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nicorobin · 8 months

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A full circle moment happened this week for me. I taught myself Photoshop to make gifs of anime on here 10 years ago. Then I got a job where daily I have to use Photoshop to make creatives and such. This week I had to make creatives for a quiz my company published that was a One Piece quiz because of the live action coming out. So I got to use my One Piece knowledge to make them but it hit me. I learned Photoshop to make anime stuff on here, and there I was making anime (specifically One Piece) stuff for my actual job. Full circle lol

#my post #also hi #i'm still around #and pop in now and again #just being an adult now lol #tho I do have 280+ hours and totk and almost have it 100%'d so maybe not full adult #alright just thought I'd share if anyone is still around #bye for now <3 #one piece

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thatlittlesentientfox · 3 months

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never forget james flint parallel parked a fucking warship

#im never not thinking about this #it just pops into my head freely every now and then #and once again I am Amazed #black sails #james flint #captain flint #black sails crack

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halorvic · 1 month

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Futurama S11E07

#sigh.#sars cov 2 #covid 19 #futurama #gotta love how they are once again downplaying the seriousness of the developing h5n1 situation too #definitely not concerning that many mammals in the wild are being infected by birds #and definitely not concerning that cows and chickens are being infected now #and about 3 detected cases in humans (so far)#it's nothing serious anyway - it's not like viruses can keep spreading and mutating if left to spread without appropriate mitigations!#that's never happened before! it's definitely not happening with anything else right now!#''ABC'' right????#so weird and ''random'' that cases of rsv flu tuberculosis mpox measles are popping up constantly everywhere these days right??#love this new normal!!!#ppl continue killing and disabling themselves and other ppl and FOR WHAT #FOR FUCKING WHAT

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arielluva · 10 months

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looking up to you

#my art #ace attorney #maya fey #pearl fey #mia fey #got the idea for this last night and now like a full day later here we are #ive been meaning to do more dramatic lighting stuff again so. it was nice to draw this #also my side profiles kind of popped off here... for once i did not struggle with them... peace and love...#2023

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royalarchivist · 7 months

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Foolish: You know what? Fit: it's the perfect alibi. "Just a janitor," going through... just to cleaning around everywhere... talk to a lot of people... and you're just bald and such, you know, no one would think twice that you- may be you'd up to something.

Fit: Foolish that's- that's literally the entire point, we've been over this.

Pac: You like the plumber's work, right? You like to get your hand in the plumber's and- do the stuffs, and plumb [makes a very loud popping sound] those pipes, right?

[Everyone loses it and starts laughing]

Pac: I'm sorry- I'm sor- I'm- [laughs] I did- I didn't mean-

Fit: WAS THE SOUND NECESSARY???

Foolish: No, the sound made it.

Pac: I didn't- I didn't hear myself- sorry, sorry, sorry. Oh my god, I'm so shy right now, I'm just gonna sit.

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Foolish: You know what? Fit: it's the perfect alibi. "Just a janitor," going through... just to cleaning around everywhere... talk to a lot of people... and you're just bald and such, you know, no one would think twice that you- may be you'd up to something.

Fit: Foolish that's- that's literally the entire point, we've been over this.

Foolish: Have we?

Fit: I said I'm- I'm trying to find out more about like, the Code Monsters!

Foolish: I thought you just wanted- liked being a janitor.

Fit: Well, I actually do kinda like it, I'll be honest with you, I like getting paid, but-

Foolish: Wait damnnit, Philza's doing it right.

Pac: You like the plumber's work, right?

Fit: Yeah.

Pac: You like to get your hand in the plumber's and- do the stuffs, and plumb [makes a very loud popping sound] those pipes, right?

[Everyone loses it and starts laughing]

Pac: I'm sorry- I'm sor- I'm- [laughs] I did- I didn't mean-

Fit: WAS THE SOUND NECESSARY???

Foolish: No, the sound made it.

Pac: I didn't- I didn't hear myself- sorry, sorry, sorry. Oh my god, I'm so shy right now, I'm just gonna sit.

