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#talks#just finished disco elysium#I fuckin loved it#damn Kim go easy on me PLEASE#but I also did not fuck Kim 🥲#I was too busy grinding#Kim pls pls I will court u I’m so sorry I’m too cop brain to pay attention#I will love you right pls#I thought I get to fill in all of my slots#honestly wouldn’t mind replaying again#I NEED to dance with Kim#I was too busy helping the kids#Kim ur my bff i love u#I think I killed him during the shootings#and I was about to be paired by fuckin cuno#FUCK THAT#CUNO DOESNT FUCKIN CARE#I WANT KIM#the way I ignore relationships to grind to the fullest will always be my downfall#Kim kitsuragi pls I’ll do better#spoilers#if u care#now I know what to do and now I’m ready to do it all over again#now excuse me while I try to find a vid analysis on these 2
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im so sorry u all have to deal with my hyperfixating shenanigans but when my brain says draw something i gotta do it
ash n i were yelling about this a couple days ago and it will NOT LEAVE MY HONKING BRAIN HELP ME
here’s to hoping tumblr doesnt butcher the quality
also the nart art spam is not stopping anytime soon so pls block the tags if ur annoyed as i expect many to be
#im tired#im also pretty honking busy so this is what i do in my free time#im so honking sorry my brain is just stupid#i literally have a list of nart tiggle stuff i wanna draw#ask ash im not kidding#this is just how my brain works its gotta have something to think about#anyway#tickle art#naruto tickling#lee!naruto#lee!sasuke#lee!rock lee#lee!tenten#im too lazy to tag the rest#ash help me im scared
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Imagine post post canon Denzel and Marlene as working for Cloud with the delivery business (taking calls/accepting packages/etc) as one does when your parents/guardians own a business and someone deciding they were going to take out their frustration on the fact they forgot to get their package sent earlier and it would no longer arrive on time on these two kids behind the counter. Imagine them nodding along as the person yells and raves at them as the sound of a motorcycle gets louder. Imagine the person demanding to speak to who’s in charge and Denzel nods over their shoulder like “Yeah he’s right there” imagine them turning to see THE MAN THAT SAVED THE WORLD TWICE leaning against the door frame with a fuck off huge sword on his back and anger in his glowing blue eyes because they were yelling at his kids.
#the elf talks#ff7#I would say that it’s fair to say he has partial custody of Marlene#he Tifa and Barret are all coparenting these kids#Cloud going full mother chocobo whenever anyone slightly raises their voice at either of them#liek Marlene helps with the bar she definitely helps with the delivery business too
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Can we. Can we talk about this too. Like we can't just look over this
#fire emblem#feh#like this is what i meant about how i feel like there's a heavy absence. going on here.#like.... how even if you're close to your older siblings. esp considering age gaps. you often feel left behind by default.#inevitably your older sibling is going to hit formative/developmental milestones before you.#that's just how it works no matter how close you are. and that's not even factoring in alfonse 'being too busy'#esp likely being forced on him growing up. like in my mind's eye he has always been a tiny adult as a kid and. that's not a good thing#i often imagine them side by side almost inseparable. but. i think. there must be an absence that couldn't be helped.#and maybe sharena never really had the tools to deal with it.#idk idk#sharena#rosado
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Glorfindel the Child Lord
[for Glorfindel Week, hosted by @glorfindelweek, Day 2, a companion piece to Glorfindel the Child Balrog Slayer]
“My King?” Glorfindel said. “You sent a message?”
Turgon’s office was small and intimate. The council room and other official and ceremonial rooms in the spiraling tower were large and opulent as only the Noldor could be, but he liked his private room small and tastefully decorated with a handful of meaningful items. There was something about conversing in these rooms as opposed to anywhere else that made Glorfindel feel completely seen and understood, even if he was not always called here for the most pleasant of discussions.
Turgon looked up from his armchair by the window. He held a book in one hand and an elegant glass of some russet drink in the other. The gold woven into his hair flashed in the setting sun as he raised his head. “I see the message found you. I wondered how long it would take.”
“Yes,” Glorfindel agreed, conscious of the flecks of dirt on his clothes that threatened to fall onto the pristine rug. Maybe he should have taken the time to change first. “The courier should be commended: she let no great feat daunt her.”
