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psychonauts-faceoff · 11 months
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SOUNDTRACK ATTACK FINALE
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 6 months
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The Children... How will they be able to heal and find peace after everything they've witnessed with their own eyes? We are horrified by the footage of decapitated and dismembered children in gaza but what about the other kids who survived and saw their siblings/ friends/ neighbors like this? How will they forget?
The number of terrified, shivering Palestinian children breaks my heart. Do everything you can to stop this genocide!
The caption reads: The Children cannot bear it anymore 💔
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n64retro · 24 days
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Romani and the cows being kidnapped by aliens [referred as 'Ghosts' or 'They/Them'] in Romani Ranch. The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (Nintendo EAD, 2000).
Ghost Attack Koji Kondo The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask Soundtrac (Disc 2)
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sunnynwanda · 7 months
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Reaching out
"Villain, you're so scared of connection you do everything to make everyone stop liking you. It's not going to work on me. You can't make me hate you." Hero's voice was quiet - small as a whisper, yet their words echoed in Villain's head like tocsin in a belltower. It's not going to work on me.
Villain didn't manage to utter another word, their voice drowned by Hero's broad chest as strong arms enveloped Villain's frame. They struggled to stay unemotional and willed themselves to maintain whatever dignity they had left by focusing on breathing, using the pattern to contain the panic rising inside them. Just a few more seconds, so Hero does not figure it out.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Villain hated that out of everyone in their life, Hero was the one who actually bothered to look beneath the surface. To notice there was an issue, an inhibition of sorts. They pointedly ignored the warmth that spread across their chest at the thought of Hero thinking about them long enough of notice.
Hero never understood why Villain broke their hug so abruptly or why they never initiated contact, always staying at arm's length and stepping back whenever Hero came too close. There would be occasional touches when there was no way around it, but Villain would always cut it short. Five seconds or less. Too short - for Hero's liking, anyway.
As time went by however, Villain started leaning closer, lingering longer and even went so far as to touch Hero's shoulder with a bare hand once. Despite the sensation sending them into the pits of darkness deep within their being, Villain needed more. They craved more.
Villain got attached. Much to their horror and Hero's - although short-lived - delight. Hero was painfully aware of their lack of contact yet blissfully unaware of their struggles. They attributed the issue to Villain's being shy or - worse - not reciprocating the feelings that Hero harboured for the past months.
Villain's mentor always told them to wear their opponents out to make them reveal their weaknesses. This time, there was nothing intentional about it. Villain wasn't trying. They couldn't have predicted it. They got attached to Hero. Hero got attached to them. The type of attachment ended up being an issue.
They lasted longer than expected, and Villain wasn't sure if it was Hero's optimism or perseverance that fueled their determination. Possibly both. They couldn't handle the way Hero felt about them. They wanted to. They tried. Again and again. They would spend nights tossing and turning, convincing themselves it could work. They could get over their issues. They allowed Hero to hug them, right? They could learn to accept their touch and the feeling of their skin against their own. Maybe it would take time and effort, but they certainly could try. Time fixes everything. One step at a time.
Except it did not. Every time Hero held their gloved hand a second too long, Villain could feel their insides twisting into painful knots. A slight brush of fingertips against their cheekbones was enough to send their mind reeling. And the one time Hero made the mistake of kissing their forehead left them throwing up in an alleyway, unable to calm their stomach or heart.
Soon, Villain found themselves avoiding Hero's touch yet longing for their company, staring from afar yet averting their gaze as soon as they were noticed. Villain was falling and knew only one way of stopping before it was too late.
"I loathe you," Hero snarls, standing with their back to them.
It's not going to work on me.
"It worked," Villain whispers as the door shuts behind Hero's back, locking them inside their ascetic cell. It worked. Even if it took wounding Hero's shoulder and breaking their trust.
"But it doesn't mean I don't love you," Hero's voice is as quiet as it gets - a part of them wishes Villain wouldn't hear it.
"Stop." They mean to sound harsh, but their voice wobbles. Villain hates the effect Hero has on them with the entirety of their being. "Stop trying to make it work."
"Then stop trying to push me away," Hero counters, turning around. Their whole demeanour oozes conviction. The anticipated hatred is nowhere to be seen. "Or do it better."
Before Villain can react, they swing the cell door open, stepping out as they come face to face with their shocked nemesis. "How..?"
"Did you think that cell would be enough to contain me?" Hero questions, slowly approaching. "Or did you convince yourself hurting me would?"
Villain's brain seizes functioning completely. So much for locking them up.
"You could come up with something more cruel than that," Hero continues, keeping their hands behind their back to avoid triggering Villain. It took them way too long to put the puzzle pieces together. "Or you could let us try."
"You have no idea what you're talking about, Hero." Villain shakes their head but doesn't move away when Hero continues walking towards them.
"I think I do." Their confidence makes Villain want to scream, but they find no voice to do so. Why do they feel so fragile in Hero's presence?
Breathe in.
