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writer-room · 8 months

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I hope wherever Pixal is she's absolutely fine, not because I don't want to see my blorbos hurt, in fact I love when they get fucked up, but specifically for the comedy potential. Because knowing Pixal, there's a high chance she's already completely accepted that Zane has died for the 10th time somewhere and is probably in the midst of trying to find and revive him along with the other ninja. She's entered full "guess Zane's dead again time to cope by not coping at all" mode. She abandoned the grieving stage once she realized this was a common occurrence. The grind never stops, she hasn't seen sunlight in six months, and probably didn't even realize the realms Merged.

Zane, however, is very much not used to being on the other side of "this person I love might be dead or is otherwise missing somewhere". He's moping on the floor. Staring out the window like a victorian maiden. Longing for when his beloved will return from the war. The saddest, soaking wet kitten you ever did see. About to recite poetry at a moments notice. He's given sympathies as well as being mocked endlessly by his annoyed friends because yeah, how does it feel NOW, Zane? FEELS BAD DOESN'T IT

And then they just find each other at a store somewhere in the Crossroads like it's an average Tuesday afternoon. Do you see the vision

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #lego ninjago #lego ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr #pixal #ninjago pixal #pixal borg #ninjago zane #zane julien #text post #talk #ideas #writing ideas #zane being physically pained every time he brings up pixal is angsty but also to me reads like a guy leaning against a window as it rains #or dogs when they give a big tired sigh after they lay down #pixal is just trying to make samurai x again and also find where her dad is. please let her find her dad #she clocks that theres dragons and shrugs like oh well. guess theres dragons now. no biggie #only when she needs new parts does she emerge and go OHHHHH THAT EXPLAINS IT i should catch up on this #and then as shes buying the part she casually looks up from her hood and zanes in his awful disguise w frohicky trying to get the same part #they just kinda blink at each other like. surely it cannot be this fcking easy. SURELY #it is that fcking easy and it would be HILARIOUS #cause zane still looks like he'd be in a great period-drama film and pixal looks like she'd fit in a grunge cyberpunk flick #to be clear this is a bonus for the other to witness

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booperbeanv3 · 9 months

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I love your June Egbert, she looks like the protagonist of a Shoujo Manga.

worst manga ever lol

Ur ask inspired me to try my hand at moeshit again and i still suck at it but it was fun lol a guy's gotta return to his roots

#also thx the secret to my june egbert design is getting absolutely NO game #i get NO bitches and so i have to make the bitch #where's my moe moe nerdy gf HUH #In Going Godtier (turned me into a girl?!) protagonist JOHN (now JUNE) EGBERT is the first of her team to ascend in the game SBURB #bla bla bla impromptu sex change bla bla bla no one else gets sex changed (except maybe dave who was stealthing ftm the whoooole time waow)#bla bla bla if you're gonna be immortal you might as well not have to take hormones for the rest of fucking time #bla bla bla YET ANOTHER GENDERBEND MANGA #art stuff #homestuck #june egbert #bean answers #i guess most genderbend manga aren't shoujo... but i couldn't think of anything besides the super tired KYAA I TURNED INTO A GIRL bullshit #shrug #SHRUUUGG

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gingerteaonthetardis · 7 months

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The X-Files Season 1 + close talking

#i'm aware that there are probably 500 gifsets exactly like this but *shrug* life is too short for me not to go after my passions #and my passion is every time that dumb mf puts his head right in her face. girl that's hot. it's also probably an hr violation #txfedit #msredit #danascullyedit #foxmulderedit #xfilesedit #tvedit #tvandfilm #tvgifs #fox mulder #dana scully #mulder x scully #90sedit #also i specifically chose scenes where he does it to her because there's something about the looming. something about it. idk #don't analyze me pls #and in fact. don't analyze these gifs either because the coloring/lighting is NOT consistent and. well. that's just life #on the bright side gillian anderson looks good in all lights so. that certainly makes life easier #anyway i just finished rewatching s1 because i'm not over it. about to move on to s2 while i work on another crochet project sooooo #the xfiles phase is not over babes <3 soz

