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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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Good Morning, World.
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alpacacare-archive · 5 months
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its DESTINY
#repostober#day 18 actually on time! wow#undertale#papyrus#danganronpa#dr1#kiyotaka ishimaru#yes. mashing favorite things together again#but it was meant to be#so many similarities between these two goofs#loud eccentric passionate autistic supportive of their friends always wearing the same outfit EASILY the best character in their franchise#HARDWORKING TO THE POINT OF WORKAHOLISM!!!!!!! UPLIFTING OTHERS WITHOUT ERASING OR DIMINISHING THEIR OWN GREATNESS!!!!!!#always eats the same thing (taka - rice balls toast and a banana- papyrus - DINOSAUR EGG OATMEAL NOT SPAGHETTI sorry its a pet peeve)#kindhearted and so aggressive about it genuinely believe that anyone can improve themselves and theyre both so silly and quirky all the tim#literally the only differences that i can think of are that taka would throw himself overboard if someone authoritative told him to#before they could even finish their sentence while papyrus is an anarchist arsonist who cusses and his intended jokes are actually funny#' * SIGH * ... WHAT A TROUBLED YOUNG HUMAN ... 'FUCK' ISN'T EVEN IN HIS RARE VOCABULARY ! HOW DOES HE FUNCTION UNDER THESE CONDITIONS ??#he would take taka under his wing and get him back on the straight and narrow (give him weed)#and i feel like after the three day long yell over how a skeleton is walking and talking as if that were normal he'd really look up to him#fav things about this are the way takas shirt hangs off of papyrus' rib cage cus theres nothing there but a spine#that was so fun to draw sdfhg#taka cosplaying papyrus is my gift to humanity today
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oceanwithouthermoon · 2 months
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THE FACT THAT THE ONLY INSULT SHE COULD THINK OF FOR HIM WAS THAT HES QUIET AND GLOOMY, AND SHE HAD TO LIE ABOUT THE REST OF IT..
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puyoupuyou · 10 days
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yesterday i saw a fanart of totk link full of scars and it changed my brain chemistry. here’s my headcanon contribution 🧎
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dlsintegration · 6 months
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POV: you go through the Dubai Staff GC after confiscating rashid's phone :(
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vulturevanity · 1 year
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Thinking about ScarVi's overarching theme being The Truth Shall Set You Free. I am so normal about this
#spoilers in tags#pokémon#pokemon sv#Arven initially being closed off and not trusting you because he was neglected by his parent and learned to only rely on himself#realizing very early on that being honest is the best chance he has at healing his Mabostiff#but still not opening up about his bigger issues until it was absolutely necessary which pushes the story forward into endgame#Penny hiding herself behind Cassiopeia to protect herself from bullying#getting an entire group of outcast kids into a team to scare their bullies off#only for the plan to backfire splendously when they're mistaken for the bullies#and Clavell in a rare display of clarity ffrom an adult in a position of authority#rather than simply punishing them for it opted to team up with us to understand what was really going on#and that made him much more lenient in punishing them (because they did still cause trouble!)#the truth of Turo/Sada spiraling into their work and refusing to see the damage it was doing to EVERYTHING including themselves#to the point that they DIED#and the AI they built explicitly for the purpose of continuing their work ran the calculations and realized said work was Bad#and that truth made it go against its own programming which is what kickstarts the main story to begin with#and may I contrast all that with NEMONA whose sheer energy and eagerness is 1000% GENUINE#I've seen so many people say they thought she was going to eventually be angry for losing to us all the time#but the whole point of her character is that she's free to do whatever the fuck she wants and she's pretty happy with her life#she has no reason to fake happiness. she's just like that. she is free from the beginning and she's always be free and that's the point#in a story where no one else is!!! everyone else is bound by some complication or another that holds them back from being honest#i changed my mind i'm insane about this. no longer normal#pokemon sv spoilers#babbles
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wonderfull-star · 5 months
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PFFF- these three look hilarious-
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shitpostingkats · 5 months
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Things in the first few eps of s3 that have added years to my life
Theodore having a lot of conflicted feeling about working with Ryoken
Theodore basically sitting around for all the hacking scenes because he's the only one in this family who can't code bless him
THEO AND FLAMES' CONVERSATION BY THE BEACH
Kolter finally microchipping Yusaku like an endangered wolf before releasing him back into the wild (the internet)
The return of Frog and Pigeon but this time they have a ROCKET POWERED JETPACK
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kkst0904 · 1 year
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episode 11 is where it all began
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I drew some delicious glowy Tron guys because I love that movie so much. The original one has such good designs but most people have only seen the new one. Got kinda obsessed and made little backstories for each of these guys.
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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 months
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Ngl Horrid Henry is becoming that show I honestly forget about but then seeing something on it online makes me remember its existence...and also in todays case, how much I hated his parents, cause oh my god, the clip I just saw...
