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fullscoreshenanigans · 6 months

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Debating whether to make the criminally underexplored platonic dynamics polls into a tournament (with the top two or three from the Grace Field kids, Goldy Pond crew, Lambda/Paradise Hideout gang, and free-for-all rounds advancing to a final round).

I'm also taking suggestions for any of these, either in the reblogs or replies of this post, or as asks or in a DM. The requirement is a panel of the two characters interacting* in the manga or a piece of official Demizu art must be included in the suggestion, or in lieu of the picture itself, the chapter citation of where the panel is in the manga.

Notes: • One suggestion per person per poll on a first come, first serve basis. 11 options per poll, with #12 being "other." • Adam, Emma, Lucas, and Yuugo are eligible characters for the GP poll. • Lucas & Oliver, Yuugo & Emma, Yuugo & Ray, and Gillian & Nigel are ineligible dynamics for any of the polls. • Free-for-all is technically everything not covered in the three prior polls (e.g., Nigel & Yvette, Gilda & Violet, Pepe & Ray, etc. If there's enough interest in a demon-exclusive poll, it can be a separate fifth poll. Otherwise, stuff like Leuvis & Sonju goes here.) • *"Interaction" preferably being them talking or engaging in something together intentionally, but if you want to stretch it, it can be two characters just conveniently standing next to each other (because the potential is there Shirai throw us a bone.)

#think that's everything #ineligible dynamics are ofc not bad at all #but feels like comparatively speaking fandom has them more than covered lol so arbitrary elimination to satisfy my curiosity #for GP poll I already have Adam & Paula and/or Adam & Violet #think the only time we ever see James & Smee interacting is the Ch173 side scene </3 #The Promised Neverland #TPN #TPN Polls #FSS Polls #FSS Shenanigans #Goldy Pond Crew #Lambda Gang

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rapidhighway · 3 months

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Also what I love about archie sonic is the way they align things with game canon?? Because generally by the time a game comes out, the comics have managed to establish like 50 contradictions in their canon, but they decided to make tie-ins and fixes anyway. Like, Robotnik from Archie looks nowhere near what Eggman looks like in games. When they started making comics Sonic was a tiny, round guy with black eyes, so he's small, and had brown eyes. You'd think they would have like a time skip to explain the changes. No, Sonic carries a hyper emerald or whatever on his back to point a large beam on himself so a village that is set 3 hours forward in time doesn't along with the timeline and explode the world and somehow he's just like in a weird vortex and suddenly they all comment about wow, Sonic. You have green eyes now and buckles on your shoes n shit. They made an entire arc to explain why Eggman looks different. And it was awesome. It was so good. Amy??????? I love these fucking comics so much.

#i think they kind over did it with the leading a lost echodna tribe to promised land but whatever i guess #it was confusing and actually boring at the point okay like give me some lasers i dont want jesus #btw the thing with sonic getting green eyes COULD have gone differently see the comic was made confusing on purpose and by the time i was #reading that i was really really tired and i just accepted everything i didn't understand #they literally say on the cover this shit is going to be very confusing that's so funny

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skoulsons · 11 months

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Her feet carry her faster than she can think. The world around her is blurred, only the feel of her feet pressing hard into the asphalt and the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears are what keep her vision dead set on Joel. He’s running too, the street lights illuminating his movements as he rushes towards her.

Joel’s arms barely open before she’s already there, both of hers going over his shoulders and crossing behind his neck. Joel holds her against him immediately, one arm along her back and the other behind her head, cupping it gently next to his own.

Joel lifts Ellie off the ground, stumbling backwards and spinning in an attempt to balance them. Though, after a minute, the spinning isn’t just for balance anymore.

It brings him back to a time long forgotten. Christmas and her birthdays with a particularly good present. Days at the fair when she’d win a huge stuffed animal and couldn’t wait to tell him all about it. Days when Joel would get home after working a double and she couldn’t sleep until she heard his footsteps. Picking her up after school and he’d be waiting outside for her; Sarah running for him and exclaiming how she got an ‘A’ on the project she spent all night on.

Sarah’s smile and the bounce of her hair as she raced for her dad were always met with such an embrace. One arm cradling her head as his other held her against him by her back. How Joel would stumble back, sometimes as an exaggeration, just so he could spin them around. Just so he could take a few steps to hold his little girl against him. Just so he could take a few precious, hallowed moments to rock her back and forth in his arms, like how he would to rock her to sleep as a baby.