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phantomslink · 1 month

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have been reblogging a lot of really good opinions that have put my feelings on the whole watcher situation into better words than i possibly ever could.

i love puppet history, and ghost files, and mystery files, and survival mode, and dish granted, because they were charming and funny to me. i was just happy to still have ghoul boys content after buzzfeed unsolved ended and i really enjoy cooking shows, so steven making impressive meals for people he seems to call friends made me happy too.

i dont think im entitled to anyones art. i cant afford a streaming service because i dont have a job. so i wont be able to continue supporting them simply on my own inability, not because i dont want to. im just a broke autistic person who gets frustrated with sudden, unforeseen change. we were All expecting a new show, not this. my own inability to easily deal with sudden change isnt a reflection on them, but their complete silence on the extreme backlash *is.*

whatever vague, tone-deaf responses have been given is what sealed the deal for me. not to be parasocial, but we all expected better of you, watcher boys. best of luck and comfortable lives to you all.

#watcher #watcher entertainment #ghoul boys #i am frustrated to say the least.#it feels like losing good friends and i need time to cope with that. shrug emojis #i need to find something thatll effectively replace ghost files for me #nevermind puppet history bc where am i going to find #someone who fills that kind of niche in a way my brain accepts #men: disappointing but never surprising

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add1ctedt0you · 4 months

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Four times Jiang Cheng protected someone

Bonus: Two times Jiang Cheng was protected by someone

Yet, at the same time, Wen Zhuliu was closing in on Madam Yu. He looked as if he was about to knock her down. Jiang Cheng hurried, "Mom!"

He immediately gave up on Wang Lingjiao and threw himself over.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation - Chapter 58 - Poisons - Part 3

That, at the town we passed on our way, when you were buying food, a group of Wen Sect cultivators caught up. That, I discovered them early and left where I sat, hiding at the corner of the street and didn't get caught, but they were patrolling the streets and would soon run into you outside.

That this was why I ran out and distracted them.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation - Chapter 110 - Concealment - Part 4

Jiang Cheng heard the voice as well. In an istant, his face had turned white, "Sis? Sis! Where are you? Where are you?"

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation - Chapter 78 - Nightfall - part 3

With a roar, Nie Mingjue grabbed at Jin Ling. Both Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling had backed away to the corner of the wall, unable to retreat further. Jiang Cheng could only stuff Jin Ling behind him and unsheathe Sandu, which at the moment was unable to use spiritual energy, forcing himself to fend off the attack.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation - Chapter 107- Concealment - Part 1

Bonus:

Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian's shoulder with one hand, letting Wei Wuxian stand behind him, and with his other hand he forcefully pushed away Jiang Cheng's hand. Rage could be seen hidden within his eyes. Although his push held no spiritual energy, it was quite powerful in terms of strength. The wound at Jiang Cheng's chest ripped apart again. Blood surged.

Jin Ling cried, "Uncle, your wound! Hanguang-jun, spare some mercy!"

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation - Chapter 102- Hatred - Part 5

Nie Mingjue's heavy fist punched through a body.

But the body was neither Jiang Cheng's nor Jin Ling's.

Wen Ning blocked himself before the wall, in front of the two of them. With both his hands, he grabbed Nie Mingjue's iron arm and slowly pulled it out of his chest, leaving behind a large, hollow hole. There was no bleeding. Only a couple of black organ crumbs fell out.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation - Chapter 107- Concealment - Part 1

#This gifset had been something #On one hand I adore wzc and his expressions (bless him)#On the other hand I noticed how much cql committed to yunmeng bros and zhancheng agenda!#Also there are other moments where jc flings himself into danger to protect someone that I didn't include there #Also. It's my unpopular (?) opinion that jc tries to save his sister at nightless city. I like it so it's in the gifset lol #But. For the life of me. I couldn't find a moment where jc tries to protect jfm lol #I suppose jc's 'dad. let's go back to Lotus pier and die all together' kinda is jc protecting his dad but uh. I suppose they don't have #enough moments together *shrugs*#jiang cheng #*mgifs #uh. should I like put before the novel quotes and then the bonus gifs + the quotes?? uhhhh #Anyway I made the gifset only for the bonus lol. Tbh I find it hilarious #cw blood