"It will take a lot of time," they sound drained of life, and if Hero didn't know better, they would hug Villain. They smile instead.
"I can wait." Villain meets their eyes for a moment before fixing their gaze on the extreme beauty of the wall behind Hero's back.
"And even then, I might never be fully normal again."
"I can handle that, Villain." Hero shrugs nonchalantly, stopping at a tolerable distance from Villain. "I've told you before. You can't make me stop liking you. It's not going to work on me."
They extend their arm and hold their hand with their palm up, waiting for whatever Villain decides. They register the quiver in their chest when Villain lifts their hands, sliding one glove off and intertwining their fingers with Hero's. Hero gives their fingers a gentle squeeze, beaming at them before letting go. Five seconds it is. Villain can't help the grin that finds its way onto their face when they pull the glove back on.
Breathe out.
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In case anyone wants to buy me a Ko-fi
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aengelren · 3 months
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the final day and last time ever that Aot is eligible for awards, cast your final vote ♡
lets give back to the producers, staff and author
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melishade · 8 months
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I'm surprised that people tend to forget that I'm using TFP Optimus and Megatron for AOP, not any of the other iterations. I bring this up because:
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SOMEONE MADE A THEME FOR ATTACK ON PRIME!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!! AHH!!!!!
Thank you so much Ultra Battle 99! This has really just made my day! THANK YOU!
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snathark · 5 months
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My tribute to Jean, the most reasonable character on Paradise
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From his argument with himself about continuing fighting after he got what he would seem to dream about and to the moment “this is what the Survey Corps is famous for” when he is hanging on the bones with Reiner. I like this range
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arteastica · 9 months
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2023.07.27
Hylian Erwin I guess
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reinabeestudio · 6 months
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Listens to Lay All Your Love on Me & Angel Eyes and gets possessed
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eatacrackerandstop · 4 months
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IM SO DONE RN
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psychonauts-faceoff · 11 months
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SOUNDTRACK ATTACK ROUND 2
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LINKS: [X] [X]
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woohooincoffin · 1 year
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verfound · 10 months
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FIC: Coffee Shop Soundtrack: 1/10 (MLB; Luka)
Rating: Mature
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Original Male Character, Anarka Couffaine, Juleka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Tom Dupain; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Luka Couffaine & Anarka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine & Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine & Tom Dupain, Luka Couffaine & Everyone (basically)
Summary: It all started one Saturday when Luka picked up an extra shift at work and his estranged father unintentionally stopped in with his new family for coffee.  Now Luka’s…processing.  Dealing.  And not well.
Sometimes it gets worse before it can get better.  Sometimes it doesn’t get better at all.  Sometimes that has to be ok.
Author’s Notes/Warnings: (Big Long Wordy Note About This Fic on Ao3 Cut For Tumblr Sanity but) That ficlet from back in 2019 that became more than it ever was supposed to as Ver worked through some shit and oh my God it's finally up I'm not freaking out at all
Ch 1
Coffee Shop Soundtrack
Chapter One: That Saturday He Saw the Tattoo
“Have a great day, ma’am,” Luka said as he handed the woman with a large hat and oversized sunglasses her change.  She nodded curtly and moved on to the end of the counter, and Luka took a moment to breathe.  Usually, he worked the afternoon shift.  It was a schedule that had worked around school, back when that had been a concern, and after he’d graduated he’d asked to stick to it.  It helped with his nocturnal lifestyle, and it was easy enough to work around gigs and his girlfriend’s own crazy schedule.  Still, every now and then his manager asked him to pick up a morning shift on the weekend.  It wasn’t always bad: he liked the little café he’d started working at during his final year of lycée.  It had a nice, laid-back atmosphere, the pay was good, and the owners had offered him a fairly steady gig on Friday nights.  As jobs go, it could have been a lot worse.  At least this one didn’t get messed up by unexpected rainstorms (which, in Paris, happened more often than he liked – it was the biggest factor in his decision to leave the pizza shop and apply at the café).
The morning had just been…taxing.  He’d performed the night before, and while he hadn’t stayed too late he’d spent a good two hours after the performance walking around the city with Marinette – and even longer after that texting her once he’d seen her home.  When Elise had called him at six-thirty that morning because Trevor had called out, he’d sorely considered chucking his phone out the porthole.  So he was already tired to begin with, and then the weekend rush had come through.  He reached up and rubbed at his eyes with his forearm.  At least the crowd was tapering off.  Two more hours, and then he could crash…
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mobolanz · 7 months
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Pov: you watch aot through my eyes (⁠ノ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ノ⁠*⁠.⁠✧
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rawliverandgoronspice · 3 months
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I know I'll never beat the Ganonsimp innocent baby uwu allegations, but, in that particular light, it's very funny to me how one of the First Things he does in the animatic is to gleefully attempt to explode children u_u
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star-wars-forever · 5 months
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Love Pledge and The Arena
John Williams and the London Symphony Orchestra
Attack of the Clones original soundtrack
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