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artheresy · 2 months
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I just had a PAINFUL thought
If Huaiyan ends up playable and they end up having LCs with him on it, doesn’t have to be his signature or anything bc y’know they’ll put the Playable characters in multiple 4 star ones too
But if he ends up with LC appearances… him having a lightcone with little Yingxing would quite literally break my heart into a million little pieces
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roachmattea · 3 months
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amelie i put my diffuser somewhere in my room for safe keeping and now i can not find the place i put it
im installing a findmydiffuser app right now onto your phone brb
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nanamimizz · 2 days
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i need to write javierlamb anguish and angst
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my-thoughts-and-junk · 8 months
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Anyway rewatching the angels of death anime and I just noticed both of Danny's eyes dilate even though he has one glass eye
#random thoughts#angels of death#i wonder if it's a stylistic thing or if it was just an oversight by the animators#do characters with glass eyes in other animes also have their eye dilate?#idk i think it'd be cool if he just had one dilated eye. now he looks like a bad guy (bad guy) (bad guy) cuz he has just one dilated eye#he looks like a supervillain it DOES impair his visison and now he questions his life#but anyway i like the light glare on his glasses only affecting one eye at a time it's cool#also. forgive me if im being dumb. did they ever explain how zack got up to the second floor by himself?#also like. why did he do that.#they've had people down there before and he's killed basically no one since he's been an angel so ray escaping isn't like. new for him#like we can just assume it's either because of ray not crying out when zack stabbed the box (which he discovered after finding her hair)#OR because of the sewn-up bird#which like. if it was the bird it'd be a neat little bit to look back on when ray's freaking out about telling zack about her parents#like zack knew the whole time and he pursued you for it :-) because you're a little freak#but honestly i dont think it was the bird. i think it was probably because ray didn't cry out when he stabbed the box#the whole box-stabbing thing looked like a practiced move. he had done that before to drawn people out and to great success#he's IMPRESSED!!! HE WANTS TO MURDER HER MORE NOW#also how tf did he get to the second floor. did he fucking wedge the door open and climb the wires#anyway the whole reason he went after ray was because the chase left him overstimulated like a cat#and he needed to bite the proverbial owner's leg so to speak (kill kill kill)
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geffenrecords · 1 month
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wait I already said fhat
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wowieeitsisa · 9 months
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I think this entire page is worth archiving cuz it has REALLY good notes
How come one that has never experienced proper love, hid himself behind lust to fill an empty space in his chest, is now being selfish about it?
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ihittedpostlimt · 1 year
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to the anon that keeps sending me stuff ily ur insane/affectionate . thanks <333
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spaceysillyswitch · 1 year
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nnn my mind js so empty i just wanna keep cumming s all i'm good for
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rotates klonoa in mymind
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spinnysocks · 29 days
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hey guys have you ever cried over your ocs /genq
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rainst4r · 2 years
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Making aesthetics for some oc ideas 🤔 art fight has me in it's shameless mary sue clutches and cringe culture is dead
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zombiep1lled · 3 months
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I remember they have a sister and then i went crazy and made them birth years and then concluded they probably had a childhood in the 70's.. yeah anyway look at this silly lil ol' family, for their sister I just went with a name most used by the community... (i've seen it a few times from other people so i just ran with it)
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THE AGES ARE LIKE WHEN THEIR LIFED CHANGED BCZ OF THE LIN KUEI...
I've been thinking abt this for weeks, please someone see my VISISON.. IM GOING INSANE.
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iamnotthere-idonotdie · 3 months
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synopsis: reader works a menial job where they meet bruce wayne. the two meet up later at a bar and spend the night together.
warnings: bruce wayne (battinson) x reader, one use of “fuck”, mention of sex, cheating, drinking
a/n: no use of y/n, physical attributes of protagonist is up to reader’s interpretation, some moments are probably ooc for pattinson’s bruce wayne but i had a visison, probably some typos, also sorry i have my auto-capitalization off, this is my first ever fanfic btw so be nice pls but also very much would love feedback, i got inspired by the song adored by sea girls so listen to that too if you want an idea of the vibe here, edit: here’s the whole playlist if you want
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“jumping jack enterprises, how may i help you?”
