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satsuha · 5 months
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i got so angry about the AB remaster i drew this
#maplestory#satsuhart#angelic buster#tear#sorry i have to go off about it bc i dont wnna make a separate post about it#im so angry about every single aspect of the new design and art holy shit#simplified all her patterns but added more colours to her main outfit resulting in a rly shitty colour palette#even got rid of her cute peach pink hair with yellow gradient for some bullshit pink/blue hair dye#the bows are drawn SO badly they look so cheap and the added colour looks terrible . her og outfit never even had pink#and dont even get me started on the weapon and the addition of hearts to her design HOLY SHIT im so mad#like before it very clearly had a fantasy 'idol... who Fights' vibe but now she just looks like any low budget jp idol#fkin ruined the look of her soul shooter i used to like the design so much now it looks like a knockoff kids toy that would shoot bubbles#WITH A HEART >!>?!??!?! im gonna kill something#im also so mad theyve fully rounded out her eyes and ADDED HEARTS?!?!?! like i really liked how she had sharp kinda dragony pupils#but thats all gone now SNZZ i can only hope they at least make adjustments to her outfit before release bc wow its terrible!#drawing her again after all these years made me re appreciate how nice her outfit is altho its not like i ever stopped thinking that.#it was always nice#shes cute without being overbearing about it but now its dialed up to 11 i hate it i hate it#everytime maple remasters an illust i lose a few years of my life like seriously they havent put out any nice remaster visuals since 2013#(RED explorers and they werent even visual remasters in the general sense)#like WAH at this rate im gonna be so pissed off when they get to heroes remaster. theyre gonna butcher my boy and my girl and my#ok im stopping for now but rly. hope ppl are loud enough about their contempt for this bc it didnt work enough for explorers remaster#NOTMYANGELICBUSTER
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killuaisaprincess · 5 months
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Big Blues
“Of course, your knight will beat them all up if they make fun of you.”
Killua stiffens and grips Gon’s shirt with his small fingers.
“Gon, you’ll go to jail…”
Gon hums as if he’s actually thinking about it.
“Yeah! But no one hurts you and gets away with it!”
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teleomancer · 2 months
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poetryqueer · 4 months
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rotating uvm’s pentheus in my mind always
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wowbright · 9 months
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Every time I see that post going around about how no writing is wasted, gardeners throw rotten tomatoes into the compost pile to improve next year's crop ...
My immediate reaction is DON'T THROW ROTTEN TOMATOES IN THE COMPOST PILE THAT'S HOW YOU SPREAD TOMATO BLIGHT.
Like I appreciate the sentiment but clearly the person who wrote that is not a gardener.
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rinboz · 1 year
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i love reading others' analyses of the lore, partly bc i myself cannot come up with them but after reading yours about her as a general i sure as hell can imagine the lesbian haligtree army propaganda posters of malenia and finlay. and if i were there i'd fall for them
Tbh if I have to join some faction for survival, it's probably Miquella since he has some care--even if not genuine--for others beyond upholding a racist system or throwing lives into war and calls it glory because he thinks this is a game he has to win, and not because of Malenia.
Tho I'm like 100% sure their propaganda would be like lesbian army, free genders, and have your face directly in Malenia's crotch during wrestling training.
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butchyena · 6 months
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fionna and cake ruined me. thinking about an AU where marceline, alone, finds the crown first ):
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henryhas2moms · 2 years
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ouat’s reluctance to validate regina’s anger is something i could go on and on about but i’m gonna try to only talk about one specific thing: they always always always use “vengeance” or “revenge”, words associated with “villains” and “evil”, to talk about regina’s war against snow and never “justice”, which has a more positive/neutral connotation, even from regina’s perspective. many of regina’s actions would still be wrong, but their complete lack of trust in the audience to read her as an unreliable narrator (especially when the book itself is an unreliable narrator) is… weird.