Turgon smiled and gestured at the seat across from him as he set the leather-bound book on a side table. “Nor mountain cliffs, I suspect. Calatail more than earns her name. Please, sit.”
“I dare not, for my tunic is soiled. I am quite happy to speak on my feet.” He pointed at one of the various muddy marks to illustrate the risk he posed to furniture. He really should have changed, and maybe washed his hair, too. He doubted Turgon had expected him, the lord of one of his houses, to arrive several hours late and covered in dirt and detritus. He wasn’t doing a very good job at this lord business, was he?
“Laurefindelë, a little dirt will not harm the upholstery. Sit.” Turgon said it with a serious but teasing tone, mixing Sindarin with Quenya.
Glorfindel did so, settling himself on the edge of the seat and touching as little of the cushion as possible. Turgon definitely noticed but refrained from commenting further, which was a relief. He did not want to disobey his king, but also, he really should have made himself presentable. He wasn’t a child anymore.
“Now, Glorfindel,” Turgon said, relaxing back into his seat and into casual Quenya, using the Sindarin version of his guest’s name, which he knew the young lord preferred. “From all appearances, I will assume Calatail had to retrieve you from your House’s fields in the northern glen-”
Glorfindel kept his mouth shut. That was not true at all and he was fairly certain Turgon knew he hadn’t been anywhere near where he should have been. It wasn’t that he was trying to shirk his new duties, and he understood the weight of responsibility the title of Lord gave him—he grew up watching his parents bear that responsibility. Sometimes he just wanted to run off and leave it all behind. He couldn’t though, so he’d compromise by climbing as high up the precipice surrounding the secret city as he could. He knew he shouldn’t do it but he did.
“-and that our meeting slipped your mind while you were thus occupied.” Turgon’s voice was calm, his face untroubled, but he was without doubt giving gentle chastisement.
It would have been better, Glorfindel thought, if the king had reprimanded him with sharp words, or demanded an explanation for the tardiness. He would have if any of the other lords kept him waiting for so long. He had much to do and little time to wait for dawdlers.
Glorfindel cast his eyes down and clasped his dirty hands in his lap, attempting to look duly chastened, even if he didn't feel it. He knew he should do better, could treat his title with all the gravity it deserved (he'd seen his parents bear it with all the honor they could, even during the hardest parts of the March) but he knew he’d do this again, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry about it. He would try to not miss another meeting, at least.
“We’ll put that behind us,” Turgon said kindly. “I wanted to discuss your House’s contribution to the Festival of Trees.”
Glorfindel straightened in his seat. This was about his House; he needed to represent his people well. This was one thing he couldn’t fall short of. “Preparations are well underway. We have dual responsibilities with guarding the fourth gate, so I’ve broached the possibility of collaboration with the House of the Fountain for the tournaments.”
“Very good,” Turgon said with a nod. “As usual, Idril is organizing special events for the children.”
This was clearly the reason he wanted to meet with Glorfindel.
“In years passed, you’ve assisted her with that.”
“Yes,” Glorfindel agreed. Idril recruited him to shepherd the younger children—mostly products of the Long Peace before the construction of Gondolin—from activity to activity. He liked it. The formal festivities were nice, especially once he was old enough to appreciate the more solemn bits, but he always looked forward to gathering up the children to meet Idril.
Turgon smiled again but his lips were thin, like he was about to say something and did not fully like the taste of the words. “I’ve asked that she find someone else to help her this year and going forward. With your new responsibilities, I thought it best to relieve you of that burden so that you can focus on your House.”
Glofindel did not slump in the seat. He did not let his shoulders drop with disappointment because he was not disappointed. He really wasn’t. He knew this would come eventually; he wasn’t a child anymore, and he could name at least three elflings who’d happily take up the honor of working with Idril. Still, a pang of loss shot through his chest at the finality heralded by the king’s words.
He’d given up his childhood when Turgon placed the lordship on his shoulders.
(his memories of the ceremony tasted like smoke from the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and salt from the tears on his face, his parents’ absence a bleeding wound inside his chest)
“My deepest thanks,” he said past the lump in his throat. “I might have forgotten about the conflict until the celebration was upon us. I will write a letter for Idril to thank her for allowing me to work with her for so long, and suggesting new candidates to fill the role.”
