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hellheld · 5 months

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@arachnoheaux

sighing in relief as harlot steps out the employee exit to the back of the building and away from the party, harlot's fishing out their cigarettes before the door even finishes clothing. glancing around as they draw out two cigarettes and tucking one behind their ear and the other between their lips. one, they know, isn't going to be enough after how much they disliked that party. finding their unreliable lighter, a huff of annoyance passes through them as their lighter lives up to its description. it sparks again and again, but can't catch.

having seen someone when they'd come out, harlot looks up again, spotting... they think his name's angel dust. more importantly, his cigarette's already lit.

"borrow your lighter?" harlot asks, stepping closer but still keeping their distance.

#claps hands #let's goooooo #arachnoheaux

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deathfavor · 9 months

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@protectivemuses said: Ryusei's staring at the male in front of him, mainly staring at the neck tattoo that they both seemed to have in common. Different animals, sure, but he could respect it. "Nice tattoo. Looks like it took a few hours, I imagine." Hands go into his pockets as he settles to sit on a nearby table instead of bothering with uncomfortable chairs. "You must be that friend of Keisuke's that he's really fond of. H.. Hanemiya, right? Think I remember him mentioning the tattoo and earring before."

“ Nice ink yourself. Snakes are pretty sick. “ He answers back with a cheerful grin, looking towards the tattoo. It wasn’t nearly as elaborate or expansive as his own, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t neat in its own right. “ Yeah. Took several hours. You get it, neck tattoos and all, more nerves. Plus I got it when I was younger so extra care. “ He confirms, posture relaxed and casual ( even with his eyes always open a tad bit too wide to be normal. ) He didn’t mind chatting with someone, his ink tended to get comments now and again. “ How about yours? “

The next bit catches his attention though. “ Keisuke? “ His expression brightens, latching onto the words like a bone throne to the strays. Baji had talked about him? It was knowledge that made something in his chest relax, tension uncoiling for a moment. He listens with interest and lifts a hand to flick the bell earring.

“ Mmm. He’s the one who pierced my ear the night we met. “ He lets his hands fall back down to his side as he regards the other tattooed boy. “ Yeah. Hanemiya Kazutora. Everyone just calls me Kazutora. Watcha go by? You seem cool. “

#protectivemuses #claps hands #the TROUBLE that they shall get into #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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ak1nach1ri · 5 months

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tomorrow, 10am est... !!

#not a textpost #akina mumbles #claps hands #/eichi

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bryndeavour · 2 years

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Repeat character appearances in both Endeavour and Inspector Morse

DS Patrick Dawson played by Thomas Coombes in Passenger

DCI Patrick Dawson played by Kenneth Tolley in Second Time Around

#itv endeavour #inspector morse #patrick dawson #thomas coombes #kenneth tolley #morseverse #my gifs #on my shit as usual #i love this stuff man #he bad #claps hands #my other post about this has too many images so if any more crop up i will add them in here

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hermitblurbs · 2 years

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A continuation of my Steampunk AU (6)!

Scar’s turned idle for maintenance. It’s been about half a month before he brought up a dripping oil pipe, and Grian finds himself staring at the bot’s two-toned face. They really do look like scars, raised and pale against the planes of his cheeks.

The newest addition to their team, Jellie, is asleep on a worktable behind them all and rattling pens with her purrs.

Grian hops off the table he’s on himself, closing the distance to brush a knuckle against Scar’s cheek to check if the metal’s warm. Having been scavenging and generally being around him for nearly every minute he was awake—Mumbo banned Scar from the workshop after one too many clumsy accidents, so Scar was his—it was bizarre to see him so lifeless again.

It felt wrong, to hold a hand in front of that metal grin and feel no breath from it. He’s usually so full of personality, but his eyes are dull and dilated, and his chest is open while Mumbo works.

He’s just a bot. Someone programmed to be likable and easy to talk to. He’s not anything important.

Don’t get him wrong, Grian’s gotten attached to bots before. There was Grumbot, the little, trashy fortune teller bot Mumbo patched up and then burnt out. There was N.P.C, the simulator that glitched onto an obsessivity with rustic homes.

Scar felt different. Feels different.

His voice changes, ever so slightly, when he wants to smile more than the metal will allow him. And when he gets super excited, the whirr of his fan gets louder and his speech comes faster until it’s almost incomprehensible.

It makes him feel warm, even in the sticky chill of the wastes.

“Where do you think he came from, Mumbo?” He asks, turning his attention to the mechanic.

“I thought you pulled him out of the wastes yourself, mate,” he replies, working on extracting the faulty line in Scar’s chest. His core is ticking steadily, a healthy beat to match the churning of mystery liquid inside.

…Maybe more oil?

He doesn’t care, actually. Redstone wants him dead.