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bisexualshadowheart · 6 months
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i had all this lore in my head about ryn and how he grew up, that he definitely had a best friend who was also a seldarine drow but a sorcerer. so that's how zilvyra came to be 😊 a storm sorcerer who keeps her barbarian dummy bestie in check
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god help me i'm going insane about dickson xenoblade again
#this is what i get for thinking about lord of the rings too hard this week (specifically denethor / gríma / saruman and the like)#thinking about the way anthony may delivered “when will you learn you HAVE no future?”#he thinks shulk is fully DEAD at that point. he thinks HE killed him. which he very much meant to. but now that the kid is no longer there#now that the terrible future he's been preparing for and actively working to bring about has in fact come about#i don't know that dickson really cared anymore. he played his part he did the deed expected and he did it unquestioningly. So What Now?#well. now nothing. now the world that he spent so long biding his time in; so long getting enmeshed in (even for nefarious purposes)#is about to end; is about to be gone forever.#sure zanza will probably just create another world and maybe he (dickson) will have Even More Power in the new one#(though that's not a given! he doesn't know for SURE his lord and god will keep his promise!)#but like. what the hell does he care at this point#dickson SAYS he wants power but i suspect that long long ago what the giant dickson really wanted was SURVIVAL.#we never get to know just how he became a disciple or what the giant civilization looked like in its heyday or how it ended#but in MY headcanon dickson saw that some kind of destruction coming and he wanted Out#and maybe he hated his peers and figured any power and prestige that came from this bargain was just a bonus#i think he thought of himself as a saruman type: powerful; remote; far above the petty troubles of mortals (even the long-lived high entia)#but i have always headcanoned that by his later days (i.e. when he started engaging w/colony 9; machina village; etc. in earnest)#he committed too hard to the bit and started “going native” as it were; started to give a shit in ways that he would never dare admit#maybe not as much of a shit as; you know; a regular guy would. but more than an immortal disciple and horseman of the apocalypse should.#and all the time knowing that all the world he'd seen would soon be gone#maybe everyone else can get fucked. but shulk had to die too. and that's what their god MADE them to do.#he can't allow himself to care or to hope for another option bc in his mind it's already over; decided; that's it#what else can you do in the face of ultimate power but bow to it and take whatever scraps may fall to an obedient servant?#“you have no future” nor does he except that shulk came back. except that the peoples of bionis/mechonis just wouldn't accept Fate.#and in some final rebellious corner of his mind he starts putting eggs in shulk's basket. “if they can't even defeat telethia they won't#stand a chance against me (or zanza)” so let's see if they CAN. oh they did? how about a dragon? oh fuck they defeated the dragon too?#well fuck. maybe there WAS another option all along. but will/can they stand against me; the final disciple? oh they can??#guess i'll die then bc i'm not looking THAT in the face. i am NOT unpacking my cowardice/failure/lack of vision after all these years.#good luck with that tho <3 you're welcome for the training btw. where i'm going i don't have to see your trauma assuming you live that long.#dickson#xenoblade
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kennys-parka-jacket · 7 months
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I am once again thinking about The Poor Kid
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Neteyam deserved so much better
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rotten-downer · 8 months
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Troublemaker
The tools necessary in order to make an Electro-Lock Shocker: Some mechanical bits, a little bit of metal, some duct tape, and…a Constable’s Keycard. It would be a useful tool to keep around, never know when you might need it, the shopkeeper had told Billy. Most of these items, Billy already had laying around his room above one of the shops he always helped out at. But that last item, the keycard. That would be the tricky bit, because there was only one place to get them, and that was from the Constables themselves. It’s not like Billy was scared of the task; he’s done plenty of risky things, such as sneaking into restricted areas or breaking into houses to find some specific item. He could have always turned down the request, said that he wouldn’t be able to accomplish the task. But that would be a lie. Billy knew he was more than capable of obtaining the necessary parts for the Lock Shocker. And besides, the shopkeeper said that he had some old medals from someone from the war, someone who had gone on holiday, and there was no way Billy could turn that down. He needed to expand his collection more. He would just have to be careful, and he was good at being careful.
Oh well, there was no use in delaying it further.
Billy stands in an alleyway, tapping his foot against the ground impatiently, his eyes watching the Wellies walk by, going about their days as normal, and then he sees a possible target. A blue Bobby, who seems to be a bit easily distracted. The Constable’s posture is a bit more lax than other Bobbies, yet the man still stands about a foot taller than Billy. The officer tips his helmet to the civilians he walks past, and eventually passes by the alleyway that Billy stands in. Billy closes his eyes, counting to five in his head before he steps out of the alley and scans for his target. His eyes land on the tall figure up ahead. It was simple enough; follow until they were somewhere where there weren’t as many eyes, then swipe the keycard from his pocket. Billy had done it a dozen, maybe a hundred times before.
Billy chose to wait until the late evening to try and accomplish his task. He knew that the Wellies would soon be clearing the streets as they settled down for the night, leaving the streets more and more open as the minutes tick by. Within ten minutes, the street seems sparse enough for Billy to make his move, and he quietly closes the distance between himself and the Bobby ahead of him.
Billy keeps his eyes on the tall figure, allowing himself to smirk as his hand reaches for the bobby’s pocket. He had no idea Billy was even there. Just a little further…Billy’s fingertips graze the edge of the taller man’s pocket, and Billy takes in a breath.