“I’m sure she’ll track you down herself in the coming months.” Turgon’s expression was once again relaxed, the challenging part of the conversation over.
She would, wouldn’t she? He wondered how long he could avoid it without being rude. Idril was nothing if not determined (that was one of the things he admired about her when he was young).
There was another pause, but this time Glorfindel had nothing to contribute to the silence other than his own.
Turgon’s tone changed again when he opened his mouth, going from the king he had become in Beleriand to the family friend Glorfindel vaguely recalled from Valinor. “Lordship is a great weight I have asked you to shoulder. How are you doing, Laurë?”
“I am learning a great many things.” Glorfindel didn’t know how much more he could bring himself to say. “And as you’ve seen, schedule management is still a trial. My King,” he stood, “if our business is finished, might I beg leave to depart? I’ve just remembered I have a House meeting to preside over that starts in half an hour. I promised my steward I wouldn’t be late this time.”
Turgon looked taken aback at the sudden change in the conversation. He looked up at the young lord from his seat. “That was everything pressing. Please, go if you need.”
Relief filled the parts of Glorfindel’s body not already flooded with painful memories. He spun on his heel, no longer caring if his clothes shed debris on the rugs, and hurried from the office. He barely caught the king’s promise that they’d talk again soon.
He left the palace tower as quickly as he could, nearly tripping on the stairs in his haste to be out and away so he could find a quiet spot to recompose himself. The House meeting wasn’t as imminent as he’d said, but he didn’t have enough time to hide the evidence of tears from his steward if he started crying now.
(she’d been his parents' steward since Valinor, and she’d watched him grow up)
(he feared he was disappointing her with his struggles to fill his father’s shadow as Lord of the House of the Golden Flower)
He tucked himself away in the unused space behind a bakery. Sitting very still, he focused on the tantalizing smells coming from the open windows rather than the memories of the day the battered, fractured army came back from the Nirn.
#not connected to a prompt and probably a bit rush but i'm busy this week and doing my best#i just want to pat him on the head and give him a hug and say sorry for forcing him into adulthood a bit early#finally decided on the parents dying during the nirn instead of the march so that glorfindel could actually still be young#turgon's trying but he is very busy and glorfindel's always seemed very self sufficent#don't worry because ecthelion is doing a great job of taking him under his wing and helping him figure out this whole lord thing#and giving him a bit of a family too#glorfindel week#glorfindel#turgon#gondolin#kid glorfindel the balrog slayer au#the silmarillion#grimwing writes
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sometimes i feel like extending the kindness you can, when you can, is the only thing there is
#two days ago on the train home from work there was a woman next to me with three very young kids.#she was trying to keep them in the seats#exasperated and tired and yelling.#trying to make a phone call as the kids swung on the handrails and did cartwheels in the train car#i wasn't trying to listen to the call but caught that somebody had died in a station.#I tried to mind my business for a few minutes;#the kids bounced around as their mom tried to wrestle them down and took a swig from a bottle of vodka in their wagon.#when there was a break in her phone call i said “this is none of my business but if you want me to keep the kids busy I can try to help.”#and she said “you're not gonna be able to. they're being real bad. but you can try.”#so I took some post-its out of my backpack and folded them tiny paper cranes#(I tried showing them how to fold cranes but they were far too young for fine motor skills.)#I stuck post-its to the seats and gave them my pens so they could scribble and draw.#I told them I'd draw them anything they wanted if they sat in the seats while I drew.#I challenged them to a breath-holding contest.#When one started showing me that he could do cartwheels in the car aisle I asked him to come sit down and I could draw him doing a flip.#All in all I think they ended up more or less in the vicinity of the seats almost all of the time and having some kind of fun -#I almost missed my stop. I gathered my pens and pencils back from the kids and picked up the post-it confetti from the floor#and when I was putting my helmet on and grabbing my bike the kids waved goodbyeand the mom looked grateful#and told the kids to all say goodbyelike clearly they were in rough times#like clearly they were in rough times#money. health. holding on#there is so much I can't give#but I can give twenty-five minutes
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being evaluated for adhd by having one of those full psych evals that last like two hours. scared frightened etc.... last time i took it i lied extensively bc i was 13 and thought they might tell my mommy if i said i had suicidal thoughts. and i still have a habit of lying to therapists bc i'm embarrassed......... AGH idk. what if i take it and they tell me that the reason im Like This is bc im genuinely just weird and shitty and not bc im mentally ill at all. SCARED