#FitMC #PacTW #HideDuo #FitPac #QSMP #FoolishGamers #Philza #Foolish #Pac #Fit #Phil #The reason this took so long to edit is 100% because it gave me THAT bad second-hand embarassment #Me: Thank god I finally finished editing this now I never have to listen to it again #Me realizing I still have to write the transcripts: FRICK #In Pac's defense: you actually couldn't hear the pop that well from most stream POVs #unfortunately on Fit and Phil's stream (esp. Phil's stream) it was frickin HD quality #and VERY loud #They let Pac get away with this WAY too easily but you know what #the way he covered his face like that and immediately sat down in game was very cute #so I can't blame them for giving him a free pass #he's very cute when he's flustered #I always like the side-by-side reaction comparisons and I hope y'all do too!#Phil's reactions are always funny #''Every day Philza Miinecraft is oppressed by the gays''#Q #I really do need to spend less time doing stuff for this blog and the archive...#I'm not getting paid for it. It takes up way too much time #it is good video editing practice though but...#Edited

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buglaur · 5 months

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for a girl whose never built anything from scratch before i'd call this a triumph

#it's safe to say i won't be building ever again. this was painful.#4 houses and a little pub with 2 apartments upstairs #it is fully unfurnished but that is a task too immense for me to tackle right now #and the sides are very bare.. i'll fix that #so excited to play gahhh #i have until the 16th to finish all of my assignments but after that it'll be sims sims sims #do ye have any recommendations on anti-virus software?#i've been using mcafee but it's the most god awful program know to man #the only annoying pop-up ads i get are from mcafee itself #trying to get me to sign up for shit and buy better plans #would appreciate recommendations thank you 🙏

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theladyyavilee · 2 months

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you all know the drill, corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures 🤣🤣🤣

#9-1-1 #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #buddie #(yes this goes in the tag because I am OBSESSED with the way eddie's entire body language changes at the revelation that buck is single #again like HELLO AND WHAT THE FUCK I know everyone has been freaking out over it but I am very much still stuck in this single frame)#because funstuff #I'm sorry this is not my best work but I couldn't stop thinking about this every since I first saw eddie's face like that last night and #this meme immediately popped into my head #I just had to wait until now to actually grab screenshots xD

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc prompt #this is just me torturing danny for a little bit because im stressed and i cried for an hour while i was driving so im taking it out on B #thanks for being my little stress ball danny #aha my old middle school habit of frankensteining two characters together is resurfacing again :) yall should've seen my wattpad drafts #in middle school. i had 50 of them and most of them were me combining two characters together to make one person and putting them in one au #my most memorable being skydoesminecraft and harry potter. THAT was a fun worldbuilding experience #do i think that growing up with the fentons would fix bruce/danny completely?? hurm. no. dont kid yallselves jazz is not a licensed #therapist not even at like. nine when she meets danny. she's not helping him through his trauma in the slightest. she's nagging.#she's his sister or sister-like figure before she's his therapist. would he be #*entirely* like canon bruce tho?? no. dannybruce is a mix of the both of them. but this is still the first post of the au and is more so #just me doing the equivalent of popping a stress ball so nothing is smoothed over. mostly im just trying to keep bruce's trauma prominent i #danny's character because he IS Bruce. i dont want him to just be 'danny with bruce's backstory but without any of the ugly bits'.#danny and bruce is used interchangeably because they're the same person but sorry if his personality feels imbalanced i came up with this o #the spot. was going to type more but the stress has left me. for now. watch ur back danny 👀

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gale-force-storm · 23 days

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I've been thinking recently about Gale, and how much of a romantic he is. He says he wishes he had time to do things properly, when he tells you he loves you. As though he has a specific idea in his head of what wooing and romancing were meant to look like.

Which lead me to wondering what kinds of things he might have imagined for himself when he was young, before Mystra fully got her claws in him.

Did Morena read him fairy tales - beautiful stories of romance and true love and happy endings? Did he find such stories himself, as he devoured book after book? Did he graduate to romance novels eventually, stories full of passion and adventure? Did he see elegant couples about town, and imagine one day being among them?

Did he daydream about heartfelt declarations? Of grand weddings? Of sweeping some future beloved off their feet and riding off into the sunset? Did he dream about building a life with someone? Did he imagine having kids? We know he's had mortal lovers before - were they mere dalliances, or something more? Did he dream of someday proposing to any of them? Of finding his own happy ending?

How many dreams did he give up, in devoting himself to Mystra? How many ideas about his future were sacrificed at her alter in return for her favor, and her promises which turned out to be empty?

How many dreams, once left forgotten in the dusty corners of his heart and mind, is he able to consider again, having found someone who loves and accepts him as an equal? Someone who he's actually able to pursue those fantasies with?