Joel continues to turn and step haphazardly along the streets of Jackson, taking Ellie in every single stride. And with every old memory that passes between their bodies in the streets of Jackson, it reminds him. It reminds him of the emptiness he’s felt without her. The hole that her loss created. That Sarah-sized-hug section of his heart that was brutally cut out of him that early morning in September.

And those reminders only make Joel hug Ellie a little tighter, spin a little more, and walk a little farther.

Ellie’s legs lightly wrap around his middle, trying to get as close as she possibly can. Joel just squeezes the arm that’s across her back tighter as he threads his fingers gently through her hair.

Her breathing is against his neck. Her chest rises and falls against his and her heart beats right alongside his own. Each others bodies fall in sync with each other, like they always do. Their breathing synchronizing, finding the stability in each others proof of life.

For a split second, he’s reminded again. He’s reminded of her held against his chest. He’s reminded of her small hands around his neck as he ruan through the streets. He’s reminded of her high-pitched fears and his attempted reassurances to calm her down.

He’s reminded of an attempted hug. An attempted hug full of pain and a fleeting heartbeat. Small hands clawing at his arms and neck, crying out. Crying and groaning over the pain in her abdomen. Crying over the pain he was causing.

He cries. He cries, but he can barely bring himself to care at this point.

She’s alive. He’s holding his daughter now and that means she’s alive. She’s no longer a cold and ruined body maimed by the violence of the world. No longer another victim to a sickness that Cordyceps could never match. No longer a shadow of a broken world. No longer just a memory.

He cries because he loves her. He cries because he knows this isn’t the last time he’ll ever hug her. He cries because he’s not hurting her this time. He cries because she’s clinging on to him as hard he is to her.

He cries because she loves him.

He turns his face more into hers, his nose burying into her hair. She smells like fresh soap, the same soap, clean clothes, and their little blue house. Like old books and the leather of their couch. Like pine cones and fire.

And that only makes it harder for him to hold back. He sniffles into her hair and she hears it, feels it. She hugs around his neck tighter, bringing one of her arms down to rub a few strokes up and down his back to comfort him. He does it back to her, continuing to relish in the feeling of her wrapped in his arms.

Joel slows their spinning to a gentle back-and-forth swing before he lowers her down, Ellie’s tip toes planting onto the asphalt first. She stays that way, still reaching up over Joel’s neck as he bends down slightly, arms around her middle.

Joel is the first to pull away, much to Ellie’s apprehension due to her still clinging to his shirt as he pulls her away from him.

But he doesn’t let her go. His arms linger on her sides as he pulls her away, immediately bringing them up to her cheeks when he can finally see her face completely.

Joel is nearly out of breath, and not because of his old muscles and achy bones. “Are you okay?” He checks her up and down. Injuries, blood, anything. A habit he picked up on the road, always checking her first for injuries to make sure she was okay. It stayed even when they moved into Jackson. Whether she was at the stables the majority of the day or at home drawing and reading, he had to check.

He had to make sure she was okay, even if there was no reason to. He had to be sure. He couldn’t let himself fail again for not checking.

He holds her cheeks gently, his fingers stretching behind her ears as his thumbs rub back and forth along her cheekbones.

Ellie laughs wetly at his question, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Joel wipes them away as he smiles, cherishing the familiar sound of her laugh at every opportunity.

She looks up at him, nearly as breathless as he is. “Are you?” There’s a hint of sarcasm, but more genuine care.

There’s two wet streaks down the sides of his face from where his tears poured out of the corners of his eyes. He’s still smiling at her as she brings her hands up to his face, copying his movements, and wiping her thumbs over the corners of his eyes and following the streaks until they hit his beard, disappearing.

His eyes close briefly until she brings them back to his wrists, holding tightly to them again. He smiles at the affection. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, it means the world to him to have something like that reciprocated to him.

He smiles wider, bringing her head gently to his to let their foreheads touch. Their hands stay right where they are, their breathing slowing and falling in tune with each others again as they inhale and exhale together. Their breaths in the small space between saying every word they can’t.

Words have never been their strong suit. They’ve always defaulted to touch or gifts to express what’s going on. Not only is such a thing more comforting, but it’s always said more than their words could ever express. They have had talks before, and getting through them is like pulling teeth every time, so they always result to physical touch. It’s easier, safer for both of them.

Instead of answering each others questions, which were pleas more than anything, they hug. Joel’s right hand goes behind her neck and guides her face to his chest, Ellie settling comfortably against him as her arms wrap around his middle. His left hand sits over her shoulderblade as his right cards through her hair from her scalp to her ends, each strand untangling and falling through his fingertips before he repeats the motion.

Their shoulders drop, the both of them able to finally relax with the other in their grasp. In the safety only the other can provide.