#which is dumb bc i have been formally diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses i dont think they can just take it back right?????#this is so stupid and cliche but what if i have been faking it........ all along........ Argh.#when i was in res i was put on adderall (bc the house psych just kind of experimented w meds LMFAO) and i had to go off them after like#two weeks bc it was affecting my appetite in a way i couldnt afford at the time lmao. but i do genuinely feel like it helped during that#time.... which is why i want to go on it again!!!! but im scared theyll just be like nah and i wont be able to take any of my meds anymore#is that crazy. am i being crazy rn. idk i truly do think most of my experiences w school and like. life could be explained by adhd and#when i was a kid they thought i had it but the two meds they tried didnt work for me so they just. kind of gave up#and i was really extremely unable to do school and graduated hs w an insanely low gpa and then dropped out of community college. LMAO. not#that people w adhd cant be good in school i just couldnt make myself do homework and couldnt listen in class bc i was too busy focusing on#listening. if that makes sense#IDK. idk. i know it's become like. a trend to have adhd is the issue and everything is being attributed to having it so im worried that ive#like. accidentally fallen in w that? even though ive thought i had it for forever and everyone has been like girl do you have this. IDK!!!!#idk. idkkkk im just like. genuinely scared. it's not the end of the world if im not diagnosed obviously but that means that#im just like this for no reason at all. and there's no way of helping it bc it's just the way i am. and i actually am just shitty n lazy.#epic. which incidentally is the proper name for how fucking long these tags are my bad. if you read this far sorry for being insane 👍
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The thing about a tgaa phantom of the opera au is that...
Barok should be Christine. Barok being Christine means the phantom can be rumored to be the restless spirit of his late brother who use to own the opera house. That's why nobody is allowed to have those box seats during a performance (that klints favorite seat). And nobody other than barok is allowed to be the lead (to passify an angry spirit that can only hear his brother u_u).
And thats how u get Kazuma being "murdered" by the phantom when he's slated to be the new lead in an up coming show. And thats how you get Ryu traveling to Paris London to look into this mysterious ghost that killed his best friend and still haunting this singer 🤔
#10 bajilion thumbnail sketches for 10 bajilion aus......#not enough time#also i know why people usually make barok the phantom despite it being entirely against his character...#aesthetics#but heres the thing#i am immune to erics looks because hes a punk ass#and i still think he should have been in love with madam giry#wHO IN THE MOVIE THEY BOTH MET AS KIDS AND SHE HELPS HIM ESCAPE????#but also in general plays#like in the book he just drrsses up and goes out into public like nothing to run errands#but in the play i assume hes too busy setting up that sewer pad and madam is paid to buy him groceries#personally i think he puts on his normalsona and gave meg some singing lessons growing up#as payment for everything#and after the main events of PotO spends his days visiting her so he can be in agony#anyways#as u can see i am so normal
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part of our job as arm*nians is to remind amerikatsiner that it's okay to be critical abt tur/aze!! you wont be racist for criticizing their fascist policies and war crimes!! uwu it's okay!! ""brown"" countries can also be imperialists 💖 and it's okay to call them out on it uwu
#hope this helps!!!#people will be too busy squabbling over if armxnians are poc enough b/c ig we're that ethnically ambiguous#wheres that meme w the kid drowning in a pool and the skeleton at the bottom lmao#and some older diasporans have fallen into model minority mindsets which is STILL IRRELEVANT when we're talkING abt literal GENOCIDE LMFAO?#ARM isnt this big scary xian nation i know we all have religious trauma but it's not this cross-swinging boogeyman aze is telling you it is#this war isnt focused on religion#negative //#xangoeswah
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oh my god its the crimes therapy session today. legal disclaimer i am psychotic and everything described in this post is a #delusion i am not actually a war criminal
#... servant's song ♪#ive been thinking abt it more and like. im mainly like. guilty by association w/ regards to the war? i was too busy getting my shit rocked#and yknow. i did help the kids do some fuck shit so uh . Hm. ? how do i describe that to my poor therapist
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Ted Lasso hcs bc I have so many....
Ted is autistic. There are zero allistic explanations for anything he does.
