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twanettee · 5 months
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thankstothe · 1 month
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Sick of "Robin wouldn't date her best friend's ex". Get ready for "haha Steve i'm fucking your ex"
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happyk44 · 4 months
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overprotective big sister bianca showing up inside percy's room in the middle of the night, waiting for him to wake up at her presence hovering over him, then screaming, "YOU LET HIM RUN AWAY?" when he does
percy and his emotional support neglect ghost
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sincerely-sofie · 28 days
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I'm thinking of how funny it would be if Ark and Twig came across an outlaw that they don't actually know is an outlaw. And they tag along, hoping for the chance to steal their stuff for a quick buck.
And then they quickly realize just how bad of a situation they're I'm because these two adventurers, NEITHER of whom are registered under an official guild, are destroying these monsters with ease! For goodness sake, that creepy one just powderized that guy while discussing dinner plans! And he didn't skip a beat! Eventually they make their way out and, ever so thankfully, they're not infamous enough to be wanted in this somewhat isolated town. But now they're crashing at Twig's place because he let slip that they dont have a place to stay?? And they can't sneak out because that creepy floaty guy isn't going to bed???? And they have a kid that can transform but ISN'T a ditto!?!? Apparently they have guests coming later, that's good. Maybe they can slip out when they're distr- IS THAT CELEBI!?!?!?!??
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Anon you have NO idea how in love with this concept I am. It veered in a rather different direction than what you originally provided— hope I didn’t take too many liberties with your initial premise!
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Later on during a family get-together:
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Kinda felt like making one of these for fun, might as well post it here
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moghedien · 1 month
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Shipping Cassandra and Leliana is so funny because I feel like the only people who actually do it have either only played Inquisition or don't think much past "Well they're the Left and Right Hands of the Divine" because you KNOW they only get along to the extent they do in Inquisition because they've never had an actual conversation because the second Leliana opened her mouth about her theology in front of Cassandra, they would have been trying to strangle each other
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harvestmoth · 5 months
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more rejuv things but its. its just this guy again, im sorry shes all i can draw
#everyday im like i wanna draw :] and then i just end up with this thing on the page#i refuse to draw hands holding. because i cannot and im too lazy to figure it out#oh yea a couple of these i havent posted before because theyre lame to me but ill put them here for now#anyways!!#i was gonna say something about a couple of these but i forgot#oh well#pokemon rejuvenation#does she. lose her ribbon in blacksteeple. i forgot#she still has it to me..#to me her c15 hair tie is a torn part of the ribbon#anyways again. yesterday i finally figured out what the rejuvrp is. very cool stuff im so incredibly intrigued by it#i have no idea whats going on! but it looks so cool ill try to read it more later.#oh right again about the rejuvrp thing. the character designs ive seen are so so so cool i want to draw them so bad#i think i have to ask about that first though and there is! no way i am going to do that!!! i do not want to bother them#and i think my heart would explode from the fear of it all before i even typed the message.#that and im very lazy! theres a very good chance i wouldnt even draw it in the first place#anyways unrelated but i think if i get another comment from someone on something i Will Actually Explode.#i see someone said something and it kills me on the daily. what is happening... thank you.. i appreciate it very much...#sorry to whoever read all of that. um. hi youre really cool and i hope you have a good day/night#i think being on twitter has done something to me i have to leave it immediately. anyways back to twitter#wait actually i should go back to playing rejuv. im still in the grove from when i first posted the gym leader melia au. im afraid to leave#also play pokemon rejuvenation no i will not stop saying that everytime i post one of these
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jamiesfootball · 9 months
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Always lowkey simmering a Leverage AU in the back of my head hear me out:
Ted is an ex-insurance investigator who was able to get his son life-saving medical treatment because his first, original Crime Pal Beard was like ‘Ted if your company doesn’t come through with the coverage, we’re doing things my way.’
