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kapoios exei valei TSITA sthn polykatoikia to i love you baaaaaaaaaby kai egw akouw sto laptopaki mou:
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imagine theres a motorcycle also
#hom3stuck#vriska#vriska serket#homestuck#my art#i hope this is for someone#and not just me#but if its for just me. that is aaaaaalright
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creature [pixel edition]
#inland empire disco elysium#inland empire de#disco Elysium#the skills disco Elysium#pixels#pixel art#i forgot abt this for a hot second .#it was half shaded so i. um#spent the next.... 5+ hours uhhj. finishing. it#aaaaaalright time to go get. an ice pack ! whoops ! -inland
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Aaaaaalright, it IS that time of year. All together now;
Merry "Almost Christmas" Ace Attorney fandom
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Cecilia
I'm finally getting organized! No more procrastinating. I've edited this story and reposted it to @spaced-out-human, where I'll be continuing with *gasp* a larger plot.
- Original story below the cut -
Sounds are powerful. That goes without saying- the most severe (?) sounds you'll find your average sentient species making are soft clicks/rumbles. Most languages developed through touch, or something like sign language. The species that can make noise don't have much control over their pitch. They don't need to. Others "hear" with specialized pads, designed to pick up the slightest vibration... (Don't ever touch them, you hear?) Anyway-
You know how the human voice can literally break glass? Yeah, so do the higher-ups in any organization that knows what they're doing. In the Rhusngi's Immigration fleet, crews are chosen through a complex AI system. Applications take Jovian aeons to process- But this ain't Rhusngi Immigration.
There's no one name for what we are. A bunch of idiots, taking random jobs here and there- wait, what? No, we're not- We just do deliveries! *unintelligible alien muttering* Sure, it can be dangerous, but we're not stupid. Our crews communicate, for Dsheng's sake.
I understand your concern- Ship 7 does have a more, er, potent blend of species... they balance each other out- The two humans? Hhhhhhharmless. *xe hisses, frustrated.*
｡.:*☆*: .｡:*.:*☆☆*
"Aaaaaalright, Bumblebees! Another day, another dollar! Everybody, up, up, up!"
Kit's voice crackled with enthusiasm and static. It reverberated through the black-and-yellow ship, signaling the start of another shift. Most of us had been on board for "decades"- that's what Faizan says, at least. We've gotten used to each other by now, what with all of us being so... different.
It's been a few months since we picked up Kit and, erm... There have been some difficulties, sure, but yeah. It's made us closer, if anything. -Besides, now it's even. Seventh ship, seven crew members! Faizan chimes in, startling the mantis-like being. She promptly donks him upside the head with one blade-like arm.
He chuckles, then looks her in the eye- or tries to. "We just got some new cargo. Needs scanning." He holds a small device up to his mouth and speaks into it, making a series of clicks. He presses a button, adding- "Kit, you too- be at the loading deck in 5."
☆☆
Pretty soon, most of the crew joined Needih (insectoid), Faizan (human), and the new cargo. Kit (also human) was late- as per usual. But eh, she's on time when it really matters...
The cargo wasn't particularly large today, nor moving- thank God. "...And it's our turn to scan it in, got it?" Faizan lectured the younger human as he carried a box across the room. The two got to work, moving packages from the hatch as the rest of the crew chattered away.
Kit laughed when he stopped talking-
"You know you're breaking my heart..."
Faizan stopped in his tracks, a smirk on his face.
"You're shaking my confidence, daily." He replied.
--Here's a link for y'all--
He didn't know what he expected- The song was old. Really old. And Kit had never even set foot on Earth...
Kit started tapping the side of the box and stomped to a rhythm Faizan hadn't heard in forever-
"...'Celia... you're breaking my heart..."
Faizan's eyes lit up. Of course Kit sang the higher part, and of course he knew the lower one.
"You're shaking my confidence daily!"
Needih was in awe. She felt her shell shake with the vibration- it was impossible to describe. Sometimes, on her home planet, wilder sounds would align- but that was incredibly rare. Almost mythical. The crew all "heard" in different ways. We're lucky 'cause they're similar enough to communicate...
"... I'm beggin' you please to come home!"
Jaws dropped. Scrounge and Sdaer put down their drinks, eyes wide. Scrounge let out a deep rumble and tilted his ursine head. Faizan rolled his eyes and kept singing- the crew had never seen him like this...