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pup-pee · 6 months

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anyways, love her

#i rlly RLLY like the silly eating drawing can u tell?#anwyays kon uses all pronouns ty goodbye #poor kon i dont post him as muhc bc every drawing i have of them looks uhm uhhhh bad :'3 #i like how u can look @ these ss & know exactly where i took them its so obvious fkjsdhks #EVEN THE SMALL 1S #U CAN SEE THE STAIRS BHIND HIM #(event hough thats not technically kon just shhhhh)#i waas going 2 put the '2nd' pt of him getting WHAMMED down but i didnt know where 2 fit it on this thing #every piercing is a new pronoun #((hc))#<- thats true hc thats true btw #no1; me; give her more neopronouns *adds lip piercing ontop of everthing else*#ok now im just rambling 2 myself #hit like & subscribe 4 more!!!!#blehhh!!!!!!#i couldve done bart 4 this i realize #mayb i will /shrug #t4t couple i throw them in a blender 2gether #kon el #superboy #conner kent #dc #could this b considered a edit? its more of a collage

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amethysttribble · 1 year

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“He resembles Princess Luthien greatly,” Oropher said and Celeborn stiffened on instinct.

He side-eyed his kinsman, bracing for the impact of whatever came next. Oropher never made idle comments. Oropher epecially never made idle comments to him, not without the direct intention of starting a fight.

Celeborn hoped this wasn’t intended to be a fight. He’d promised Gil-galad, and more importantly, Galadriel, that they wouldn’t so much as bicker tonight. They were supposed to stand next to one another in solidarity and pretend like the High Council of Lindon wasn’t fracturing at the seams and about to fall apart, the direct consequence of Oropher’s words and desires and pride.

But right now, Oropher at least wasn’t speaking of their king- ‘I don’t remember choosing him, do you think you speak for all of us?’- but of the one standing next to him on the ballroom dais. Of perhaps the one person whose name and presence between them was just as, if not more, incendiary than Gil-galad’s. Poor Elrond.

“He does,” Celeborn replied mildly, biting his tongue before he could ask why Oropher was bringing this up now. It wasn’t like he’d never seen the young lord- no longer a boy, not a child by any race’s measure, though it was hard to remember- before. It wasn’t like they all didn’t meet and talk often enough.

“More than either Elwing or Earendil. Or her.”

And, ah. There it was.

“True enough,” Celeborn said, and he wasn’t sure if Oropher wanted him to agree or not, but he wasn’t going to lie.

Elrond took greatly after dear Aunt Luthien. In some lights it was slightly nerve wracking.

Oropher crossed his arms rather than reply immediately, his face closed off. Not stony or hard like at council meetings, but his thoughts and feelings were far away from any observer. He actually looked like the lord they pretended he was, rather than the rogue marchwarden he actually was; regal. When Oropher looked like that he reminded Celeborn of Galathil.

He looked away.

“I think, in the details though, they are more present. His cheeks, for example-“

“And it’s funny,” Oropher said, and he even huffed a very sad laugh, trying and failing to make it sound like he actually was joking. The two of them hadn’t shared a joke since… since.

Celeborn certainly wasn’t laughing. He closed his eyes and swallowed his annoyance at being interrupted. He knew Oropher did it on purpose, perpetually the preteen at his brother’s table delighting in ribald and shock.

And there were his words to consider.

“El-Elwing didn’t really take after Luthien very much.”

She didn’t. She’d taken after the person whose presence hung between Oropher and Celeborn like the unlight of Ungoliant, sucking the air out of the room. Which was a horrible legacy for someone they both loved so much, but grief did strange things to already strained relationships.