#there’s SO. SO much more i have to say about this— the flashbacks repeatedly try to make regina unreasonable to make snow more sympathetic#and the first time they do show snow as being clearly in the wrong in the millers daughter— the other heroes contemplate preemptive murder?#and she is treated as the villain even though she is the one who makes the right choice both at the well and at her own doorstep#the show seems like it wants to examine ‘i am not all good and you are not all evil’ but it won’t shed that grey light onto the original war#like yes snow was a kid and cora was manipulative but snow decided she knew what regina needed from cora better than regina did and#if snow and the king (as much as i hate grouping them together- they are connected in this) hadn’t felt entitled to regina at one point then#coras plan wouldn’t have worked at all. and the speech about the bowing little horse eq gives in s6 hits this so perfectly#and it goes all the way back to the stable boy with lana struggling to understand reginas anger with this child and the writers telling her#‘just figure it out’ and i’m glad they did bc lana arrived at the same place i just described (this happened bc snow wanted regina as her#mother) (this is from interviews) which is surely better than anything the writers would’ve come up with BUT shows an extreme reluctance to#let snow white be anything other than pure and innocent which is ANOTHER thing i can go on and on about because it’s SO weird#and the standards are drastically different for regina and snow#like charming jumping in front of an arrow to keep snow from killing regina but it’s pushing for her execution? like it’s fine to have her k#for the charmings to have her ​killed as long as snow didn’t fire the arrow? but the same never holds true for regina (as it shouldn’t)#the narrative (and snow) holds her just as culpable- if not moreso- as the genie for getting him to kill the king. as it should (and good fo#good for her anyway) snow and the narrative hold her exclusively culpable for all the people she has her knights kill in the evil queen (whi#(which btw is one example of making regina look unreasonable to make snow’s withdrawal of forgiveness look reasonable— why else would you#raise the body count of a character you’re trying to redeem by at least 100???) but she is responsible for that. fine. BUT why is snow speci#special???? again in the queen is dead charming agrees with snow that cora needs to die but ‘not at snow’s hand’ which on top of this weird#purity thing is pretty infantalizing as well. but if snow AGREES and CONTRIBUTES to a plan to kill cora HOW is she still pure as the driven#snow as long as she doesn’t get her hands dirty?? (the fact that in the end she gets reginas hands dirty as well further complicates matters#okay i said i was just going to talk about diction but i. lied. whoops!#sorry#sorry but ​if you’re on this blog you should know me as a regina warrior hashtag team regina!#text#tag essay#i don’t think this is anti snow white i love her as a complicated and flawed character but im certainly holding more fire to her than the#narrative does
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sometimes really really stupid things make me cry
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forgive the huge amount of tags, but i'm feeling something between hilarity and deep, deep awe rn, and to explain why i need to talk about the context
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lastresovejas · 1 year
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My second attempt at making a list for my sibling for fisara Mahariel and again I should have found one that had more origins characters but here it is, it was funny putting half of the inquisition cast into “there’s zero way anyone would have bothered to tell the Ferelden warden Commander who this is” zone
I do struggle with how my wardens would feel about Justice and it’s literally nothing to do with his personality and character and more so he sounds like an active biohazard as a rotting corpse but especially a rotting Grey warden corpse
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ranvwoop · 2 years
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affirmations: there is no reason to make the tales characters background characters in dsmp aus
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strawberryoverlord · 6 months
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I sure do love being suicidal and liking the Magicians and seeing people not understand why Quentin wouldn't wanna fucking go back and instead start foaming at the mouth because they don't actually fucking get it
He went quietly into that good night for a fucking reason maybe you should think about that instead
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thestuffedalligator · 10 months
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The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin. They both looked down at the crumpled shape of the Overlord, His Unholy Majesty, in his obsidian armor.
His final spasms had been mesmerizingly acrobatic. The fall down the steps leading up to his iron throne had pretzelled his body quite impressively, both arms folded behind his back and one leg bent at a jaunty angle.
The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin.
"Shit," said the goblin.
"Shit," said the orc.
"We're likely to get blamed for this," the goblin said. She walked over to the head of the glittering mangled heap and started pulling the helmet off.
"It's not our fault," the orc said. "It's hard to help someone choking when they wear two-hundred pounds of spiked armor at all times."
"Yeah, well," the goblin grunted. The helmet came free, and the bald head of the Overlord bounced on the stone with a hollow, coconut noise. "You know how it is in this bloody country - thieves get their heads cut off so they can't think about thieving, and all that." She fished in the Overlord's mouth with a finger and pulled out the obstructing olive on the end of her claw.
She popped it into her mouth and chewed. "What do you reckon they do for a regicide?" she said.
"We should run," the orc said. She had started bouncing her leg. "I hear that there's some places in the Alliance where they just kill you and let you stay dead. That's got to be nicer than what'll happen if we stay here."
The goblin started to nod - and then her gaze fell on the helmet.
It looked like a pineapple designed by a deranged blacksmith. It was all thorns and spikes and hard edges, as though the maker had been very determined to not let pigeons roost on it. The only bits that weren't solid iron were eyeholes. Nobody had ever seen the Overlord's face.
She held up the helmet and squinted from it to the orc. One of the thorns had been bent badly in the fall.
Nobody had ever seen the Overlord's face...
"Right," she muttered. "Right. Could work - or."
The orc had a sudden vision of the immediate future. "No," she said.
"I mean you're about his height-"
"No."
"It would just be for a-"
"Absolutely not."
"Just hear me out," the goblin said. "Outside of this room are two-thousand men and orcs and goblins who are absolutely gonzo about this man, and there's a whole country of them outside of the castle, and at any moment someone's going to walk in that door and see one dead tit in black armor and two unbelievably dead idiots next to him.