The two humans sang like nobody else was in the room. They felt a sense of belonging, of harmony, like nothing else in the universe.
For the first time in years, Faizan dropped the package. He and Kit tapped out a beat on every available surface- the walls, the floor, even the boxes. And they laughed. It scared the hell out of the rest of the crew, who were too stunned to do anything but stare.
Goodness knows how Kit was able to sense Faizan's movements before they happened- and vice versa. Sure, they both missed a beat here and there but what did you expect? They're only human.
"Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!" He exclaimed, conveniently skipping to the good part. Kit grinned.
☆☆
"God, I haven't sang in years..." Faizan paused and looked around the room. The crew was just. In shock.
"To, skh..." Sdaer struggled with the English. "To quote you, what the fUCK was THAT?"
"That was harmony." Kit said with a smile. And the humans just? Got back to work? Kit hummed softly, and Faizan smiled (without baring his teeth, to be polite- as if he and the newbie didn't just break goodness-knows-how-many-galaxies' regulations).
"How do you know Simon & Garfunkel, anyway?" the captain asked.
Kit looked down at the box they were holding. "...Does it matter?"
"No. No, it doesn't."
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Aaaaaalright. i’ll start with my boys megumi (aged up for anyone asking) cause i need to think long and hard for the love of my life levi. lmao, so for megumi we are both pretty chill and lowkey so like a bowling date would be so cute. he’s surprisingly good at it but i suck, he hates the pda i give him during public dates but he deals with it because it makes me happy. than we take a long drive and enjoy the beauty of tokyo :)
hehe hi bee!! this one was so fun to do and i hope you like it! idk why but i think megumi would look so attractive on a bike so uhhh here!!
Megumi Fushiguro is an enigma yet also extremely easy to read at the same time - to you at least. No one would have thought he'd be out there enough to have a motorcycle but lo and behold, here he is pulling up with an extra helmet in hand. He doesn't say anything, nor do you even ask. You feel safe with him. And as you wrap your arms around his waist and he revs the engine before taking off, you can't help but feel exhilerated at the same time. He takes you to the bowling alley he's noticed you talking about before. As it's the weekend, it's quite busy, but you were able to snag a lane without problem. As you cling onto him in between rounds, you already know how hard he's rolling his eyes but he let's you stay because he knows how much you like it - secretly he likes it too but if only there were less people around. It wasn't a contest to see who would win, he easily reached triple digits while you couldn't get past 60. You didn't care about that. You had fun, that was all that mattered. After that, you both find yourself back on the bike as he speeds down the highway towards Tokyo proper. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you watch red tail lights zoom past, relishing this feeling of being so close to him. He ends up slowing down and pulling into a 7-11 somewhere in the quiet part of the city. A moment later, you're both on the curb enjoying riceballs and flavored soda as you chat about anything and everything. Megumi might be quiet and aloof, but to you he was the loudest and most observant person you knew.
#asked#answered#ask games#moodboard#megumi#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk
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Aaaaaalright I've heard enough... GUARDS! take his ass to the planet of the bass 😒😒🙄
#Dj crazy times#ms biljana electronica#wow anna said something#anna's shitposts#Idk how no one's done this#women are my favorite guy#Planet of the bass#Shitpost
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Cecilia
Sounds are powerful. Most sentient species, however, have a limited vocal range. Your average being makes soft clicks or low rumbles at best. Their languages took millennia to develop- and the latter half was often purposeful. After all, why wouldn't anyone want to edit their genome if it makes life easier?
The species that can make noise don't have much control over their pitch. They don't need to. Others "hear" with specialized pads, designed to pick up the slightest vibration... (Don't ever touch them, you hear?) Anyway-
You know how the human voice can literally break glass? Yeah, so do the higher-ups in any organization that knows what they're doing. In the Rhusngi's Immigration fleet, crews are chosen through a complex AI system. Applications take Jovian aeons to process- But this ain't Rhusngi Immigration.
There's no one name for what we are. A bunch of idiots, taking random jobs here and there- wait, what? No, we're not- We just do deliveries! *unintelligible alien muttering* Sure, it can be dangerous, but we're not stupid. Our crews communicate, for Dsheng's sake.