He also has ADHD
He's bi (I mean obviously) and he's known for a while. He just says he's straight bc he thinks it's easier to say that than to explain bisexuality to straight people who just don't get it.
Trent had no idea he was bi and is shocked to find out Ted has dated men.
Has body image issues (I love making fictional characters have all my problems)
Gets diagnosed with autism later in life. Everything starts to make a lot more sense to him after his diagnosis.
He snores in his sleep and is a blanket hog. The snoring doesn't bother Trent bc he also snores.
Kinda canon but he hates being angry. Like if he is angry at someone he feels like the worst person alive.
Also somewhat canon but he's an alcoholic. He starts working on it in therapy.
Legally adopts Trent's daughter. Ted loves her so much it kind of scares him at first.
THIS!!!! i remember i talked about ted being autistic with a friend before and how he went undiagnosed for soo long because people just thought it was some sort of quirk of his like his jokes that only a white middle aged man from kansas gets
#its also this whole thing with henry also being autistic and got diagnosed earlier and ted seeing the diagnosis and being like.#/oh!/ and everything just clicking#<- queue that one post thats like hes wearing a suit to his autism appointment HELP#IM JUST NODDING AT ALL OF THESE BTW. no need to add anything im just reading and giggling and kicking my feet#pn.ask#PAPA LASSO THOUGHHHH 🥺🥺#like just with the fact he kept his anxieties and depression all bottled up and how he never got help from his past with his father i just#know this man would be too 'busy' to even stop and think about if hes autistic or not until his own kid started showing symptoms that hit#way too close to him methinks#I HOPE IM MAKING SENSE AND NOT STEPPING ON ANY TOES i am an undiagnosed beast so idk how anything works so im just Rotating it#<- definitely projecting a little bit
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i had a dream i had a beautiful loving friendship with gus fring to match the one where i was besties with mike. im so broken take me BACK!!!!!
#i could FIX him#alsooooo jesse was there i think he like. helped save gus at some point idk#i was like god damn best episode EVARRRR. heartbroken#i dont rlly remember the details i kinda slept like shit so im a bit scrambled#but ik we were fucking around w like.. game code? to make a pet shop?#so fucking random#we made a starfish and fucked up dog. there was a pool. a guy tried to kill gus. OH#he got shot and i had to stop him from bleeding out until the ambulance arrived#also he called. and cus they were super busy he was like ‘i can provide information aboyt felonies. also i have been shot in the chest’ LOL#wtf mike got shot in my dream abt him too. why thats so random#there was also a separate dream abt ummm. idk some sort of puzzle thing we had to do as a team…? saul was there. he set a fire as a scheme#but the fire ppl wouldnt come until he said there were ppl inside 😭#idk if i ever talked abt the mike dream here actually.#we were just friends…. besties… and he got SNIPED…….. and i tried to save him but he died#it was so sad the next day i was sad like all morning#feels similar now. miss u gus#^^^ EFFECTS OF ZERO FRIENDS#ummm anyway. more updates#i bought a meta quest like on impulse cus i saw they were cheaper now. the thing fucking sucks but vr is so awesome#ive been mostly playing beat saber cus my room is teeny tiny so i cant rlly safely turn#i started making my own map w a patricia taxxon song. SUPER fun i can see this becoming a new hobby#ive also been fucking around in vrchat a little. that shit is mindblowing#so immersive. its like unbelievable#ive only been playing that solo rn bc im shy and also testinb how well my laptop csn hsndle it LOL….#but its so awesome. i feel like a little kid#i had to get a better headstrap and face pad bc the stock pne is So bad. like i camt wear it for more thsn like 20 mins at a time#so maybe when that comes i will muster up the courage to go into public worlds#best world i have visted so far. udons bird sanctuary. i think irs called#U CAN FEED DUCKSSSSS. WAAAAGHHHH#one day i want to make my own avatar too. im feeling the inspiration
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eeuuaghh i would like everyone to know that i apologise if i have not responded to your reblogs/mentions/posts on tumblr, i have really terrible social anxiety and for some reason people talking to me makes my nervous system think i'm being hunted for sport by a resident evil boss. sorry if i havent responded i'm not being rude i'm just having a panic attack :P
additionally: social anxiety is actually the reason why a lot of my old posts from late 2022 had weird spacing and spelling mistakes. i was too anxious to type properly