The company did not come through. The company did let him go due to suspicion of Ted’s involvement in the incident, but Ted will happily remind folks that no charges were formally pressed. Henry is alive and healthy and living with Michelle, who divorced Ted shortly thereafter (not just because of pre-existing marital problems, but because Ted wouldn’t tell her anything about why the doctors “””suddenly decided to do the procedure for free”””). Shortly thereafter, Ted fled the country.
What Ted learned from the whole experience is that there’s a lot of people out there, good people just trying to live by the rules, but sometimes things happen that are just out of their control. And well- if we’ve got the means to help the good people out when no one else will, then shouldn’t we try?
“We’ve got means,” Beard agrees. “And motives.”
They do things Beard’s way now.
#also Rebecca is a grifter who gave it up when she married into money and her name(s) echo mysteriously through the back alleys of London#“did you hear about this Secret Princess Lydia who went missing in the 90s?’ ‘yes Ted that was me’#the woman is constantly dodging every half-told lie she made on a lark twenty years ago but she is amazing at keeping them straight#and Roy- Roy long ago took an injury that ended his career as a footballer before it started#and he fell into a bad spot as a hitter#and then he fell into a worse spot#and then he dug himself out for his neice that no one knows about (see: everyone knows about think mafia kid no one is allowed to touch her)#the problem now is he’s getting old#the hits hit harder and his speed isn’t what it used to be#(Roy Kent’s slow is still leagues beyond what these young wannabe punks can do these days)#keeley! she is a sneak thief. very charming. tiny. great with repelling down sides of buildings#loves money and shiny rocks and thinks Rebecca is the bee’s knees#and then there’s Jamie who is a 24 year old hacker with gaudy taste no knack for accents and a problem with authority#in this au him and ted have basically split Nate’s backstory#Ted’s dad took him to bars and taught him little tricks and mind games- nothing fancy just stuff an HR person might know#meanwhile Jamie’s dad took him to shady deals in bars because his dad was a fixer who’d put bad guys in touch with each other#jamie keeps a tracker running on his laptop with his dad’s whereabouts at all times#unfortunately he didn’t think that anyone else would bother looking for him- he’s not exactly a big time crook#but Ted and his crew have pissed off Rupert Mannion who is big time and who wants to hit back at Rebecca for making a fool of him#and Mannion’s people have identified that the way in to breaking their little crew is through Jamie#who’s name sounds so ridiculous people have assumed it was fake this whole time#anyways#thanks for reading#I will likely never write this but boy I have ideas 💡#leverage au#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent#keeley jones#rebecca welton
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dragonanon · 3 months
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Low key wanna make a Hazbin Hotel OC that’s just a little indestructible gremlin cat of a demon that is LITERALLY incapable of dying, so she just goes around trolling overlords because what are they gonna do?? Kill her?? Yeah you can try buddy, but she’ll just shake it off and go RIGHT back to doing fortnite dances and making bad puns.
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lily-ohfally · 1 month
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A place so far away, yet it feels so close to home. → Do you remember it too?
FFXIV 'Vanilla' Gpose Challenge: 2. Landscape/Location
Fanow couldn't be further from home, yet the moist smell of the forest grounds mixing with smell of fresh, untainted air, reminded him of the years he lost. The Vii of The First all saw it. The distant gaze, the longing sighs. He had lost a home, but welcomed into a new. Lily kept thinking about how he wanted to, or at least hoped to, bring his sisters and brother here. Yet... could they remember it? Their lives before the attack? Before their lives were changed forever?
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malwarechips · 11 months
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moon <333
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cloudishmagma · 1 year
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Doodle corner
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I got bored in class so I drew funky men on the margins of the pages.
Order of satisfaction: Xav, max, seth and James
I really like the james eve combo but damn its hard to draw him consistently
I also have some Genshin impact and pinterest sketches but I'll post them tomorrow.
