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I got dragged into precure recently so.
Rejoice, magical girl submas upon ye
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What if Arceus and Giratina were teeny fairy mascots and the twins can activate a magical girl transformation with cute magical pokeballs
As much as I love Giratina, it was hard to make a demon snake thing look cutesy so. Cat time.
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Ingo can fly, Emmet can make floating golden platforms to step on.
Emmet is taller bc of Arceus-given heels. Go off.
Emmet can use the floating spiky things behind him as a weapon. Ingo just has a gun. A hot pink cutesy gun covered in ribbons but it's a gun.
Ingo's cape looks like a Minecraft end portal bc if he moves the texture stays static. It also works like a hammer space. Infinite storage in the distortion cape.
Both of their hair gets longer when they do the magical girl transformation but instead of just getting fluffier like Emmet, Ingo goes from small ponytail to longer than waist length hair. Wooo!
What do they do? Beats me. Haven't thought about that yet. But I do know Ingo baffles the hisuians and laughs at Volo for failing to realize his trump card up and left.
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rendiggitydog · 9 months
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WHOS READY FOR OPENING DAY LETS GOOOOOO
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maesaeart · 2 months
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long time no see hehe
introducing my self insert to Hopes Peak, Rae!!!! (be gentle with the weirdo pls)
she's the ultimate shibari (prefers to tie but is down to be rigged)
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freckled-paints · 7 months
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Story time!
this was my contribution for the bluey fanzine!
can you spot the long dog?
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jelliclewhiskers · 5 months
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Yours truly at Smitty's Super Service, shot on 12/22/23. 💥
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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year
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[8:25 PM] “Too bad the game got rained out, huh?” Chris grinned as you both slogged, soaking wet, into the entryway of his townhouse. “It was just getting good, too.”
“Ugh” was all you had to say as you attempted to wring out the sopping material of your shirt.
“You can borrow something of mine, c’mon,” Chris said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and beckoning you to follow him up the stairs.
He could hear his roommates making a racket in their rooms, as usual, as he made his way to his room. So long as they didn’t come out to terrorize you, Chris was fine with the noise. It had taken such a long, careful process of coaxing you out of your shell, and the additional risk of confessing his feelings to you, before you both got to this point. He didn’t want Jisung or Changbin making it harder for you both.
“Do you have something warmer than just a t-shirt?” You asked as Chris closed his bedroom door behind him.
“Yeah, I’ve got sweaters and stuff in my closet, help yourself,” he offered, going over to his dresser to find a clean shirt.
Once he’d changed, his eye caught on the lyrics notebook on his desk. He picked it up, flopping back on his bed and examining the latest page. Where had he left off? He knew this one had been stumping him somewhere.
“Where should I put my wet stuff?” You asked.
“Oh, you can just lay it over my desk…chair…”
Chris set the notebook down slowly and sat up, staring.
You gave him a Look. “Don’t. Don’t you say a word.”
“No, no, like…it’s just,” Chris paused, taking in the sight of you in an oversized light blue sweater he’d completely forgotten he owned. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
“Yes, well, they were the dry ones,” you said wryly, laying your shirt over the back of his desk chair as instructed.
“Hmm,” Chris said, still staring.
You turned back to him and folded your arms over your chest. “Are you going to be like this every time I wear something of yours? Or even something particularly colorful?”
Chris valiantly fought back a grin. “…No.”
You sighed, sitting next to him on the bed and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”
“Sorry,” Chris grinned, not sorry at all.
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actualbird · 5 months
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i can't insert images so i hope u know what I'm talking about but marius secretly orchestrating an NXX hangout is so precious and dear to me. NXX found family REAL!!!! hopefully u were as insane about this fact as i was
(having thoughts about marius being embarrassed/shy for quality time with his favorite people in a polynxx scenario now. thanks hoyo.)
// enduring light event story spoilers
worry not because i can insert images in the response and heres that bit but from my reactions thread on twt because i ALSO LOVED THAT PART SO MUCH
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marius: oh nnnooooo all you other guys butted into this conversation i was having in front of all of you. oh nnnnoooo you all wanna join this event that Needs 5 people teams. oh nOOoOOoooOoO we're gonna have to go on another kooky adventure together!!!
rosa: I See What's Going On
marius being shy to ask for quality time with the team is SO CUTE and i now hc that thats how he is when hes even asking for regular things like hangouts or dates, he says it under the guise of it being either something else or him making it look like he toootally didnt plan for it, no siree
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italictext · 3 months
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Made a DN oc (Rae, it/its)!! Rae and L work together and here's a doodle of Rae styling L's hair! :3
( @nateriverswife @/ing you because you're kinda the reason I decided to draw them lol)
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ya-boi-haru · 7 months
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What Fable SMP moment lives in your head rent free?
I'll go first:
In Season 1, when Icarus first got a mystery box/mail from 'Enderien' it had a sign over it written in Ender.
Icarus not being able to read Ender, brushed it off (as they do) and took the contents of the box.
When Rae came over, Icarus eventually showed them the box explaining, (something along the lines of)
"There's something written in ender on it, I have no idea what it says, but it's super ominous, can you translate it for me?"
Rae: ". . . It says 'Sherbert' ... its says your name"
Icarus: "oh"
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theoppenhomies · 1 month
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finally listening to the loveliest time and it slaps wow
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shouts-into-the-void · 6 months
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Hey, Manaria?? Could you just like, fuck off please?
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rendiggitydog · 6 months
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So we all know the final part of the Minecraft Poem, with ‘and the universe said’ yknow? But I just read the whole thing again and there’s lots of great lines in the rest of it too! So I’m curious, what’s your favorite line?
Under the cut I’ve pasted the whole poem minus the part we all know, with each line numbered so you can easily share what’s your fav !
1- PLAYERNAME?
2- Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
3- That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
4- I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
5- It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
6- That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
7- Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
8- They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
9- What did this player dream?
10- This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
11- Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
12- It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
13- It cannot read that thought.
14- No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
15- Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
16- Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
17- But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
18- To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
19- Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
20- It reads our thoughts.
21- Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
22- And yet they play the game.
23- But it would be so easy to tell them...
24- Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
25- I will not tell the player how to live.
27- The player is growing restless.
28- I will tell the player a story.
29- But not the truth.
30- No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
31- Give it a body, again.
32- Yes. Player...
33- Use its name.
34- PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
35- Good.
36- Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
37- Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
38- We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
39- Once upon a time, there was a player.
40- The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
41- Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
42- Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
43- Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
44- Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
45- Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
46- Let's go back.
47- The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
48- And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
49- And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
50- You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
51- Let's go further back.
52- The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
53- Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
54- Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
55- Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
56- You are the player, reading words...
57- Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
58- You. You. You are alive.
59- and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
60- and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
61- and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
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constellraetion · 1 year
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ill make all the content for this ship in my own kitchen if i have to by god ill do it
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philsmeatylegss · 1 month
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Ngl starting to relate a bit too much to Edwin’s character and I’m starting to worry
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glitchingicarus · 2 years
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JonGerry Week Day 2: Historical | Reunion | Solace
Something a little simpler for today! No set story behind it, just liked the idea of Jon cuddling up to Gerry while he recovers from something, or maybe before going in for a surgery/treatment.
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iguessitsjustme · 3 months
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I’ve briefly mentioned it but I need to say it again. I fucking love my haircut. I had over two feet of hair and now it’s so short I can’t even put it in a ponytail (i have been doing little half ponytails) and I’m just so happy that I’m not spending half my day fighting my hair
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