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guideaus · 2 days

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no offense to the anime onlys for dunmeshi, but there's so many "marcille did nothing wrong using dark magic" comments, using marcille "successfully" resurrecting falin as a reason to be mad at shuro/kabru, when things like this very much does happen later:

the "antagonists" in the series are afraid of this happening:

and the worst case scenario does happen, and the world is getting eaten up

the characters who were most responsible for stopping laios are frozen, unable to help, then our main cast doesnt know what to do either and are almost damned to be left behind

and the only reason they won is bc of laios' monster oc details wanting to play and understand monsters. if smth bad happened to laios between him editing his journal and making a deal with the demon, they'd all be dead. theres even a pov from the demon that the world had essentially ended, so you cant say it was impossible or whatever

#personal #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #dunmeshi spoilers #spoilers #long post #also its one of the main plot points for marcille. she becomes a dungeon lord bc of her desire #when she momentarily despairs and gives up she literally mentions how she shouldnt have revived falin #dunmeshi is abt moderation in life. not commenting on marcille's resolution but whatever. black magic is one of the stepping stones #for the plot #i know you could say 'well how would they know?' but i think its more annoying that ppl brag abt the dungeon's worldbuilding and #apparently dont expect any more? consequences or anything. the same ppl that shit on frieren for being soft worldbuilding #want our protags to be like video game main characters

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al4thea · 4 months

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"Why do you put up with me? Because you're fire... And I've been cold my whole life." - A.R Asher

You don't need to change for the right person, you're enough.

#I suck at coloring #but I had to #for the plot #ghoap #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod mwii #call of duty

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dearemma · 4 months

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— Agents of Shield | As I have Always Been

#aosedit #marveledit #mcuedit #agentsofshieldedit #dousyedit #dousy #timequake #daisysousa #sousy #daniel sousa #daisy johnson #daniel x daisy #daisyjohnsonedit #danielsousaedit #mine*#one more #for the plot

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garden-doodles · 3 months

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Teach a man to fish and he'll fish his life away? is that the saying?

:D proud of the colors on this

#fanart #digital art #grian #grian fanart #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft fanart #grian hermitcraft #grian fishing #minecraft #this dude is so unlucky and it sucks #but i also love seeing these little goober guys suffer #for the plot #:D #digital fanart #minecraft fanart #hermitcraft

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ashes-to-ashesxx · 3 months

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as much as I hate dumbledore, he really was in it for the plot and I respect him for that cause bitch same

#the marauders #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #dead gay wizards #james potter #fuck jkr #sirius black #albus dumbledore #dumblewhore #for the plot #harry potter

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silver-wield · 2 months

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Have a leak. Imma go throw up.

Aerith says "shall we?" And holds out her hand on the Ferris wheel. Cloud takes it. She then pats the seat next to her as if to say "sit here". Cloud goes "uhh" and sits opposite.

The car shudders and Aerith falls into Cloud's arms and their faces are close. Intense staring like they'll kiss but they both let go and sit next to each other.

There were some fireworks and she starts opening up.

"You surprised me at first, you were just like him. Same clothes, the way you walked, the way you carried yourself. Whenever I looked at you...i saw him. But now I'm interested in you. I'm trying so hard to find you"

"I'm right here"

"Yeah you are but"

Long pause

"Hey did Tifa talk to you?"

Flashback to Tifa and Aerith talking

"Hey, Aerith, I talked to Cloud. He said he remembers Zack. How they were friends five years ago"

Back to the sky wheel

"I don't think so. At least not about anything important."

"oh."

Aerith comes close and wraps her hands around Cloud's arm and rests her head on his shoulder

"Aerith?"

"Just until the ride's over"

Cloud grabs her hand and holds it. They both smile and grip each other tight. Fireworks go off and the screen fades out.

No kiss.

#ship war #for the plot #rancid

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jamespotterbbg · 11 days

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for the hell of it (for the plot). a poem.

i see your ghost everywhere I go an empty seat in the back of my car missing from your spot on the couch in my house in my heart i see you fade in and out of being flicker in my eyes, taunting me sometimes I pretend you're there i smile toward the seat in the back of my car but it always fades because there's little to smile at when you're no more than a ghost a flickering memory and an ache in my heart -k.c.

and as requested, tagging @wistfulenchantress , @gardenofrunar , @justyourlocaldisaster

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gothic-mothic · 1 month

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He is known to be put in a dress on the occasion

#a man in a dress without chest hair is an Angel without wings #anyone in a dress actually #I love hairy bodies #.png #anyway I think he (if he where to have a body in the parable) (or host a mannequin for a bit) would absolutely dress in drag for an ending #for the plot obviously #or he’d just straight up dress as a woman #for the plot #he’s a ‘man’ for convenience sake anyway #for the plot !#the stanley parable #tsp #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #the narrator tsp #Stanley tsp

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pollyna · 1 year

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"So pops, how does it feel to get a year older?" Hangman asks, a slice of cake on his plate and a arm around Rooster's waist.

