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qnpc04 · 4 months
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I CANT BREATHE .. imagine the 1/3 of your brain wakes up after spending like 7 hours with the 2/3 of it in HELL and then your best bud who you left in charge of your daughter just goes ‘yeah got lore’d on 😓’ and your children are GONE HFOSKDKDKSKSKDK
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plantsonplutoart · 25 days
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April fools just passed and so I’m touching up inks for a lil marauders comic I made. I had to share a wip of my favorite panel. They’re so stupid <3
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d4ydream-girl · 27 days
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comments from smosh cast + crew on shourtney's wedding post!!
ft. mythical, thomas sanders, and www.chess.com?? lol
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mochinomnoms · 4 months
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Cling azul clingy azul clingy azul. Kisses for azulito. Azulito deserves many kisses
BESITOS! MUCHÍSIMOS BESITOS, MUCHÍSIMOS PARA EL AZULITO MI AZULITO AZULITO AZULITO AAAAAAAAAAAAAA BESITOS BESOSBESOSBESO!!!!!!!! EL MERECE MI AMOR, MI CARIÑO, MI TODO LOS BESOS NO SON SUFICIENTE—
*ahem*
If you're like me, and insist on showering Azulito (he begs that you don't call him that in front of others, especially the twins) with kisses and kisses galore, you better commit to it!!
You better let him cling to you as you cuddle and smooch in his large bed, he's exhausted after a long day's work. He needs this, he needs to wrap his arms (just the two never seems enough sometimes) around you as you lay on his chest with his weighted blanked on top of you both.
Complain that it's heavy, but he insists if he's to take you back home that you start becoming accustomed to the pressure of the ocean and his 8 tentacles around you. No, you are legally obligated to spend at least one hour with him every day after 5pm per your relationship contact.
(Note that, it's not an actual contract. He's made very few since Leona destroyed his collection, saving them for emergencies and things of personal importance. He has one waiting for you to sign in the future, glittering gold with the words ENGAGEMENT CONTRACT on the top.)
For now, though, he demands that you let him indulge in your affections, exclusive to him (and maybe Grim). Leave lipstick marks on him, one specifically on his collar, Why are you so surprised? It's so that he can brag about getting such a wonderful, beautiful, enchanting, loving partner. Azul's so surprisingly affectionate in public, an arm wrapped around your waist so that his hand rests on your hip, rubbing any exposed skin there. He's bringing you closer, preening when you place a hand on his chest for stability. That's right, he's YOUR stability in this crazy world. He's delighted that everyone else can mope and stomp around, jealous as you place another kiss on his cheek. All these single-fucks can seethe and cry about how he, the Azul Ashengrotto, can show off his pretty eye-candy of his arm with a self-satisfied smirk.
You're his partner, his beloved, his his his! You, to be frank, had the opportunity to choose celebrities, princes, heirs, future kings. You had the cream of the crop, really. But none of them met your standards, only him! He wins! Ha! Ha ha ha! Now, let's go back to the bedroom, he's in need of your sweet embrace and would like to make out with his partner! HIS!!!
Ha, ha, HA!
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@bloogers-boogers ermmm... as a thank you for the style drawing i uh... i made a stutters drawing for you cause i saw you said you wished there was more stutters content-
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happy april fools here's a dumbass drawing i never finished
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marlynnofmany · 2 months
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The Good Perch
“You would think,” Captain Sunlight said drily, “That a spaceport organized enough to have a whole section for courier ships would have a more visible labeling system.”
“Yeah, really,” I agreed with a frown at the small sign marking our ship’s berth. The thing was barely ankle-height and a thin font. Not even a bright color; it hardly stood out from the pavement in its gray-and-black subtlety. With all the spacefarers parading past in a rainbow of body types and clothing styles, not to mention the equally wild spaceships everywhere, those signs were easy to miss. I asked the captain, “Have you been here before? Is this normal, or did the wrong person take charge of designing things?”
“It’s been a while,” said Captain Sunlight, crossing her scaly arms. “I don’t recall this being a problem before. But I suspect our wayward client is still wandering the walkways looking for us.”
“Normally I’d say our ship would stand out, but the visibility’s not great for that either.” Lemon-shaped spaceships with foldable solar sails were pretty uncommon. The one parked behind us would have been easy to spot from a distance if not for the larger ships looming close on either side. These berths were too close together.
Captain Sunlight pulled her phone out of a belt pouch. “Still says they’re on the way.”
“Maybe we need to scoot forward a bit?” I suggested. “Make the ship easier to see?” I stepped up to the walkway for a better look at the view from there.
This turned out to give someone else a better view of me.