Joel turns his head to the side, his cheek resting atop her head as he continues threading his hand through her hair. Against his chest, she breathes in. The same soap and hints of the shampoo they share. He smells like little whittled woodland creatures and coffee.

They smell like home to each other. Some brought about from their time on the road, and some brought about from their time in Jackson that are only associated with the other.

They don’t smell like blood, grass, or kicked up dirt. Not like overgrown buildings and gunpowder. Not like screaming infected or houses riddled with bullet holes. Not like the cold and hollow corpses of once beloved family, friends, and lovers.

They don’t hear the gasping breaths and dying heartbeats. They don’t see the cloudy eyes or feel the pasty skin. They don’t smell the bloody limbs or smell the faint, musky scent of the fleeting life in front of them.

There’s full, rich breathes between them. Pounding, healthy heartbeats against each others chest. Eyes full of light and love that intently watch the other. Their skin, washed clean and healing from injuries. Their scents showing a full life, as full as they can have, and it’s because of the other.

Joel starts to pull away slowly before Ellie nuzzles back against him, pressing her face into his flannel in protest. Joel laughs and Ellie smiles at the rumble in his chest that pounds against her cheek. She lets out a deep sigh as she lets Joel pull her away, not letting her go any further from him than his bent arm.

He keeps his right hand resting on her shoulder as he leans closer to her again, kissing her hairline. He rests his cheek briefly over the spot before kissing again and leaning back, his hand finding that all-too-familiar spot on her cheek.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” She nuzzles into his palm, the warmth and steady hold of it so easy to lean into. She closes her eyes, a small “mhm” escaping her lips as she smiles.

She pulls his hand off her cheek and into her hand, interlocking their fingers together as their arms fall in the space between them.

Their walk from the front gate to their home is a quiet one, filled with small giggles, hummed tunes, and kicked pebbles along the streets. Ellie brings her right hand to his forearm, clinging tight to his side, like the asphalt would swallow him whole if she even dared to loosen her grip on him. And if the hold he has on her hand is any indication, he feels the same way.

And later that night when they’re in bed and Ellie is asleep, curled up small and comfortable against his side, his memories really sink in.

Memories of Sarah. Memories of Sarah that are… fading. Parts of her that aren’t clear anymore. The way she smelled. What was her shampoo? The soap they used? The scent he breathed in every night? The way the world froze with every sprinting hug when he’d hold her and breathe in her hair and he can’t remember it. That perfume he bought her for prom. The prom she never got to go to. How she tried it on in the store.

Dad! What about this one?

Think you got yourself a winner there, kiddo.

Her life was ripped from him. Her scent and what made her… her were gone from him, now. No recollection of what made Sarah herself. The gel she’d use in her hair. The same detergent they’d use when they washed their clothes. A detergent long gone that he can’t even smell his own clothes to remember her that way. The sweet, lavender scent of her shampoo that always filled their bathroom.

He pulls his arm around Ellie a little tighter, Ellie snuggling closer to him and resting her head atop his chest and as he pulls her close, bringing his lips to the crown of her head. He kisses her head there once, resting his lips there as he feels her chest rise and fall against his own. As he breathes in her hair and the scent of their shampoo. As his right hand finds her left arm draped over his abdomen, holding it gently. As he hears her steady breathing against his chest, the sure sign that she’s there. She’s with him. She’s okay.

Please.

Don’t let me forget her, too.

#this is ROUGH #just now posting at 1:30am #I started it at like #4pm.#because SOME people wouldn’t shut up 👎🏻#anyway it’s not that good but #we ball 🏀#I completely copied all of Alex’s thoughts and texts #I love you so much Alex please don’t be angry I copied like everything you said #but it wouldn’t leave me alone!!!!#you write so much better than me anyway so if or when you cover this #I know it’ll be ten times better #How Can I is coming you guys I promise!!!#I MEAN THAT!!!!#the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #L fics

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blitz0hno · 5 months

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Blitz's TransLyrics - The Purge March MILGRAM

lyrics and demo below!

I ONLY translate and write using the original captions/direct translations of a song. If one of my lyrics seems too similar to a previously established version please let me know! I will change it unless the phrasing is too common or artistically important to me, and even in the latter case I would tweak it the best I can!

Please ask before using demo audio. Lyrics can be used freely with credit to this blog!

A blessed morning unto everyone! It's another beautiful day Delivered by the Lord However, there are blasphemers and idle bystanders who seek to sully it! We must pass our best judgment, With pure mind body and soul We will again today preach What is right and true!