"Or." She tossed the helmet up like a basketball to the orc, who fumbled and tried to find somewhere to hold it that wasn't a knife's edge. "We chuck him out the window now, walk out the door in the armor, and ditch the armor as soon as nobody sees us."
The orc had started bouncing her leg again. "They'll know something's up the second I walk out of the room."
"No worries," said the goblin. "Leave that to me."
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It had been a very strange year for the Empire.
Change had rolled across the land as slow and inevitable as a glacier. Roads and bridges carved the gray, blasted wildlands, and a number of social reforms had made the country a place where you could be miserable, yes, but miserable in comfort and safety, and that was an improvement.
Barely anyone got boiled alive in molten metal, and even if the disgusted sun never rose to light the Empire, at least you had a roof over your head to protect yourself from the acid rain.
"Your empire flourishes, Your Unholy Majesty," the magician said over her wine glass. She looked down from the tower's balcony over the gleaming stone battlements. Some work had been done to line the castle and surrounding city with sizzling, crackling alchemical lights at night. The whole thing glowed like something dangerously radioactive.
The suit of armor waved a languid, glittering gauntlet over to the goblin, who bowed.
"His Abominable Gloriousness Thanks You," the goblin recited. "The Prosperity Of His Empire Can Only Be Achieved Through The Prosperity Of His People."
"If I may be so bold, I am quite pleased that you had chosen to take my counsel under consideration," said the magician. "We have accomplished many things together."
Another wave. Another bow. "The Overlord, May His Presence Swallow The Sun And Stars, Thanks You As Well."
"It was quite gratifying to see you change your mind, after so many centuries of denial." The wine was swirled. "Tell me, what was it that finally gave you cause to listen to me?"
There was the slightest hesitation. The goblin's eyes flicked to the armor, then to the magician. She puffed out her chest. "Do you question the wisdom of His Austere Lugubriousness?" she asked.
The magician looked at the goblin. She looked at the armor. She tipped her head back and drank the wine too quickly.
She looked back at the armor. "I know you're the orc, you moron," she said.
The room went deathly still. An alchemical light fizzled.
The orc pulled off the helmet, sending long, untied hair down tangling, and said: "How could you possibly-"
"Because you're both idiots!" the magician said. The goblin jumped. The orc jumped with a noise like a dropped stove. "What kind of a plan was this?! If it wasn't for me, you would have been turned into fertilizer months ago."
She closed her eyes. She took a long, dramatic breath. She set the wine glass down on the balcony rail.
"How did the Overlord die?" she asked when she seemed like she had gotten a hold over herself.
"Choked on an olive," said the goblin.
"Threw his body out the window," said the orc.
"You don't have to mention the window," said the goblin.
"Right," said the orc. "Sorry."
The magician looked out over the city, hand curled thoughtfully under her nose. "Who knows about this?"
"Just us. And, uh. You. Apparently."
"And why did you accept my counsel?"
The orc blinked. "Sorry?"
"Why did you accept my counsel?" the magician repeated.
"Well," the orc said. "Well - you seemed like you had good ideas-"
"Great ideas!" the goblin said with an edge of desperation. "Don't know why the old bastard didn't listen to you!"
"Right - right," said the orc. "And when we figured we were stuck doing this - well, it just made sense, really."
The magician seemed to absorb this. She nodded. "All right," she said, striding between the two and grabbing the crystal decanter.
"Um," said the orc. "Sorry. What happens now?"
"What happens is that you two will continue to serve as Overlord," said the magician. "You will continue to take my counsel. We will continue to reform this bloody country, and gods willing, we will turn it into the crown jewel of the world by next Midwinter."
The orc looked at the goblin. The goblin looked at the orc.
"Really?" the goblin asked.
"Oh yes," said the magician. "I've worked hard to be counsel to the Overlord, and I have no reason to stop now. And besides-"
She looked the orc up and down with a deliberate slowness, poring over every microscopic detail, eyes tracing over every jagged line, and grinned like a panther.
"You look much better in the armor than he ever did," she said. Dark robes swirled like a becleavaged thundercloud, and she strode out through the high iron doors, decanter in hand.
The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin.
"Shit," said the goblin.
"Shit," said the orc.
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e-m-p-error · 8 months
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neo-nomatrix · 3 months
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader
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summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story
a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING
Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.
You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.
“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”
“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.
“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.
“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?
“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.
“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.
“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.
“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”
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“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.
You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.
“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.
“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.
“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.
You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.
“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.
“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.
“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.
“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.
“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.
“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.
“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.
“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.
“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.
“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.
“He was always my favorite,” he adds.
“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.
“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.
Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.
“You’re staring, again” You mention.
“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.
You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.
“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.
“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”
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It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.
As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.
“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.
“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.
“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.
You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”
“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks
“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.
“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.
“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”
And maybe, just maybe, he could.
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