“I keep asking myself if there’s something about Earendil I’m forgetting.” Oropher was rambling now, highly uncharacteristic. Celeborn drew in a long breath and re-centered himself in anticipation for wherever this was headed. “Has Galadriel said anything about a resemblance to anyone in her family?”

Celeborn raised an eyebrow, but Oropher wouldn’t look at him. His eyes were locked somewhere past Elrond’s head. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.

But Oropher acknowledging Galadriel’s family, Earendil’s family willingly?

Oropher had always seemed to operate under some purposeful mental dissonance, wherein he forced himself to think of Galadriel as some Telerin princess who had mystically made her way across the sea alone and by sheer force of will. And Earendil? He might as well have been prince to some lost, entirely independent Elven kingdom- not Sindar, not Laiquendi, certainly not Noldor- for how Oropher acted, for the most part.

He’d slipped in an argument about Gil-galad once when he shouted that, ‘Earendil was the only Noldo I would have ever had for my king and he’s gone!’

“She’s never made any special mention of a resemblance,” Celeborn said carefully. He didn’t want to call attention to the… mannerisms picked up from certain half-cousins that Galadriel had noticed. That wasn’t a resemblance, after all. “Why?”

“No particular reason,” he said, though it was becoming clear that there was a very particular reason, “just, many remark that his brother took after Earendil and I never saw it, so I-“

“I always thought Elros more so resembled Dior.”

Oropher’s head snapped over to finally look at him. He nodded, slow and low, not even slightly upset at being interrupted.

“Yes, I thought the same,” he said. “Funny that. Identical twins, but it’s in the- the bearing. Who they take after. Luthien and Dior.”

Celeborn fought off the shudder that threatened the shake him, to make him crack and crumble under the weight of the thing between him and Oropher that would never go away. He actually looked Oropher in the eye, and in that faraway gaze, this time he saw the same weakness.

“How much have you had to drink this evening?” Celeborn asked.

Oropher shrugged casually, with one shoulder, and that was plenty of answer. Surely he couldn’t be as drunk as either the time Celeborn found his and his friends deep into Galathil’s liquor cabinet or the night they drank themselves into a state in Sirion after… after. Still.

“That’s very unbecoming.”

“You see it though, right?” Oropher said, voice still uncharacteristically even, but when they met eyes…

He was such a weepy drunk.

“Elwing and Earendil’s boys, they carry themselves well,” he said, voice bitter as could be. “Beautiful, kind, clever, magnetic, the both of them. Princess Luthien’s wildness is in Elrond, and Dior’s wonder at the world is in Elros. They stand so tall. And, yes, you’re right, Elwing and Earendil are there in the margins, but there’s also- also them. And so much space is taken up, our- Lothig is eaten whole.”

Hearing Nimloth’s childhood nickname come out of Oropher’s mouth was like being stabbed. There was no more air. Just like that, Celeborn was drowning.

“You should be proud,” he hissed back, trying to keep his head above water. “That is a fine legacy to resemble, our princess, our king. We loved them as well. At least, I did.”

Oropher wasn’t listening. He never did.

“Do you think any of these people-“ he swept his arm out to gesture at the entire room, the entirety of Lindon’s court; Noldor, Sindar, Nandor, Men and Dwarves in the margins, and one peredhil. “-care that they killed her?”

“Don’t put that on him,” Celeborn snapped quietly, “he doesn’t owe you grief for someone he never knew-“

“I don’t care what Elrond feels, I can’t even look at him,” Oropher spat out, every word sounding pained, and there was torment in his whisper quiet voice.

That whisper, more than anything, tipped Celeborn off to the fact that this conversation wasn’t just one of their drunken spats about trading blame.

“I would have raised that boy like we raised his mother and your brother raised me,” Oropher said, “but that didn’t happen, and I can’t look at him. He looks like Luthien. His brother looks like Dior. And that’s a wonderful thing for everyone else in this room, isn’t it? That’s hope. The beautiful king taken too soon reborn and the Nightengale who stole her happy ending walking among us, and that’s such a lovely end to this tale for them. But what about for us, Celeborn?”