I understand your concern- Ship 7 does have a more, er, potent blend of species... they balance each other out- The two humans? Hhhhhhharmless. *xe hisses, frustrated.*
｡.:*☆*: .｡:*.:*☆☆*
"Aaaaaalright, Bumblebees! Another day, another dollar! Everybody, up, up, up!"
Kit's voice crackled with enthusiasm and static. It reverberated through the black-and-yellow ship, signaling the start of another shift. Satisfied, she hung up the mic and turned to complete her video log.
"Today marks Gregorian-month three of employment. Most of the crew have been here for years- that's what Faizan says, at least. I bet he knows the exact date and time everyone joined. Hell, he probably has a spreadsheet with everyone's information in like six different languages... Getting used to him has been rough, not to mention living with other species-"
"There have been some difficulties, sure, but yeah. It's made us closer, I think. -Besides, now it's even. Seventh ship, seven crew members!" Faizan chimes in, startling the teenager.
"OH hey Faizan-" They pause their recording. "-how long have you been here? Don't you have to be securing deliveries or something?"
He chuckles. "Already did. Two dozen boxes of cargo, and all of them need scanning." He holds a small device up to his mouth and speaks into it, making a series of clicks. A rather versatile language, quite like morse code. For Kit, he spoke in English. "That means you too- be at the loading deck in 5."
☆☆
A mantis-like insectoid paced across the cargo hold, complaining in her native language.
"Eh, they're on time when it really matters." Faizan answered. "Give 'em a break, Needih."
It wasn't until after the rest of the crew gathered that Kit burst through the door. They braced for a lecture, but it never came. "Kit, you and I are unloading today. Needih has the scanner." The two got to work, moving packages from the hatch as the rest of the crew chattered away. Their cargo wasn't particularly large today, nor moving- thank God.
"Kit, you need to..." Faizan started hesitantly.
"...I don't know what could possibly happen for you to start managing your time better. More chores, perhaps?"
Kit frowned when he stopped talking-
"You know you're breaking my heart..." They turned the sentence into a melody.
Faizan stopped in his tracks, a smirk on his face.
"You're shaking my confidence, daily." He replied.
--Here's a link for y'all--
He didn't know what he expected- The song was old. Really old. And Kit had never even set foot on Earth...
Kit started tapping the side of the box and stomped to a rhythm Faizan hadn't heard in forever-
"...'Celia... you're breaking my heart..."
Faizan's eyes lit up. Of course Kit sang the higher part, and of course he knew the lower one.
"You're shaking my confidence daily!"
Needih was in awe. She felt her shell shake with the vibration- it was impossible to describe. Sometimes, on her home planet, wilder sounds would align- but that was incredibly rare. Almost mythical. The crew all "heard" in different ways. We're lucky 'cause they're similar enough to communicate...
"...I'm down on my knees, I'm beggin' you please to come home!"
Jaws dropped. Scrounge and Sdaer put down their drinks, eyes wide. Scrounge let out a deep rumble and tilted his ursine head. Faizan rolled his eyes and kept singing- the crew had never seen him like this...
The two humans sang like nobody else was in the room. They felt a sense of belonging, of harmony, like nothing else in the universe.
For the first time in years, Faizan dropped the package. He and Kit tapped out a beat on every available surface- the walls, the floor, even the boxes. And they laughed. It scared the hell out of the rest of the crew, who were too stunned to do anything but stare.
Goodness knows how Kit was able to sense Faizan's movements before they happened- and vice versa. Sure, they both missed a beat here and there but what did you expect? They're only human.
"Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!" He exclaimed, conveniently skipping to the good part. Kit grinned.
☆☆
"God, I haven't sang in years..." Faizan paused and looked around the room. The crew was just. In shock.
"To, skh..." Sdaer struggled with the English. "To quote you, what the fUCK was THAT?"
"That was harmony." Kit said with a smile. And the humans just? Got back to work? Kit hummed softly, and Faizan smiled (without baring his teeth, to be polite- as if he and the newbie didn't just break goodness-knows-how-many-galaxies' regulations).
#humans are space oddities#short story#short fiction#this is a repost#i edited the story so it makes more sense#humans are weird#aliens#science fiction
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Aaaaaalright, why finish a game when I can start a new one, so I made the character I created recently lol
#baldur's gate 3#she is a bard#dnd oc#dnd#baldurs gate tav#bg3#modders pls create a make-up like that#I would be so happy
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aaaaaalright campers today's challenge is to survive mcr la5 [IMPOSSIBLE]
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Aaaaaalright everyone!!