you’re customer-service voice wasn’t in full-swing today. it was a long night with your boyfriend, john, and you just wanted friday to end. it was another night of screaming and fighting and you didn’t know how you’d make it through this. you loved him, but you’re starting to wonder if that’s enough. you’ve been trying to convince yourself that it’s only recently starting being rocky between the two of you, but the truth is you’re not sure anymore why you’re even still together.
you’ve been together 4 years now, it’s become your new normal to come home to john. to see him at his armchair by the fireplace, drinking a cocktail and reading one of his pretentious novels. but you’re only realizing now that what you thought was affection is just infatuation. the spark is gone. the honeymoon phase is over, if it ever was there to begin with.
“let me direct you to our marketing department and they’ll get you the help you’re looking for.”
you hang up the phone and glance again at the clock. 4:51. nine minutes to go until you’re able to go back home to what will probably be another night of senseless arguing.
you start to pack up your things and then the door swings open. you sigh, annoyed that someone’s come in this late to closing. but you look up to see bruce wayne. bruce wayne? what is he doing here?
“can you show me to jack bill’s office please?” he asks in a low voice.
“mr. bill is out today, actually. he’ll be back monday afternoon.”
“can you leave this for him then?” he hands you a yellow envelope, with nothing but mr. bill’s name on it.
“um sure thing, mr. wayne. is there anything else i can help you with?” you ask, hoping you’re voice doesn’t sound as shaky as you think it does.
“no, thank you.” he turns and leaves the way he came.
“have a nice day…” and the door shuts.
that was strange. what did bruce wayne need to see mr. bill for? and why leave such a mysterious envelope like that? you try not to think too deeply into it as you finish gathering your things and shutting down the computers to leave.
your phone buzzes. it’s john. he’s leaving for the weekend, to see his brother. to clear his head. to think things through. even though you should feel upset, you can’t help but feel a sense of relief at not having to fight again, at least for a few days.
you decide instead of going home to mope, you head to a local bar. you can’t remember the last time you went drinking alone. in fact, you can’t remember the last time you went drinking at all. maybe it’ll be good, a change of scenery.
you hail a taxi and ask to be taken to the jade jewel. the car zips through traffic and fights off the rain as you make your way to the bar.
you’re there, and you feel a sudden wave of anxiety. maybe this isn’t a good idea. alcohol is probably not what you need right now. but the taxi’s already left to find another fare, and now you’re stuck, in your work clothes, at the only bar in town your mind could conjure up. you reluctantly walk in and get a table.
the bar is not how you remember it. it’s now more of a chill jazz club. okay, maybe this will actually be good.
you order an old fashioned and listen to the live music, the piano and the bass intertwining to make beautiful melodies. time seems to stand still as you’re lightly swaying along in your seat to the music. turns out, this is exactly what you needed.
you don’t pay attention to how long you’ve been sitting there, but it seems to be a while as people are starting to leave. the door opens and closes as couples file out to go home, but then you see out of the corner of your eye a familiar face. before you can fully register who it is, he’s waking over to your table.
“you work at jumping jack right? i saw you there today, gave you that message for mr. bill.”
“yeah, that was me. i didn’t know you came around here.”
“it’s one of the few places i can go without worrying about the press. if no one expects you to be here, then they won’t look for you here.”
“that makes sense i suppose.”
“i apologize for leaving in that way. i didn’t want to keep you there too late.”
“it’s okay, i was just confused about the envelope.”
“it’s just a letter letting him know about a potential merger. he’s done some great research that i think we could both benefit from if we work together.”
“yeah that sounds like a great opportunity for him.”
he just nods slightly as he sits there, and the two of you turn to watch the band play.
the now mostly empty bar becomes quiet for a moment as the band switches songs. you and bruce lock eyes, and for a brief second, you get butterflies in your stomach. he lightly smiles at you and you smile back. then the music picks up again, a slow tempo, romantic song. bruce holds his hand out across the table.