For Celeborn? Celeborn was shaking with the effort it was taking to keep his breathing even. Galadriel touched the edge of his fea to ask if he was okay. He gently pushed her away.

Oropher was right about one thing, this was about their family; about Doriath and Menegorth and being the last two members of Thingol’s inner court on this shore.

Eru Iluvatar, how did it end up being them? Just a pair of hot-headed youths with the weight an entire dead kingdom on their shoulders.

“Gondolin and Nargothrond are gone too,” he replied, the words dull even to his ears. “Hithlum and Dorthonion, half of Ossiriand, and even Himlad and Thargelion. It’s about building something new for all of us. Hope is not a bad thing.”

“It’s different for us.”

Yes. It was. Because Doriath and Sirion need not have fallen like that, and the monsters who took their homes and their loved ones from them weren’t even defeated. They faded, sad and pathetic and allowed to escape by everyone and everything but their prize, and there was no catharsis in that.

And in this kingdom they spoke Sindarin, but they took a Noldorin king who ruled through Noldorin traditions- with a few of Cirdan’s lessons thrown in there- in a city built by Noldorin hands. After his death, Thingol had lost his war of cultural influence. Badly.

“No one here remembers her but us, Celeborn,” Oropher urged. “They remember our heroes and our most tantalizing tragedies, but they don’t remember her. They don’t see her. She’s just one more dead wife and mother, if they get that far, but not a cousin, a niece-“

“Enough, Oropher.”

“-an astrologist, a troublemaker, a queen, a girl who was so scared of being outshined-“

“Oropher!” Celeborn snapped, more harshly than he meant to. It made Oropher stop long enough that he could put a hand on his shoulder, though.

“Oropher, you’re weeping.”

He blinked harshly, then brought up a hand to wipe at his cheek. When he pulled away, Celeborn could see how wet the palm was. Oropher glared at the remnant of his tears like they’d personally offended him.

He muttered, half to himself, “Surely you can’t keep living like this. Ignoring what was done to us because it’s awkward and inconvenient for the new age they’re building.”

Could he? Celeborn didn’t know. He was trying. Galadriel was trying; she had as many wounds as him she was trying to swallow for the sake of something new and bright. But it was hard. Lindon made Celeborn feel old, somehow. But with Oropher he was always just a boy again, strutting around Menegroth, trying to make his place, being too loud and too proud and too sure of himself.

Perhaps that was part of why they couldn’t stop fighting. Always just boys when together. And those boys, they had a few things in common.

Doriath, Galathil, and Nimloth were in Oropher. And when Oropher looked at him, those same things were in Celeborn. There was no place for those things in this new world.

Because Doriath, Galathil, and Nimloth were forever gone on this shore. Oropher needed to realize that. Not matter how much it fucking hurt.

“Go to bed, Oropher,” Celeborn told him softly. “You’re drunk and emotional. You’ll embarrass your son. He’s one of those young people looking for something new. Something hopeful.”

And when they looked back towards Gil-galad’s dais and the youths surrounding him, there was Thranduil, charming smile on his face, making Elrond toss his head back and laugh. If anyone took after Nimloth, it was him; her mother and Oropher’s had been identical twins.

Celeborn’s hand was suddenly colder and hanging in the air. He turned back to the kid who showed up one day and took so much of his older brother’s attention and who he’d never forgiven for that small slight. Oropher was composed and looking like Galathil once more.

“I hate that you’re right,” he whispered. “And he probably needs me to be better than this. But I can’t be better here.”

And he left.

The next week, Oropher would formally announce his intention to travel east and settle there, alongside anyone who would join him. Celeborn, to the surprise of every other council member but Galadriel, raised no objection. Very briefly, the thought crossed his mind to join Oropher.

But that desire faded quickly. The envy didn’t, though, not for many, many years.

Not until the day he planted a little silver tree in Lothlorien.

#this didn’t go where I thought it would but *shrugs*#Oropher and Celeborn grieve for Doriath and for Nimloth #celeborn #Oropher #tolkien #the silmarillion #I need a 2nd age tag #fanfic #tribble post

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