He continues to hold his breath more, his whole body going rigid as he feels a strong hand clasp down onto his shoulder. Terror radiates through Billy, his hand, still outstretched, trembling lightly, his heart leaping into his throat at the low, gruff voice from behind him.
“And what exactly do you think you’re doing, sir?”
Although the tone is cheery, there is a threatening edge to it that makes Billy shiver. Never before has he gotten caught, let alone by a Bobby. Cursing himself under his breath, Billy turns towards the figure holding him in place, heart plummeting to his feet as he’s met by a figure dressed in red. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was somehow even worse.
The red-uniformed Bobby gives Billy a threatening grin, his hand still tight on his shoulder, preventing Billy from fleeing. The blue Bobby has finally noticed the commotion and he turns as well, letting out a low, taunting laugh.
“Well, well, well. What have we here, Sergeant?” Now, the blue Bobby has a hand on Billy’s other shoulder, and the young male could feel his knees wobble in fear. Their grip was so tight that his collarbones were bruising under their gloved fingertips, and Billy knew there was no way he could pull from both of their grips.
“I think this little rat was trying to pick your pocket, Constable.” The red Bobby confirms, his dark eyes looking over Billy. “Isn’t that so, rat?”
Billy looks up at the authority figure, his lips parting, but no sound is able to leave him. He looks down to his feet, shamefully afraid.
“Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?” The blue one taunts, and the red one laughs in agreement. Their taunts only made Billy more afraid. He knew how sadistic some of the Bobbies could be. And no one would care if a rat went missing.
The two both seem to take a step closer to Billy, making the young male feel claustrophobic as their towering bodies trap him. His heart begins to race with panic, and he looks up at the one in front of him.
“Awe, little rat looks scared! Seems he’s regrettin’ his choices now, eh?”
Billy quickly thinks, his eyes shifting down towards his feet. If he didn’t do something now, there was no telling what could happen to him. But none of the possibilities would be pleasant, he was sure of that. Without much more thought, Billy slams his heel down against the blue Bobby’s foot, making him let out a yelp of pain, and he roughly shoves the red Bobby, then makes a break for it. He knew this town better than anyone, he knew all the little places his smaller body could slip into. It was just a matter of getting to one of those escapes.
He runs as fast as he can for the nearest alleyway, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, when he feels as if he were hit by a speeding train, and his body slams against a brick wall, his shoulder slamming painfully into the hard surface. Before he can even respond, he feels a hand tangle in his orange hair, and his vision erupts into stars as his head is slammed against the wall and he nearly feels his legs give out underneath him from the force. He has to blink his eyes a few times to focus them, and Billy shifts his eyes upwards to meet the angry face of the red Bobby.
“Thought you could scamper away, did ya?!”
Another slam of his head against the wall, and all the sounds around Billy sound muted, his eyes fluttering, fighting to stay open. He was sure he felt a hot warmth dripping down the side of his temple and to his jaw.
This was it. He was going to be killed in the street because he slipped up, was careless, and got caught. He was going to die right here.
As the Bobby prepares for a third slam, a loud voice bellows out, making Billy’s attacker freeze.
“What is going on here, Sergeant?”
The red Bobby stammers and releases Billy, and without the support of the hand in his hair or the body pinning him against the wall, Billy slumps to the ground, his vision and hearing gradually returning to normal. He looks up with a pained groan, seeing yet another Red Bobby approaching the trio, his dark eyes looking between the two Bobbies and the pickpocket.
The newcomer’s eyes settle on the other Bobby in red. “Care explaining what is happening?”
The Bobby, who had just moments ago been ready to bash Billy’s head in, stammers, standing up straight and he gives the newcomer a solute. “Sergeant Hunt! Uhm, well, you see…I, uh…”
Sergeant Hunt snaps, “Speak, Sergeant.”
He nods, swallowing hard and continuing. “I caught this young man trying to pickpocket…from the Constable over there…and he tried to make a run for it.”
Hunt slowly nods, taking in the information before looking down at Billy. “Is that true? Were you trying to steal from the Constable?”
Billy meets his eyes, then looks down into his lap with a shameful nod. Hunt exhales and looks back to the other Bobbies. “Well, I’d say he has learned his lesson, and I’m sure he won’t do anything of the sort again. Isn’t that right, young man?”
Billy looks up with a flash of disbelief, but he nods. He wasn’t going to take this chance of getting away for granted. Hunt gives a light shrug of his shoulders. “Well, as far as I see it, he should be free to go, then.”
All three of the others seem to share similar looks of confused disbelief, but Billy pushes himself up to his feet, stumbling lightly before looking to Hunt. He gives a nod of thanks, swallowing hard. He wasn’t going to push his luck, and with one last glance towards the Constable who had saved him, Billy breaks into a brisk jog, leaving the area and ducking into an alley so he could take a shortcut back to his place.
He may have been unsuccessful in his task, but he was lucky enough to still be walking. If that Sergeant Hunt hadn’t come to his aid, there was no telling what could have happened to him.
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