“Hey, person who climbs things!” called a cheerful voice. “Come help me brace this.”
After a confused half-second, I located the speaker on top of the gray-brown ship next to ours. I realized with a start that this wasn’t the first time our ships had been parked side-by-side. “Hey, Acorn!” I called back. “Are you waiting for clients too?”
“We were,” the fellow courier called back, waving something that looked like a wrench. She herself still looked like a baboon crossed with a crocodile. “Now it’s time for errands and maintenance, and this needs fixing before we get back into space. Care to give me a hand? Everybody else is either busy or too much of a coward to get up this high.”
“Sure thing!” I said with a glance at Captain Sunlight, who was waving me on. “What’s the best way up?”
Acorn directed me to a row of handholds on the other side of the ship, which made for a nice easy climb. A pity her crewmates didn’t appreciate heights; the spaceport was a beautiful, chaotic sprawl of color from here. And the top of the ship was flat enough to feel plenty safe.
“Welcome to the good perch,” Acorn said, offering me a wrench. “It’s a very exclusive club. Can you hold this part in place so I can adjust that?”
“Absolutely,” I told her. “This end, right? Wait, got it.” I actually had no idea what this open panel was for, but I like to think I hid it well. The job was a simple one with two of us. I could see how it would have been awkward with just one, though. I wondered if she’d resorted to using her feet to hold things in place. I sure would have.
“Got it!” she said. “Now to close it all up. I knew that would be quick.”
I removed the wrench. “What’s the saying? More hands means less work?”
“Makes sense to me. Though by that logic, your friend there could get everything done by himself.”
I looked down to see that Mur had joined Captain Sunlight, in all his many-tentacled squidlike glory. “He probably could, actually. Though I don’t know how he is with heights.”
“Well, no need to share the good perch,” Acorn announced, snapping the panel shut. She spread her arms. “Look at this panorama!”
“It is a nice one! I was just thinking that. What kind of ship is that blobby green one over there? I haven’t seen it before.”
Acorn stood up for a better look. “I think it’s a Waterwill design?”
“That makes sense.” I got to my feet too, glad the ship we stood on wasn’t one of the shiny racer models. Those were much too slippery to make good sightseeing towers.
Not that Acorn seemed bothered either way. She probably would have found grippy shoes somewhere and run up the side just to prove she could. Her appreciation for climbing had been a nice change the first time I ran into her, and was no different now, given how much time I spent among alien crewmates who didn’t have tree-swinging monkeys in their family trees.
“That ship looks like it would make an excellent climbing structure,” she said, pointing at a pink model with grooves along the sides. “Pity it belongs to a security force who are likely to be uptight about such things.”
I laughed. “Isn’t that always the way of it? There’s a police station in my hometown with a roof that slopes down to meet a very climbable wall, and you have no idea how tempting it looked. Well. Maybe you know.”
She definitely understood, and we spent an enjoyable few minutes talking about which buildings and spaceships looked like the most fun to climb.
Then I spotted someone wandering from one berth marker to the next, looking both lost and a little nearsighted, and I had a suspicion that I’d found our missing client. This was a fellow human wearing the kind of drapey clothes that spoke of dignity and no little wealth. Her expression was exactly the kind I’d wear if I had to deal with those hard-to-read signs long enough to be late.
“Hey Captain!” I called down to Sunlight. “Is that her?” I pointed.
Captain Sunlight hurried forward with her phone out, matching the look of the person with an image there.
Yup. Called it.
Acorn chuckled while the pair of them exchanged greetings and complaints about the station layout. “Nice one. The wisdom of the heights strikes again. Do they need you down there now?”
“Probably,” I said. “Actually not yet, this package is a small one. Mur’s got it.” As I spoke, Mur pushed a hovercart forward with a box on it liberally covered in “fragile” stickers. It had a carrying handle on the top, which it had come with, and rubber bumpers on every corner, which Paint had added just to be safe. All precautions had been taken.
“Oh good,” Acorn said. “Then enjoy the view with me a little longer.” She bent to pull something from the toolbag’s side pocket. “Top-of-the-tree snack?”
“Are those the ones you’re named for?” I asked, remembering a conversation the last time I’d seen her. Translations being what they were, her name meant a similar nut from her homeworld. It had been an amusing conversation, since we were both named after things found in trees. She didn’t know what a robin was, but once I explained it, she claimed to have met a number of people back home with similar names.
“Yes, the salted version,” Acorn said, opening the bag. “I recall these were on the safe list for your species.”
“Safe and tasty,” I agreed. “Thank you.” I accepted a handful of alien acorns and marveled quietly at how universal salt was on snacks. Well, for some species. I don’t think Waterwills or Strongarms were that into overly salty food in general. Probably for slug-like reasons. Eggskin the medic would know. I should ask him later.