“would you like to dance?”
you pause for a moment, confused by his question. bruce wayne does not seem like the dancing type. but you have one and a half drinks in you and without thinking anymore, you smile softly and nod. he takes your hand and you both get up from the table, moving over closer to the stage. he has one hand around you, pressing against your back and the other hand is holding yours. you sway slowly together, to the beat of the jazz band’s tune. after a minute of this, he slowly guides his hand lower down the small of your back and brings you in closer. you’re pressed against each other, tightly, as you two dance in the lowlight of the bar. you haven’t felt like this in a long time. john never danced with you, even when the relationship was at its best. after what seems like forever, the song ends. but you stay holding onto each other. you turn to look up at him and he’s looking at you too.
“the music’s stopped” you say quietly.
“i know.” he says even softer.
the sunlight pries your eyelids open as you blink to wake up. morning. saturday. you breathe in deep and let out a sigh.
bruce lays beside you, still snoring softly. you want to feel guilty. for fucks sake you’re waking up with bruce wayne next to you, in the bed you share with your boyfriend of 4 years.
but you don’t. because you just had the best night in a long time. you slowly get up out of bed and throw bruce’s shirt on. as you make your way to the kitchen, you can’t help but smile a bit.
you scoop the coffee grounds into the filter and pour some water in the machine, letting the bubbling of the coffee maker lull you into a daze. you just keep replaying the night you just had over and over. the music, the dancing, the sex. you can’t even remember the last time you and john had sex. you think of john, at his brother’s house, looking out the window at the same morning sky you’re seeing now. you start to feel a bit of guilt creep in when the coffee finishes brewing, and you pour a cup. you sit in the armchair, the same one john sits in, and sip. you force yourself to not think of john, to think of anything, just enjoy the coffee as it warms you up.
your daze is suddenly broken when you hear the sound of liquid pouring. you turn and bruce is making himself a cup. he’s wearing nothing but his underwear as he makes his way toward you. he leans down and you kiss him.
this is what you want to feel, right? an aching, longing feeling, like you miss him even though he’s right beside you. bruce sits in the chair next to you, and the two of you just drink the coffee, no words exchanged.
this is how you want your mornings to be. this is how you want to be.
adored.
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whoistartaglia · 1 year
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no body, no crime.
yandere!childe x reader
the burning mansion is the only source of light on this moonless night. it lights up the entire forest, casting it a dark amber. outside, men and women gather, some your distant neighbors, others from the nearby village, come to see what turned the night ablaze. some rush inside the house, looking for survivors, but not before one of them tumbles out the first floor window.
when they see you, hair messed up and night clothes singed, the remaining crowd gasps and runs to help. a detective watches as you stagger to your feet and shout loudly, “my husband! he’s still in there!”
your eyes dart wildly around the crowd and briefly make contact with the detective. you start towards him and frantically repeat, “my husband is still in there, you have to help him!”
“we have help going inside,” he replies, holding out a steadying hand. “they’ll find him.”
you swallow thickly and sit down, ignoring the hard crunch of snow under you. an elderly woman offers you a thick wool cloak which you graciously accept. you watch the burning house, listen to the shouts, watch as blue glows among the amber.
you bite your lip. you didn’t think anyone else in the village had a hydro vision.
a few moments later, snow crunches next to you, the detective stands next to you. you look up at him wearily.
“i understand you are in distress,” he begins. “but i need to ask you some questions.”
“will it help my husband?” you ask.
“yes,” he says, glancing back at the house. the fire has dwindled down but smoke continues billowing into the sky above, casting out the stars. “do you know what might have caused the fire?”
“no,” you tell him. you recall what happened—the smell of smoke, the first flicker of amber, the window barely unlocked. “i was upstairs when… when it happened.”
“upstairs? with your husband?”
“yes, we were sleeping and i went downstairs to see what happened and, well,” you trail off. the fire had taken over the living room by then you were out the window. you are thankful when another tear slips out so you have an excuse to avert your gaze from this detective’s hard stare.
you hope that was the end of it before the detective says slowly, “so the fire started downstairs and you were the last downstairs.”
“are you accusing me of starting this fire?” you say loudly. some of the watching villagers give the detective a disapproving look. “i would never—“
you are cut off when the men and women exit the mansion, now a smoking corpse. the forest is once again dark in the night, and you squint to make out the body of your husband—dead or otherwise.
“where is he?” you ask.
“we could not find any other signs of life,” a woman reports. “you’re positive your husband was in the house?”