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #headcanons #there's no way all those romantic notions popped out of nowhere once he met tav #and it's not like he'd be able to indulge in any of that sort of thing with mystra #but the things he does once he starts actually trying to romance you #the way he proposes - so quickly yet almost by accident #and he's so excited about planning the wedding!#like obviously he's so so happy regardless of the specific romance ending #as long as he's with the person he loves he's over the moon #but idk. i just can't help but think of all the things he might've imagined growing up that he's only just now getting to consider again

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lovesickeros · 29 days

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☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #tsaritsa #“eros you left for a month again” yeah.................#anyway. posts tsaritsa fic and leaves #i kept it kinda vague but the fatui are all on your side. whether or not your actually the creator or not though..#now thats up for debate.#did they tamper w teyvat to kill the archons? to break the world to be remade in whatever image they see fit?#using you as the means of their end?#maybe you are the creator and they just saw an opportunity. maybe they are just devoted to you.#i just think lowkey villain au but specifically imposter au where the only ones who side w u r the fatui like OUGH #i love the fatui. them being the only ones 2 side w u is so tasty #prime material for angst bc the self doubt if the only ppl who believe u r the “villains”#a lot of this is just like. tsaritsa posting again though #the tsaritsa who loves so deeply yet cannot love #contradictions all the way down #she loves you but she cannot love you.#she loves you but she will put a dagger between your ribs. she loves you but she is incapable of love #tsaritsa the woman that u r ough #harbingers and their complex relations 2 love my beloved #smth smth tsaritsa seeing an opportunity to install a puppet “creator” which creates a separate imposter!au when the actual creator pops in #did i write this just 2 write tsaritsa being vague and Weird and horrifying and a horror and a lover and just a woman and #yeah :]#please talk 2 me abt the tsaritsa pleas epleas pleas eplease please please please p[lease please pleas

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ghost-bxrd · 3 months

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Prompt:

Arkham Knight Edition

Jason gets thrown into an alternate universe and finds his younger self being tortured in the asylum.

Things get… a little blurry after that.

When Jason comes back to himself he’s got a shaking kid clinging to him and a worrying amount of Joker parts strewn all over the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Seems like it’s going to be one of those days…

#Arkham knight #because I just managed to get my hands on a Funko pop copy of them MWAHAHAHA #my agenda to own all versions of Jason funko pops is THRIVING #prompts #Arkham verse jason doesn’t know who the stranger is but he killed joker and untied him #that’s good enough for him #he just hopes this isn’t some kind of trick and gems gonna get tortured again in a couple minutes #but that’s ok as long as he gets to hug someone just a little longer #OG jason is lowkey freaking the hell #out #reliving trauma isn’t fun #but also he’s got a tortured kid to deal with right now and that’s gotta take priority #and also the green is making a hard comeback upon seeing the J branded into Jay’s cheek #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #robin #red hood #tim drake #batman #alternature universe #rescue #dimension travel #dimension hopping

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orcboxer · 3 months

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I think sometimes the trick to fantasy races is to not think about em too literally. It's not "what if race science was real," it's more like "what if our myths, dreams, and imaginations were reflected in the material world?" or "What if we gave our ideas and social structures physical shape?"

What is a dragon? A symbol of nature, to be tamed or destroyed? A symbol of imperialism, of greed and destruction? A symbol of divinity, of a mysterious higher power? Or just a beast like any other? It depends on the story, and on the way you choose to interpret it. Like all fiction, it's an exercise in subjectivity.

Maybe one writer's orcs are a racist caricature, but another writer's orcs might be an expression of their own self-image, and yet another's might be a reflection of their experiences as an Othered person. Orcs and other fantasy races don't inherently mean anything in particular, each story ascribes its own meaning to them, and it's up to you to try to determine what the story is trying to say.

I just think broad strokes condemnations of things like fantasy races or dragon taxonomy as if there are objective facts about them is kind of missing the point of like, fiction in general.

#orcspeak #i ain't slept in 20 hours sorry if this is nothing lmao #every now and then i see orc discourse pop up again and idk i got these thoughts about it. i love orcs #....also wyverns are a species of dragon there i solved it forever nobody needs to ''correct'' ppl about wyverns anymore

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sugarpasteltmnt · 3 months

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(whispers) hey friends I appreciate your excitement but gentle reminder it’s not very polite to ask fanfic writers when the next chapter is gunna come out

#remember friends: fanfic writers do this for fun when they have enough down time and wanna write #I’m an adult with a lot of adult responsibilities going on!!#again I appreciate your enthusiasm but ur just gunna have to trust me #ESPECIALLY since I sort of have a posting schedule #gentle reminder that fic writers shouldn’t need a schedule ever #I just have one because it keeps me on my toes #and that’s just a personal preference #but even then it’s just sort of a rough guideline— sometimes life stuff happens!!#and remember!!! a chapter that takes time will always be better than a rushed one #sorry to pop off but ya girl has had. A Week.#I’m not mad just a little tired #probably gunna delete tomorrow #but for now g’d night #pastel prattling

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sysig · 6 months

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