Funky men ----> @hotpinkmoon 's OCs for their VN
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homonationalist · 9 months
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Once the veneer of fantasy is stripped off, the setting terrestrialized, and the orcs recognized as human, then, all the classic themes of Western racist thought become immediately visible. Tolkien’s aesthetic judgment on Mongols and orcs simply repeats Meiners’ aesthetic classification of races, and the even earlier medieval hierarchy: “The figure prized in medieval romances corresponded to Greek statuary, physiognomy was important, and a ‘skin of dazzling whiteness’ exemplified true beauty. Such beauty symbolized goodness, while blackness, small stature, and an ill-proportioned body meant ugliness and evil.” Similarly, twentieth-century German racists would contrast Aryans and dark “ape-men.” Blacks themselves, of course, had traditionally been seen in racist thought as close to apes, and possibly even prone to couplings with orangutans. In keeping with the foregoing, Tolkien describes an orc as “a short crook-legged creature, very broad and with long arms that hung almost to the ground” (TT, 62), while at the siege of Helm’s Deep, we are told, the orcs “sprang up [the ladders] like apes in the dark forests of the South” (TT, 178). The pure-blooded orcs’ fear of the sun also has its precedent in one German anthropologist’s contrast of a diurnal Aryan and a nocturnal non-Aryan race.
Charles W. Mills from “The Wretched of Middle‐Earth: An Orkish Manifesto” (2022)
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softquietsteadylove · 7 months
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Would you write something where Thena is terrified of something. So afraid that she crawls away and cries. Maybe she had some kind of hallucination that can be associated with Mahd Wy'ry. Gil tries to calm her down.
Thena turned down another of the Domo's many winding halls. She was trying to walk the restlessness from her body. It was a routine she was well familiar with--walking in hopes of finding sleep. She just had too much on her mind.
"Thena."
She froze, refusing to turn.
"You poor thing."
She would not look at it. She would not.
"You're broken, Thena."
She clamped her throat closed, although her hands started to shake. She scolded herself; she was the Warrior Eternal. She would not be intimidated by some spectre.
"Damaged," the ghostly voice whispered to her, "useless."
"No," she mumbled, defending herself against an enemy that wasn't even there. Her shoulders trembled.
"No?" That deep timbre that shook her head and rattled her nervous system--it echoed around her, just like in that cave. "You're not?"
"No," she whispered, her feet rooted to the spot.
The whispers of her enemy bounced off the corners and glided over the smooth metal walls around her. "Is that what Gilgamesh would think?"
Her throat was dry, like when they first landed in Australia. "No, he-"
"How would you know?"
She blinked; a silhouette at the end of the hall took a step toward her. Fear flooded her body, experienced so seldom it was unfamiliar to her.
"You got him killed," the silhouette tilted its head at her, its hands changing shape in front of her eyes, "after all."
"No," she stumbled back, just one step at first, then two. "I-I didn't."
"You didn't?" that monster taunted her, raising its fist with a gentle, golden glow to it. "You didn't...stand there?"
"No," she whispered again, her voice high and tight with the tears coming to her eyes. She stumbled and fell back. "Please."
"You didn't watch?" Her hunter continued, no pity for the poor creature on the ground, dragging itself away. "As I lifted him off the ground, drained him of his powers?"
"Gil," Thena choked out as she felt her palms on the cold of the Domo floor. She wasn't in the Amazon, she wasn't in danger. This was all in her head.
"You got your poor Gilgamesh killed, Thena." That monster was right behind her--always. When she tried to sleep, whenever she was alone with her thoughts. This thing would come and sing its cruel song to her. "Protecting a Warrior who can't even fight."
"Gil," she snivelled again, repeating his name as the only thing that could help her cling to sanity. Her sweet Gilgamesh, the man with whom she had built an entire life--lifetimes upon lifetimes, together.
"Gil is dead, Thena," the beast asserted, slapping its claw on the floor at her feet. The sound of it rattled her brain. "And it's because of you!"
"No," she repeated, shaking her head. Her brain felt like it was on fire. "No, I-"
"Thena."
That voice--this was the voice she hated to hear the most in times like these. Because it was perfect. It was perfect, and sweet, but it was wrong.