“yes,” you say, a little more uncertain now. “he was in the bedroom…” you were sure childe was fast sleep when you crept downstairs.
“well, we looked everywhere, and he’s not in there.”
“that’s impossible,” you say, barely breathing now. he has to be dead, they should have found and shown you. you were quiet, as silent as a mouse, when you went downstairs, spread oil over the furniture and stairs, lit up the match and let it go. you would have heard childe get up.
unless the roar of the fire was too loud by then.
you turn back to the house. all windows remain tightly locked, but several parts of the wall have been broken and torn—whether from water pressure or a anemo vision or simply the fire itself.
“are you okay?” someone asks. you force yourself to straighten.
“yes,” you reply, pushing racing thoughts aside. “thank you all… especially those of you with a hydro visison.”
there is a silence. a shiver crawls down your back. “but, none of us a hydro vision.”
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sora-of-uranus · 2 months
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I've been thinking about seer powers and just what it all includes cuss the show kinda died before we could properly learn. Obviously Ethan can see the future, and I think the past? But what else, what more is there?
In fiction and older mythologys 'seer's or other prophetic people normally invoke a god of some kind so I think it would be intresting if Ethan found a spirit of a god from the old religion. I'm not saying he becomes religious, more aware of supernatrual forces that we might perceive as gods. I think the forces he'd most likely worship are 'life' 'death' and 'nature'. Obvious and a bit lame I know, but life and death are a cycle and are essentially the withered the past and the ever growing future. With nature, its a mixture of the two and connects him to his friends.
Another thing is (at least in western mythologys) A LOT of phrophetic people end up having problems with their eyes, either becoming blind or loosing them. It's obvious Irony, but I do think it would be intresting that Ethans normal vision changes the longer he's awakened his powers. Maybe its to the extent of needing glasses and eventually going fully blind, although I think a more intresting take would be for Ethan to be more aware of supernatrual elements with either a 'aura' arround non-humans and magic artifacts. Another option would be to see 'fate striken objects' or things like the red strings of fate. Just small bits of the future that he KNOWS exist and he can't change, but play no obvious goal to himself.
The more he uses his visions the stronger they can get. Things like being able to walk arround them, letting them stay for longer, maybe even hearing peoples thoughts whilst in the vision. I think an intresting idea would be that he could 'retrigger' a vision if he really forces it, but it leaves him with a migrane as it takes a lot of mental energy. Maybe even physical. The gang starts carrying sweets on them so he can atleast get a small sugar rush so that he doesn't collapse or get to shakey.
One last thing that I think would be sick, though holds no purpose to his powers, is whilst he's dreaming he has 'visions'. BUT these visions arn't always focused on him or his life. Sometimes they arn't even happening during his life time. This leads to him writing multiple note books of his preminitions like Nostradamus or the good omens Agnes Nutter. He predicts all sorts of things and eventually his books become marveled for their 99% accuracy. I think it would be cool to see a reverse of this where he has flashback visisons and he's in history class and the teachers all "and we will never know what Agatha Christie did for those 11 days she vanished" and he has to physicall fight the urge to shout that HE knows because HE saw her in his dreams. His history essays are always exciting to read because he pulls a LOT of facts outa his arse by accident.
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angelpuns · 7 months
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You ever just have a ton of stupid drawing ideas, but never get to any of them? Because I sure do lol
And heres a few soo please tell me which ones I should do :D (please-)
Pre mutated turtles in teacups
Draw Leo using this one light up peppa pig katana I saw in a post (literally just for fun lol)
Mikey hugging Donnie and then just grows on him like moss until they are one mass (short comic without words)
Mikey being Donnies lab assistant (detailed picture)
This one is a completely random thought I had one night, but Donajello, Jellonardo, Micheljello, and Raphajell (may never do this one lol)
Draw the turtles in hoodies but with their legs in the sleeves (hard to explain)
Future Raph (from my TL!AU) sitting on a cliff or something with little fat birds that flocked to him (also more detailed)
Oh, and then there's the bounce animation for the reeses puff's rap.... yeah...
So? Which one should I do?? Im so indecisive-
The teacups idea is so cute but the JELLO ONE IS MAKING ME SO CURIOUS- WHAT IS YOUR VISISON??? I HAVE TO KNOW
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