(Hut!) Thou shalt follow the Lord’s given destiny (Hut!) Thou shalt discard all forms of vulgarity (Hut!) Thou shalt do God's will unto those around them (Hut!) Thou shalt do God's will until death

Those sorry words "It can't be helped" From sorry scum who cannot be helped

Make them all now Truly So clearly Beyond doubt purely Guilty as can be!

(Oh it's judgment day)

I disavow you, Here and now

(All thine debts be paid)

It's far too late for you Who broke sacred vows!

(Corrupt eyes and mouth)

Forever shut so No you can't cry out, (oh I hope you’re proud)

I'll crush your throat Send you a flood Your cries are way too loud!

God said No exceptions So kneel And repent, then

You can cry and You can scream and Tell them all you’re “So sorry” Not enough! You gave up your hope

God said No exceptions So kneel And repent, then

You can cry and You can scream and tell them all you’re “So sorry” Not enough! You gave up your hope

If you are a bad girl Then all the monsters Come to play Godliness is magic That keeps monsters far away

Thou shalt follow the destiny the Lord has called to thee

Thou shalt turn away from all forms of vulgarity

Those sorry words "It can't be helped" From sorry scum Who cannot be helped Make them all now Doubtlessly So clearly Unequivocally Truly Guilty as can be!

(Oh it's judgment day)

I disavow you, Here and now

(All thine debts be paid)

It's far too late for you Who broke sacred vows!

(Corrupt eyes and mouth)

Forever shut so No you can't cry out, (oh I hope your proud)

I'll crush your throat Send you a flood Your cries are way too loud!

(Final judgment day!)

This is what I've been called to do!

(All debts shall be paid)

God taught me well Now God wants me To teach you!

(This ends here, right now!)

I'll send one flood Won't forgive Till it's clean (Never again’s our vow)

I'll hand you back The judgment You delivered Unto me!

God said No exceptions So kneel And repent, then

You can cry and You can scream and Tell them all you’re “So sorry” Not enough! You gave up your hope

God said No exceptions So kneel And repent, then

Go on cry Go on scream Tell me you're “So sorry” not enough! I asked You said “NO”

You're sorry? You should be! May God show you mercy

Recall my screams and pleas All the “sorry”s I cried Out to thee! Do you remember them?

You're sorry? Yeah nice try You hypocrite! Now die!

Recall my screams and pleas All the “sorry”s to thee who shall die! I said unto you then?

Thank you for reading/listening!

#amane momose #milgram #amane inno sweep #milgram project #cw cults #the purge march #translyrics #abusive community? traumatize them back!#doing these instead of a cover channel bc I'm too perfectionist rn I love makin demos but #everything takes foreverrrr #cw religion #no harmonies in the demo we die like men #unnecessary amount of tracks #critique welcome i'm not a pro lol #if I upload this as a proper cover it'll be mixed promise lmao #blitzlyrics

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officersnickers · 1 year

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I don’t know how it is for you guys, but I’d really like to see more content about the Sisters/ Mamas/ girls in training accustom to the human world, especially clothing-wise. They were only allowed to wear white, then grey and finally black/ white for their entire life, having no autonomy of their bodies and styling besides the hair style, at least. We got a glimpse of Matilda, Scarlet, Jessica and Sienna having their own style later on and I love everything about this picture.

Matilda with earrings, Jessica having a more relaxed hairstyle, Sienna with longer curls, Scarlet with cute, frilly accessories.

I just would love to know about them get freaky with their newfound freedom. Wearing the most ridiculous clothes, shaving their hair off, entering phases after phases, giggling like little girls in shops because they found something cute or endearing to them. Hundreds, if not thousands of girls and women suddenly entering the human world and being able to express themselves freely for the first time in their lifes must have been such a sight for the residenst of the human world (not to forget the clothing industry, seeing nothing but 💰🪙💵 all of a sudden).

Alone the thought of middle-aged women going shopping like Gilda and Anna in the special side chapter is so dear to me.

Not to mention the anime’ s 2nd season (shudder) with letting Isabella live. Her opening her hair again, wearing sporty, simple clothes which do not cover her neck and forearms, as if she herself has nothing to hide anymore.

She could literally wear old used potato sacks and I still would be like 😍

#just me thinking about TPNs women again #imagine all the stuff they could wear #discovering what they like or not #also covering their numbers and the scars on their chest the first time #but then letting go of the fear and showing it weirdly proud #like the children probably would show their scars and numbers too #I know the grown ups would still feel guilty for everything they went through #but I hope with time they become better #the promised neverland #tpn #ynn #yakusoku no neverland #yakusoku no nebārando #Snickers babbles

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