#sorry this seems like a random thing to post but it has been bugging me for a little bit now and i want to post it#and by a little bit i mean the entire time i've been on this website#as for the reason i have social anxiety: i went to a really terrible high school full of dangerous people-#-who were literally like. the worst most bigoted people ever. not everyone there was bad of course but 90% of them were-#-and that stunted by social development by 5-6 years and now every time someone talks to me i feel like i'm about to get murdered#also primary school was. bad. the other kids could sniff out the autism in me and didn't like me for it#this post isn't directed towards anyone specifically but also it kinda is because there's a DM from someone-#-that i haven't responded to in literally 8 months and every time i think about it i get anxious#i'm sorry!!! i'm not trying to ignore you on purpose and i want to say something but my brain literally will not let me out of fear :(#i'm not used to getting talked to directly so every time i do my entire nervous system starts screaming and running in circles#it's kinda ridiculous because it's like. come on. why are you having a panic attack over a message on tumblr it's LITERALLY just words on-#-a screen what are you freaking out about. but also it's like hhhhh unfamiliar social situation scary. help.#unrelated to that but i am very worried about what people will think of me and like i know i really shouldn't worry about that-#-because i can't control what other people think of me and it really shouldn't be any of my or their business. but also-#-i have legitimate trauma that backs my fears up and every time someone is even slightly critical towards me my brain just goes-#-''see? it happened again i TOLD you it would happen again. idiot. you shouldn't have said anything''#and then i hide and cry and lay in bed thinking about how i'm going to die until i suddenly snap out of it and think-#-''wait hang on why should i care. i love being a weirdo on the internet why should i let my anxieties stop me''#and then it happens AGAIN and it's just a viscous cycle at that point#be silly on the internet -> detect slight criticism -> think everyone hates you again -> go back on your bullshit after 3 days of crying#and it makes sense because that exact same pattern happened to me countless times as a child.#be silly in school -> get made fun of for it -> get hated for it -> rinse and repeat until you think everyone is dangerous and they hate yo#if i could put it in a metaphor it would be like me being a little rabbit who thinks everyone is a scary wolf because of their big shadows-#-even though they're all also rabbits and i'm just paying attention to the scariest parts of them because i only know what wolves look like#trauma does fucked up things to your psyche lemmie tell you#social anxiety#anxiety disorder#i'm literally the ''too scared to order food'' stereotype except it's not a stereotype because it's real and every time i look at the 7/11-#-at my campus i go ''hm but what if they hate me for the food i buy there'' even though they're LITERALLY SELLING IT what is WRONG with me#anyway um. social anxiety sucks and i don't mean to not reply ro everyone who talks to me i am sorr y
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I wish I had a nice monster-related quote or something to put here, but instead I’ll just recommend “for the departed”, “villainous thing” and “godspeed” all by shayfer james, ‘cause they’re a vibe for this AND great songs
this piece is also one for cringetober 2023! (some info here!)
the prompt: day 31 - halloween! honestly though, this was just an excuse to finally do at least something for the idea that’s been living in my head for a looooooong time…
#my art#the last kingdom#tlk#tlk uhtred#tlk alfred#cringetober 2023#there’s another character for this au I wanna draw soooooo badly#‘cause The Vision (tm) would not be complete without them#time i just need some time to get to that#but look at these dramatic hoes#‘hey op what’s up with their outfits?? what time period is it???’ who cares#probably our time and they are just stupid#and by they I mean alfred ‘cause uhtred has a sensible t shirt and jacket on#no but literally this stupidity would be like the plot of hotel transylvania except no one at all is having a good time building a home for#all the wretched souls of creatures of the night; alfred’s too busy trying to sneak into churches without bursting into flames; he is#centuries into bemoaning the fact that god hates him now and what is even THE POINT in circumstances like that; meanwhile uhtred is just#gathering more and more critters around himself just because he’s uhtred and he has NOWHERE TO FUCKING PUT THEM??? he’s collecting the found#family and has like a dozen kids around his neck AND WOULDN’T IT BE NICE IF THEY ALL HAD A HOME HMMM??!!!?? maybe JUST MAYBE there’s a#depressed immortal somewhere who’s rich as hell and smart enough to build a safe place for those in need of it???!!? WITH HELP OBVIOUSLY#and I hope everyone appreciates the decision - no matter how ‘DUH of course’ it is - to make uhtred (saxon raised by danes yada-yada-yada) a#human turned werewolf (and raised by them to an extent; in my au anyway)#and alfred’s a vampire because of course he is and also I think someone should cast david dawson as one IMMEDIATELY#that’s such a missed opportunity he would be fantastic i think#anyway; i would happily babble about this with anyone who’d have me but tags are infinite so I’m stopping for now#*are not infinite#and just in case cause there is a detail in the work itself#cw: self harm#tw: self harm
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If you support the ongoing Human genocide in palestine, DRC and Sudan or you are a "nUWUtral cutie patootie oooooh i am so neutral I don't care 💅💅💅" type of person and STILL be a fan of one piece ...