The time has come for the first round to begin!!
reminder: the brackets are
Round 1 bracket 1: Yuuto (@phantomknights) vs catgirl (@yay-im-a-catgirl)
Round 1 bracket 2: Yuuri/Shingo (@endingboyhansel) vs Jack (@kaibaspuppy)
Round 1 bracket 3: Scholar (@scholartism) vs Serenity (@c0tt0n-c4ndy-sw1rlz)
Round 1 bracket 4: Reilan (@akaba-reiji-skrunkly) vs Mech (@chazz-is-a-zelda-fan)
Round 1 bracket 5: Ari (aka mother) (@waitingforthesunrise) vs Grave (@autimew)
Round 1 bracket 6: Cuphead (@cupheadlover101) vs Rin (@rin-ch4n) vs Pink (@pinkprimrose05)!!!
good luck everyone!
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"Aaaaaalright everyone! You've all waited long enough! Though I do have to thank you for your wonderful patience!"
The familiar voice echoes through the Ultra Space arena, as the Blachephalon walks into view once more, just like before.
"Its time for our first ever tournament! Incredibly exciting I know! But before we can let just anyone enter, you must all be prepared with the rules for this one!"
"To put it simply, our rules for the debut tournament are as follows!"
"1. Submit your team of six Pokemon to our Pheromosas, and if you happen to have any crazy powerful Pokemon such as those legendary ones, or if you rudely caught one of us 'Ultra Beasts', they aren't allowed to participate! Your team that you submit will be the one you use for their entire tournament as well! Be careful~!
2. I don't want to see you copying those 'Smogon Singles' trainers you see all over, after all, seeing the same six Pokemon on every team that have the same exact strategy would be so tragically boring! We thrive on uniqueness in this world, I mean, just look at me!
3. That special gimmick that you have in Paldea, Terrastilization, will be used for this tournament! Do not worry, we will supply you with the 'Tera Orbs' needed for this as well! Please make sure your Pokemons Tera Type matches one of their types, but if you're a type specialist, you can make the tera type your specialized type if you have a Pokemon that doesn't match your type specialty!
This also means that Mega Evolution, Z-Moves, and Dynamax/Gigantamax are banned!
4. And last but not least! Please just have fun, I know 'Ultra Space' can be sooooo disorienting, but don't get upset if you lose! We don't want any sore losers!"
"Now then! If everyone understands, please make your way to the nearest Pheromosa to submit your team!"
Speaking of, there's one right near you!
It hands over a form which requests the information required for the tournament!
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Aaaaaalright since the project isn't moving as fast as I'd like it to. Have a random post
I thought about a funny little game! So stay tuned!
The game is played like this:
Someone posts a character quote in the comments and the others get to guess the character!
Ofc don't forget to mention the person who posted the comment to see if your guess is correct!
Is there a prize? Nope! But it's for fun and to keep community lively! So uh
Have fun in the comments!
#beyblade#steven universe#pokemon#valorant#star wars#star trek#tv series#hazbin hotel#fandom#yugioh#sailor moon#community#im sure alot of you will meet new people#have fun!#apex legends
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Aaaaaalright i’m back (for all of today) and amazingly, i’m on US time! So, 👋🏼 And i’m about to make a marble hornets post, which i may as well just have here. So, Marble hornet’s AU idea!;
what if Alex actually succeeded in killing Tim, Brian and Jay? The problem was ‘gone’, and he had won. Alex is back. Alex is, well, Alex again. The kid that just wanted to make a film with some friends is back. And he doesn’t remember what he did. He calls numbers that are out of service or have voicemails spoken by parents or friends, explaining the fact that the owner of the number is gone. He finds tapes, digs himself a hole he can’t get out of. Eight hour of film, watching his own every move, Watching himself slowly go insane. His friends fall at his hands like flies to a flyswatter. What would happen? (Rb with whatever you think or wanna add!)
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byler headcannon #i_lost_the_count:
when mike is being oblivious to something Will is the type to just stare into his soul but with the most unamused face and Mike is the type to stare back but like looking around in COMPLETE SILENCE
and at the end Will just curl his lips downward with a single nod like hes saying "aaaaaalright youre dumb"
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