Acorn peered over the other side of the ship. “Ohh, Riverbrook’s wearing his goofy helmet. I owe him some acoustics since he played that loud music while I was working.” She crouched, peering down at a crewmate who had just emerged. With care, she selected a nut from the bag. “Think you can thwack him from here?” The grin she threw over her shoulder was full of teeth.
I joined her at the edge. “I like my odds.”
The crewmate was one of those people made of crystals instead of flesh. I forget the species name. Very interesting to look at, and unlikely to be hurt by a high velocity acorn no matter where it hit. The helmet was golden, shiny, and probably a fashion statement of some kind.
“First we throw, then we hide.”
“Got it.”
“One, two, throw!”
Ping! Ping!
“Ow, what was — Acorn, is this yours?!”
We both giggled in childlike glee, just out of sight.
“No thanks, you can have it!” Acorn called back.
“I’m going to put this in your fruit drink next mealtime.”
“Good luck with that!”
I nodded. “Ah, a prank war. A noble pursuit.”
“See, you get it.” Acorn offered me more nuts.
I took them and made myself more comfortable. “I don’t suppose you know what a rattlesnake is?”
“Nope.”
“Then let me tell you about the time I got Trrili — the big scary Mesmer on my ship — with a classic prank from Earth.”
“Oh, do tell!”
I didn’t have to get back to my ship for a few minutes yet, which left plenty of time for more anecdotes and snacks on the good perch.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
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veveisveryuncool · 27 days
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MOVE OVER MAGOLOR DAY (TDOV EASTER) ITS TIME FOR MARX DAY (APRIL FOOLS)
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heartscrypt · 7 months
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Please tell me more about your jamil & ruggie bff agenda
I've been saying that they're besties for ages and no one I've talked to will listen it is deeply Frustrating
they are best friends to me. i have the yasmina silk jamil ssr and in his vignette he mentions ruggie for half a second when he talks about pickpockets. clearly this means that they are best friends (so incredibly delusional)
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see. hes vagueing....
i think they bond over being sneaky guys. i feel like ruggie is the same genre of person as jamils middle school friends from how they're described, so there's like. a basis for them getting along besides the whole "we're responsible for our housewardens" which is still really good. my thoughts on them are that they have lunch together whenever either of them are able to catch a break and they alternate between leona and kalims credit cards to cover the tab.
here's them plotting evil boy activities over lunch for your troubles
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if i could change canon id take the part in book 2 where ruggie injures jamil using laugh with me and make it part of a larger prank war where ruggie and jamil use their unique magics to fuck with each other. jamil snake whispers ruggie to put leonas colored laundry with his whites so they stain. ruggie laugh-with-mes jamil to throw off his dance moves. etc etc. so when ruggie makes jamil cut himself jamil is a little?? because they probably never go as far as physical harm. the cut isn't bad enough to drop out of spelldrive completely but jamil has heard of a series of incidents targeting spelldrive players that sound like laugh with me so hes like "ok. clearly ruggie is sending me a message about being in spelldrive this year. he was an asshole about it though like he couldve just asked face to face instead of injuring me so ill snitch to the prefect about his unique magic idc"
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daily-hanamura · 7 months
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#p4#persona 4#persona 4 golden#p4g#hanamura yosuke#yosuke hanamura#you know for all of yosuke's behaviour i think its very clear that he doesnt really see the girls in the IT as prospective dates or gfs#i think its just because this was such a “bro” moment that it was so funny#it also reminds me of that scene where chie complained about him calling her up to tell dirty jokes#it's funny to me because yosuke is simultaneously so conscious of gender roles and lines but also like... not at all#like hes only familiar with them in the abstract but also sometimes just... not at all?#in the magician manga his hometown friend group is mainly other typical teenage guys that also have that similar type of humour#they play pranks on each other they talk about girls and the smut they read - you know that bro type#and i think its the kind of friendship that yosuke is familiar with so he carries it over into this friend group as well#except of course it doesnt really go over as well because 1. the connections here are deeper and not superficial#2. this friend group is not made up of that type of bro dude#rise asks if this is something he really should be talking about in front of girls and i think it speaks to a lack of awareness on his part#the swimsuit incident aside i think yosuke for the most part just seems to forget that half his friends are girls#i think him signing them up for the pageant is precisely the kind of stupid prank that bro dudes play with each other#and of course it was extra funny when chie does exactly that to him#hes so stupid (i love him)#he's good with his queue
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months
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I've been stickered once again!