Then I've got bad news for you
Your ass is reading too fast or you're too damn dumb to understand what the story is about. Either way get off the fandom and shut up forever
#If you don't like this post then boohoo I don't care#Human lives are precious no matter the color or gender or beliefs or religion#And that's what Oda is trying to show but some of y'all are very very dence and can't understand that#“B-But i enjoy it” yeah ok cool but you also automatically enjoy seeing people dead and seeing kids and civilians dying#I have been supporting the cause with my friends on my priv instagram and the amount of OP fans who are pro genocide like?????#Bitch get your shit together and go watch paint dry... Or don't; paint is too precious for your ass#“all lives matter” until it's about black people or native americans or Balkans or south asians or Inuit or Quechua or Homeless people or-#-Latin Americans or Arabs or Holocaust survivors or Central asians or chechens or Tatars or Rohingya or Uyghur-#I could go on forever! But y'all go “all lives matter” the moment a black person says “black lives matter” because let's be real for a sec.#You say “all lives matter” and you know DAMN well you don't give a single shit about those lives as long as they're not white#The hypocrisy is showing baby and it's on you if people hate your guts for it#Also... Support Palestinians by donating to Palestinian aid services; E-sims; Palestinian owned businesses and damilies ❤️#Same goes for the Congolese and Sudanese ppl. Send them aid; donate; help the artists and people who speak for their cause and speak up ☝️🙏#There are some very trusty organizations out there to help but I can't link them since I'm afraid some of them can turn out to be scammers#I'll try to find legit ones#As for anybody who wants to come and whine about me becoming “too political and whiny blah blah”-#You can eat shit for all i care 🤗🥰🤩#Unfollow if you disagree I don't give a damn#free congo#save congo#DRC#I STAND WITH CONGO#FREE PALESTINE#غزة العزة#غزة حرة#فلسطين حرة إن شاء الله#جمهورية الكونغو الديمقراطية#الكونغو#السودان#Sudan
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snap...whats a hobby you think daigo would have..*looks up from google docs* dont ask why...
i think bro LOVES to watch his fireplace
#snap chats#IM JOKING IM JOKING IMJOKINGLKJ#in truth idk... when does daigo ever get the chance to relax....#he might like the occasional trip to the arcade... maybe he /would/ like fireplace watching.. a moment of reprieve ☠️#cant go wrong with batting cages right... everyone likes baseball <- absolutely knows no one likes baseball#hm. you got me there anon.#mine on the other hand i can so easily see having hobbies- if thats surprising to anyone#what a real question huh..#oh god maybe hes like my sister and he just doesnt have any#cause now that i think of it my sister doesnt have hobbies either#MY DUMBASS WAS ABOUT TO ASK IF /I/ HAD ANY HOBBIES LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BLOG THEN NUMB NUTS#anyway. sorry anon i wasnt of any help at all#EYA WAIT I REMEMBER DAIGO HAS A POCKET CIRCUIT TROPHY#i think he's first or second place but he's a fan of pocket circuit- or he was as a kid#maybe he still enjoys it casually- he might still have an old car or two tucked away...#maybe daigo would like model building.. not BIG big models but just small ones that don't require too much painting#nothing with a lot of pieces or parts either- he's a busy guy he doesn't want unfinished stuff hanging around too long#i cant give you a definitive answer but i've surely got the ball rolling... i think...#i just know if you asked he'd awkwardly show you an old pocket circuit car he built with kiryu
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