat of hair that had collected in the brush, he rolled over onto his back, cradled in her crossed legs.  She scratched behind his ears while she drew the brush along the contours of his ribcage and haunches and arms.  He didn’t even tense as she carefully brought it over his neck and chin.  As soon as she set the brush aside, though, he was getting back out of her lap, jumping down onto the floor with a cacophony of clicking nails and pausing in the doorway to look back at her.  She smiled and followed him back downstairs to the kitchen, where he waited by the table while she got their dinner out of the fridge: sliced chicken, lentils, and a touch of cranberry sauce.  For him, at least.  She could have as much as she wanted.  His was already in a bowl, so once she pried off the lid she set it in front of him on the floor.  He wagged his tail but didn’t move.  While she made her own plate from the main bowls of food, she saw him bend down and sniff his bowl, his eyes never leaving her.  
“You can start without me,” she said.  
He made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a growl and sat straight again. With a laugh she returned the food bowls to the fridge and brought her plate to the table.  
“Blessed be the fruits of the earth, and us among them,” she said, and he squeaked out the same cadence before shoving his face in his bowl.  She ate with half an eye on him inhaling his food, mostly because his enthusiasm was adorable.  
On the way back to bed she carried him up the stairs, letting him jump down on the bed before she got into her pajamas.  He didn’t stay on the bed, though, since she had to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he apparently had the energy now to not let her leave his sight.  He brushed against her ankles where she stood in front of the sink, hopped in the bathtub, and started rolling around on the textured treads on the bottom of it.  That was why he was accompanying her.  He’d told her before that there was something sublime about the feeling of the bathtub treads specifically that he really couldn’t explain.  He didn’t feel that way about them in human form.  She didn’t care as long as he didn’t leave his fur in the tub, though she was often the one who cleared it out to take a shower anyway.  But it was worth it to see him being so happy in there.  When she left the bathroom, he followed, and she scooped him back onto the bed.  He curled up right next to her while she read her book for a bit.  After she turned out the light, he yipped along with her presleep prayer, and she gave him a last pet on the head before relaxing into the dark.
At the crack of dawn the sudden weight on the bed woke her.  In the light that sifted around the edges of the curtains she could see Ian, now fully human, getting under the covers.  He turned his back to her—he might not even remember that his transformation always woke her up—but she came over to him anyway, putting a hand on his side as she kissed his shoulder.  When he shifted onto his back, she kissed his scratchy cheek, then gave him a peck on the lips before leaning back on her elbow to look at him.  There was always something a little canine about him to her, but it was stronger when he’d just come back—the way he blinked at her like a sleepy dog melded with the way he still smelled of fur.  And it was his smell, because he smelled the same if she met him in the middle of the hallway, or raiding the fridge downstairs.  After he took a shower it would fade, but for now she breathed it deeply.  She could never explain it to anyone but him, but these were the hours when he smelled most like himself, like her Ian.    
His hand slipped into the curls at the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss.  She wrapped an arm around his warm chest as he smoothed his other hand over her shoulder.  He kissed her a second time, then ever so gently pushed her away.  
“Okay, I’m sleeping now,” he said with a tired smile.
She caressed his cheek, then laid back on her side of the bed.  “Goodnight.”
RKW taglist: @jezifster @kk7-rbs @vacantgodling
Shifters taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs
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rindomness · 4 days
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akira bloodlust.
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i drew him and then i forgot to answer the ask
(palette)
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