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i have so much to say about this but like. fuck social media for making certain types of "pranks" popular. just as a blanket statement? if the intent of a prank is to humiliate someone without their consent, there is a good chance what you're doing is actually just bullying.
and if you record that person, you are being twice the asshole in that situation. recording someone takes away their agency. do you really think someone you just humiliated on camera is going to have both the bravery and presence of mind to calmly ask you to please delete the video if it makes them uncomfortable? and do you think the people who pull these kinds of pranks would be like - oh sorry, sure, let me delete it, no problem.
"pulling a prank" is like. supposed to be funny for both sides. when you put people in unsafe situations and then laugh at them/judge them for their response.... like. that's not funny. that's abusive behavior. you are training them to accept their dehumanization. it's controlling and ugly. please fucking have any form of empathy.
if you don't actually care if they feel safe/comfortable, you're not being funny. you're being mean. labelling something "a joke" in hindsight does not undo the damage. it just gaslights the other person into thinking their reaction was invalid. you broke someone's trust and personal boundaries for clout. they deserve to be upset about it.
and as a side note? i will bet you 200 american dollars that most of these "pranksters" would immediately crumble into a huge overreaction if anyone even vaguely reciprocated and put them into that level of humiliation - because it was never about how "funny" pranks are. it was about control and manipulation. they like feeling powerful and they like making other people feel less powerful. which is ... bullying.
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miraclemioart · 5 days
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koco-coko · 4 months
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Charles: I hate that I killed all those people
Also Charles:
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convexheadcanons · 28 days
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Hello I am here with another headcanon dump and some more art! :P I made this lil thing a bit ago to demonstrate my headcanon about how Vexes use illusions to maintain a more mundane-seeming form. When they're stressed things like a blue eye glint, white hair strands, and more ashy skin start to peek through as control over the passive illusion slips. Often in times of intense magic use and combat they just drop it completely cause it's too much of a bother.
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The Convex generally prefer their more human appearences out of familiarity but drop it when they want to be intimidating, are exhausted, or having a more quiet intimate moment and feel comfortable showing that form with whoever they're around. (Btw the glowing scar on the chest is where his soul was ripped out. Cub has one too but it's hidden most of the time. :P)
Giggling kicking our legs
YOU GET IT HEHEH, IT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING, Vexes are magical creatures sure they have some limitations but they're literally MAGIC HELLO? THINK OF THE THINGS THEY COULD DO WITH THAT?
I absolutely adore both this post and the art holy moly, I see their magical stamina as a Stardew Valley kind of energy depletion ; they have a certain amount of magic, it takes time to regenerate the magic, like how blood is regenerated or skin cells - at the start it felt strange to both of them for their magic to regenerate ; like there was something there and moving inside of their very veins. But they got used to it, they also got used to the physical altercations that came with being vexes - sure they looked a bit different, Scar had larger wings than Cub, but Cub had a long tail with a sharp and curved ending - but they understood each other, they were there for each other the whole time, and it took them a long time but they found they could revert back to a more human form!
I see at the start they didn't understand the idea of having a magical barrier and they often overworked themselves to the point they couldn't hold the illusion anymore so they went to one another and waited until they were okay; until they looked like what they imagined to be 'normal'
It hurts a little to change between forms so quickly, it's just like having growing pains though - the body shifting to accompany the new physical showing of their real and true nature ; and only a few hermits actually have seen their true forms sure they know that they're vexes and they sold their soul - but only a certain few know how bad it is - Xisuma already knows being a voidwalker comes with a few perks - but he acted like he didnt know until they came forwards and had to tell him.
They are the worst people to have this kind of power, because they are both known for their over exertion in their builds so most of the time they collapse in their true forms and allow the other to take care of them (obviously with the chastising of self-care that they know that the other would never follow up)
[As for the soul being ripped out YES, I WAS RANTING TO WITHER ABOUT THIS - there are different ways to give a soul ; more ethical ways but vexes they enjoy violence, dominance so instead of being patient and coaxing out the soul in a peaceful and unpainful way, it was simply yanked out of the chest]
OUGH, I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM AND THIS AND THE ART I'M RUNNING AROUND MY ENCLOSURE AMD JUMPING
- 🫀
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pipileo · 5 months
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Hello there!!
I'm giving cookies to my mutuals-
So yeh- Have a cookie🍪 if ya don't mind-
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🎉🎉🎉I WILL HAPPILY TAKE A COOKIE DUDE TYSM!!!!🎉🎉🎉
12/11/23 edit: i hated the other drawing like an hour after i posted it so today i felt like redoing it with a less crappy style
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the reason im hiding it in an edit is because i dont wanna invade your inbox again
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