"Thena," Gilgamesh's voice called from behind her, "look at me."
She shook her head, resuming her pain fraught journey back to safety. She couldn't look at him; it was only going to horrify her.
"Thena," his voice repeated more harshly. He would never speak to her like that. "Thena, look at what you did!"
"No," she whimpered, coming to a stop outside the room where his body - his silent, sleeping body - lay. She didn't drag herself inside. She didn't want the sanctity of his actual sleeping form to mix with the ugliness her mind could conjure.
"This is your fault!"
Thena curled up in a ball, holding her arms around her head like a child. She couldn't remember ever being a child, but perhaps it was something like this. She shook her head.
"Look at me!" the monster roared at her, using Gilgamesh's voice.
She knew that if she looked at it, it would present her with Gilgamesh's dead visage. Sometimes it made his corpse look truly desecrated, just to really scare her. It would spew hateful words, make her see things she yearned to forget.
"Why, Thena? Didn't I care for you?" the ghost pleaded with her. "Why did you let me die like that?!"
Thena shook her head again, holding herself through the barrage of taunts the way she would a windstorm back home. She shook. "He would never..."
"Thena!" it bellowed, slamming the wall on either side of her head. The sound of it seemed so real--real enough to send crackles down her spine.
She squeezed her eyes shut, "Gilgamesh would never say that."
No, he wouldn't. It was just her own mind saying these things. It was her own guilt showing her this monster, and these sights that never happened. It was just herself saying these terribly cruel things.
"He'd never," she repeated to herself, curled up as her only defense against the spectre of her own making. "Gilgamesh is kind."
"He's dead!"
"He's sweet," she whispered to herself, hoping that her own voice would sound more real than the wailing and slamming of the ghost she had conjured. "He would never."
"What wouldn't I?"
Thena lifted her head, seeing no ghost in front of her. She tilted her head further up, blinking. "Gil?"
He looked down at her, leaning against the doorway slightly.
She stood slowly, tilting her head at him. She raised her hand, and instead of passing through him, her fingers met the familiar warmth of his chest. "It's you."
He didn't question it, didn't ask what she had been crying about. He held her hand in his, "it's me."
She leaned forward, pushing her face into his chest and inhaling. He smelled like Australia--like home. Or maybe it was the other way around; maybe Australia smelled like home because of him.
Gil simply held her, rubbing her back and whispering sweet nothings into her hair.
She urged him back towards the bed, "you shouldn't be up."
He grunted as she helped lower him back down. "I've been asleep for weeks, haven't I?"
"Not that long," she chided him, although it had to be said that she was indulging him, based on the smile on her face. "You're still healing."
He snatched her hand before she could pull it all the way back. He unfurled her fingers and pressed her palm to his heart, "I'm here, though."
She let the beat of his heart ripple through her skin and settle into her brain. This was his heart, alive and beating. Gilgamesh was alive, no matter what that ghost had to say about it. "You're here."
"Right here," he repeated, staring up at her. "Y'know, there's room in here for two."
She laughed, and Gilgamesh's face released all its tension. "I have a ship to command, I'll have you know. And saying there's room for two in these beds might be generous."
Gil let out a loud sigh as she parted with him, leaving his hand on his chest, "I seem to recall we made it work, back in the day."
Thena lingered by the door, casting her shadow over him. "I seem to recall that even with me on top of you, it was a tight squeeze."
He grinned at her, "good thing I like squeezing you, then."
She laughed again, and the cold of the hallway got a little warmer on her back. "Rest, Gilgamesh."
He tilted his head on the pillow. He was still weak, resting after his near brush with death. But his eyes were soft, "g'night, hon. I'll see you when I wake up?"
She nodded, automatically pursing her lips to kiss him in reflex to what he would say every night in their bed back home. "See you then."
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seaseraphic · 3 months
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Misaki (Ultimate Herbalist!) & Anika (Ultimate Roller Derby Star!) Danganronpa-style Sprites
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