"Admiral Kazansky!" Maverick almost screams instead that answering Hangman."How does it feel I'm year older, and it means we spent another 365 days together?"

"I don't know, Captain Mitchell, I think it's a pretty great feeling. Wouldn't you agree, love?" Admiral Kazansky asks, kissing the Captain.

"Couldn't say it better, Admiral." Mav smiles, kissing Ice again, Hangman and Rooster already forgotten in the background.

#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #hangster #for the plot #they grow old together and it's awsome #old men in love #icemav #otp: things get old our love is gold

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emeralds-city · 2 months

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Made a grilled cheese with apple bacon jam and provolone on sourdough. The sudden urge to start a failed catering business that prompts me to move back in with my father and work in a run down sub shop with more code violations than customers under the intense yet sad blue eyed stare of my culinary idol who has all but fallen apart the seams is soooooo strong.

#yes chef #yes jeff #the bear #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #ayo edebiri #food post #i just wanna stab richie with the knife #for the plot

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ofthecaravel · 5 months

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"Introducing the victor of the 70th annual Hunger Games, the "Gentle Giant" of District 10, ladies and gentlemen, Daniel Wagner!"

#i wanted to make a victory tour poster #and i will admit!#i got a little carried away #but!!!!!!!!!#im obsessed #hes supposed to be like 16/17 here #for the Plot #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #myart #greta van art

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jesevans · 9 months

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Street Kings leaving Tubi soon

@georgiapeach30513 The top one wins for being dressed as a cop 🤭

#paul diskant #street kings #chris evans #for the plot

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creatingnikki · 7 months

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I sit there across you in the café that we usually hang out at writing you a letter. You're leaving the city. Yes, that doesn't mean that you are leaving my life. But leaving is still leaving. And so I have to write you a letter, I want to. But life has been chaotic and heavy and I didn't get the time to do this before meeting you now. All I could do was grab my letter writing supplies and stuff them in my bag as I left home tonight to come see you. So once I reach, I ask 15 minutes of you to write the letter in real time. And once I am done putting it in the envelope I realize I don't have a sticker to seal it the way I usually do and you say, 'wait a minute' and reach for your wallet.

You are giggling and I begin to giggle too even though I don't know what it's going to be. But it's always been that way with you. It's light, it's laughter, and it's warmth. Always? Well, a big chunk anyway. I smile and giggle and laugh in anticipation of smiling and giggling and laughing.

You remove a band aid from your wallet and then we giggle some more. I take it. Of course, I do. With you, I'll let myself do such things that make me forget that I am 26. Or that perhaps let me be without having to be something else. I begin to unwrap the band aid and you start recording me. The whole thing becomes a funny little sweet moment and an analogy of this band aid signifying healing between us. After all, we have recently reconnected after months of trying to be strangers.

I say this is all so poetic. I've said it before. I say it all the time. I view my life and life in general through the lens of poetry and literature and books. Everything is a scene from a story. A few minutes later another such moment is shared and before I can say anything you say, 'this is so cinematic'. That's when you make the observation and say, everything you call poetic I call cinematic. And that very observation and the articulation of that observation as we begin to leave the café post midnight is poetic to me.

Poetic or cinematic, whatever we were, whatever we are, I'm glad we crossed paths and attempted healing. This is a goodbye, not the goodbye. From the minute we met, you have been helping me fight my cognitive distortions. Why? Because you are healthy and normal. All I have wanted this year are normal experiences and normal people. Normal does not mean all good and smooth sailing. To me, it only means things not blowing out of proportion or going bat shit crazy. Things not resembling the arc of a book or a movie.

I've been consciously realizing lately how seeing my life and myself from the lens of a story and being the mc is not helpful. It gives my life this fanciful flavour and adds whimsy but with that comes unnecessary plot twists and agony.