“Well, yes, from the wastes, but I mean before that.”

“Maybe he came from outer space,” Mumbo says, and Grian has to grin.

“What?!”

“Don’t you reckon it was aliens who dump a bunch of mystery metals outside the bubble?” He asks, matching Grian’s smile. “Think about it. It makes perfect sense.”

“Aliens destroyed the world?”

“Definitely. Metal? 100% alien.”

Grian hears the clicks of his wings settling, and he tips his head back and laughs.

“Makes sense as to why the government’s banned him then.”

“Yeah, why he’s—” Mumbo breaks the momentum of the conversation, looking to Grain with his eyes behind his ridiculous googles. “Oh, that’s not part of the bit. He is?”

“…yes? Honestly I don’t see why, maybe something with the uncanny valley.” He punctuates the muse with the clatter of a dozen metal doodads, trying to make space to lean an elbow on the worktable.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I mean, it’s not like the laws are in place for a reason to keep us safe or anything! No, not at all,” Mumbo laughs.

“It’s too late to put him back.”

“I know.” His voice dips, and there’s all that worry Mumbo keeps in his chest. “He brought us a cat.”

“And it’s Scar. He’s more likely to hurt himself than anyone else. First law of robotics and all, those have been around forever.”

Mumbo’s frown doesn’t disappear, and Grian finds uncertainty worming through his mind in turn.

Why were androids banned?

#blurb #steampunk au #hermitcraft #grian #gtws #mumbo jumbo #desert duo #hermitcraft fic #3rd life fic #last life fic #3rd life last life fic #double life fic #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #claps hands

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wonderloste · 2 years

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coming soon to a wonderland near you : the red queen’s court ☠️🤡

#face in my hands #we're going to ignore that it's uneven for like an hour bc i'm going to redo my entire muse selection page #to make it less daunting #but like #face in my hands (but with a heavier sigh)#ʚ o. out of character ɞ ⁄ otome games are my thirteenth reason.#everyone.... has their courts now......... the red queen's heart kingdom is a real faction now #aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE MONKEYS IN MY BRAIN #pm : he/him #executioner : he/they #unicorn : they/them #rm : he/it #carpenter : she/her #claps hands #oh boy #thank god i've been making headway on bios

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sproutlines · 9 months

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EVERYBODY MOOOOOOOOOOVEment

I can't stop listening someone help

#dj crazy times #im going about my funny business and then my brain will shout ELECTRIC! ELECTRIC!!#danger and dance.........clapping the hands..........#my art #mel can draw #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #drawing #artwork #planet of the bass

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min-play · 5 months

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clapping really loud but can only do it once

#min draw #min move #minbitt #flashing #spread your fingers really wide #slam your hands together hard #on impact there should be enough gap in the middle of the palm for an air pocket #behold loud clap #it hurts like heck #animation

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aibidil · 10 months

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One of my favorite things is learning what words people used for this hand game—where you sit in a circle with your hands facing up, right hand on top of your neighbor's, left hand below your other neighbor's, and you sequentially go around slapping right hand into left— where they lived when they were kids. The regional variations are the best. It's in Wikipedia as "Stella Ella Ola," but for me (and many NE USAmericans) it's "Quack Diddly Oso."

The way these games are taught to younger kids by older kids and spread throughout regions is so fascinating; I want a visualization where you can see what happens when one random kid 50 years ago moved to a different state. I have no idea how widespread this game is, but I think it's all across the US and Canada, at a minimum. I haven't seen my kids play this—is it still a thing?

In my school in the 90s, it went like this—

Quack diddly oso,  Quack, quack, quack,  Señorita,  Rita, rita, rita,  Velour, velour,  Velour, velour, velour, velour,  1, 2, 3, 4!

I especially appreciate the versions that include “your mother smells like pizza,” “the toilet over fulled,” and “the cat peed on the floor,” “potatoes on the floor-a”

What about you? Anyone play it outside of North America?

#Stella Ella ola #quack diddly oso #hand clapping games #folklore

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egophiliac · 8 months

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I love the idea of teenage Malleus hating his new baby brother Silver but slowly falling for him

words cannot express how much I adore that Mal's reaction to seeing a human baby for the first time was "the fuck is this. why does it look like that. gross." (then he immediately got stuck on babysitting duty and the rest is history)

I am SUCH a sucker for that trope of "non-humans being fascinated by normal human behavior", so between that and all the delicious angst going on I was eating VERY well. >:) Malleus being so impressed that two-year-old Silver can walk, because it took him twenty years to stand on two legs! Lilia barging in on the Zigvolts at 2 AM being like "he won't stop crying what do I do"! Lilia trying to feed Silver rats and Malleus being like "...please just stick with what the books say to feed it"! it is all so. chef's kiss.