"Normal" can also be poetic/cinematic. I don't need to be an unreliable narrator for that or let wild, vicious people in my life. I don't have to take whacky decisions and put up with things for character development. My life can be normal — light, full of laughter, and warmth. Without it having to be blindingly bright, headache-inducing laughter, and scorching warmth.

Thank you. Thank you for helping me come to that realization. I'm glad you exist.

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wisteriagoesvroom · 3 months

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my first foray into galex - thank you for the prompt from the f1 wild side discord!

a galex drabble written from the following prompts: morning, window and cat. with the tone: content

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Alex wakes to a terrible screech. It sounds like someone’s dying, or losing a tooth, or both. Bleary eyed, he drags himself out of the bed, kicking off half the covers off as he goes. When he makes his way to the hallway, George stands there, shoulders hunched. His morose expression is a jarring contrast to his fluffy bathrobe.

“What happened?”

“Gucci.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Alright. Gucci, as in resident menace, knocked the plates over.”

Alex surveys the damage. It doesn’t look too bad, though whatever was on the plates - pancakes, from the looks of things, seem to be splashed halfway across the floor.

His partner seems worse for wear.

“Typical ginger cat behaviour. Are you fine, though?” Alex asks.

George nods, eyes all watery. Mouth pinched in a straight line, perfectly English of him, barely held together by his own tightly wound composure. He’s always been this way, since the days they’d been karting. Heart on his sleeve, feelings like rainclouds at the end of races.

Alex has seen him at his best and his worst, been there to hug him close or listen to him babble on about mechanical failures that were perfectly avoidable. Even let George drone for two hours with a PowerPoint on ways he could reform the GPDA for better driver solidarity until Alex had cut him off with a “you’re kind of sexy when you’re mansplaining to me. Even if I’m a man, and all”. Which had stopped George so short that he didn’t have anything to say for almost an entire minute.

What happened after that was just natural, really. They'd clambred into each other's drivers rooms, held hands furtively at afterparties, kissed in the shadows of locations as exotic as Monaco and mundane as Milton Keynes. This was to none of the grid’s surprise, having seen their friendship blossom over the years, now into something else. Friends, however distant, who helped to guard their secret until they were ready.

“Today was supposed to be perfect.” George says, tugging Alex back to the present. It’s been two years since. Two good ones.

George pinches his nose . “Christ, this is a disaster."

“We talked about this. No self-flagellating in the new year.”

“Right. Yeah. It’s just–”

Alex takes the other man’s hands. They’re large, and warm. Slender fingers roughened with callouses from gripping the wheel, capable hands for a capable man.

This close, George smells faintly like berries. Affection flutters in Alex’s stomach.

“We'll just start it over. It'll be fine, Georgie."

"I just wanted it to be perfect."

"Hey. This is my perfect. This is it, mate. You know that, right?”

George nods, softening under Alex’s touch.

“Besides.” Alex continues. “It’s a little hard to take you seriously when your apron says do I look delicious. Which for the record, you do.”

George wipes his nose with the back of his hand, eyes darting down and up again. “You bought this, mind you.”

“I did.”

“And you love it. And me.”

“Yeah. I do.”

Alex pokes George in the side playfully, and George rolls his eyes. Attention diverted for the moment, smile finally back and starting to warm his eyes.

"Such an arsehole." George says, glancing at Gucci, who is walking calmy across the kitchen counter. Happily acting as if nothing has happened.

"I know. But he's our arsehole."

"Never say those words in that combination again."

"Our arsehole." Alex adds, emphatically.

To that, George only emits a long sigh.

And there is cleanup to come. Breakfast to be made again. But just for a moment, it’s the two of them. Spilled pancakes. Patience. tender love.

A miscreant tabby that happily suns itself under the window.

Two of their hands perfectly intertwined. Room perfectly incandescent.

#galex #alex albon #george russell #aa23 #gr63 #f1 rpf #fanfic drabble #fluff #this came out like tooth-achingly sweet #i tried to keep the very bro-snipey galex essence in there #not sure i succeeded but there we have it #wisteriawritesstuff #if you’re being pedantic gucci isn’t actually a ginger cat #but I’m changing it #for the plot

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titisorriso · 3 months

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Namari being a cutie and Kiki being enamored as always.

#fanart #fandom #digital art #my art #art #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #namari #namari dungeon meshi #kiki dungeon meshi #i like my fictional women hairy and buff thank you very much #also couldn't come up with an excuse to have her half naked here #so lets pretend its for plot reasons #you know #for the plot

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