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At this point I need to put some podcasts on
1/'the-amount-of- time-it-takes-for-an-update-to-come-out'X speed
so I won't go insane with the wait
#mine#podcasts#camlann#youre killing me#tmagp#that too#also#tell no tales#dimension 20#red valley#new years day#fuck that podcast how dare it come out only ONCE A YEARRRR#ask your father#worlds beyond number#hello from the hallowoods#the magnus protocol#lost terminal#malevolent#the white vault#im in way too deep lmaoo#FUCK I FORGOT#mistholme museum
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[ID: two identical drawings of mid-twenties (au where he didn't go to the apocalypse) Five as a centaur, demonstrating a smooth summer coat and a fluffy winter coat. End ID.]
Winter fluff! vs regular summer pony! Floofy horses are so cute. My favorite bit is his fuzzy heels.
This is centaur-ifying @sharkneto's Number from his au for Holding It Together so I can continue to do backflips to avoid drawing The Apocalypse Horse lol.
#tua#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#centaur#centaur au#i did not actually choose to inform shark that i was posting this. surprise! my centaur au has now gotten to your fic in public#i have some more but ive been wondering HOW to post. do i do it in one go. Ive been spreading these out to avoid having to do monster IDs#but if i spread it out im doing days of an au of shark's au of orsumfenix's au of tua. thats so much au#FUCK I FORGOT#my art#AGAIN
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this is one of my greatest fears in tumblr dot com and it sucks sometimes
#twdak#vtsom#vincent the secret of myers#therapy with dr albert krueger#vincent edgeworth#victor blake#albert krueger#vtsom claude#vtsom winston#draco edgeworth#i saw a post going around and my friend complaining about fnaf tag filled with mike headcanons and stuff#yes this can happen and I'm afraid#vtsom monsieur m#FUCK I FORGOT#ALBERT ALMOST GOT IT HE WAS A CANDIDATE FOR OFFICIAL SEXYMAN TOURNAMENT#but he didn't so dghjk
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yeah so... went to a manga cafe w my friend, and in the area there was a bunch of anime-manga shops and so we found THESE JEBEKWBSJAJSJS(each one costs approx. 20€)
#i had like 15€ on me atm HEJSBJS#my friend bought a kageyama tho#FUCK I FORGOT#THERE WAS AN OIKAWA#and so so sooo many mangas#crazy#and ALL of them in spanish#haikyuu#i screamed when i saw the KITA PLUSIHE??#choco.rambles
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just any character with an abnormal amount of arms. that's it. that's the post.
#howdy pillar#angel dust#muffet the spider#shiiit there's more uhhh#fuck i forgot#and i can't just fill these tags with steven universe fusions soooo#also I'm not adding valentino cuz hes a dick#fuck valentino#all my homies hate valentino#edit: SHIT I FORGOT ABT MAMMON
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Ohh, fuck. Elysian Realm. Elysium. The eternal paradise. I'm so fucking stupid
#elysia wanted#happy#make#make people happy#fuck i forgot#she wanted people to have a paradise they could rest in(?#gods it's been so long since i played this game. someone tell me#honkai impact 3rd#hi3rd#elysia#elysian realm#hoyoverse#hyv#mihoyo#mhy#avis' post
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One hell of a reblog day today boys. God knew id be too powerful if i had time to persue my interests
#started with#good omens#then on to#hunger games#hang on when the fuck did i use this tag#hunting for a man whos actually a weighted blanket#hmmmmmm#i fear myself#aNYWAY#moved on to#black sails#bit of#our flag means death#and then we toddled into#in the flesh#literally just cramming all my hyperfixations into one day ig#alex funky text posts#FUCK I FORGOT#HANNIBAL
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Hi guys uh i have smth important to sa
oh shit wtf was oi gonna say uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhjsxaqhwdsqwjkhXKJh
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Did i actually forget about trans visibility day oh god
Uh
Happy ((late)) trans visiblity too yall :D
#fuck i forgot#somehow????#transgender#trans visibility#trans visibility day#BUT ITS LATE CUS I FORGOT TO POST—#AAAAAAA
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it’s about running away and being chased and knowing when to surrender but maybe not how to surrender. it’s about chasing and chasing and chasing until you blink and realize that you went from being the hunter to being the huntee, like a looney tunes bit. except there is no laughing happening, and no punchline, and the anvil and grand piano and cruise ship landing on your head one after the other are simply metaphors. still painful, though. more than enough to send you spinning, or knock you flat, or weigh you down.
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that is to say, on the topic of weird love:
love that is unconventional, bizarre, lacking rhyme or reason. perhaps off putting, though it isn’t really, or beyond any one name or title.
hanzawa masato hadn’t been expecting any love whatsoever. that it is unconventional (or bizarre, or off putting, or so on) is salt in the wound.
(not that it doesn’t suit him, he knows himself to be someone who is, in more than one manner of speaking, fairly weird. acknowledging this is further salt in an exacerbated wound.)
tangentially: hanzawa masato doesn’t ordinarily have any particular desire to die, but recent circumstances have pushed him to reconsider.
who made you feel like you have to handle things alone? did we teach you shame? do you think we don’t want to look after you anymore?
well, fine, “to die” is something of an extreme. he doesn’t think he actually wishes to die, doesn’t want his heart to stop beating or his neurons to stop firing. it just has to be a violent enough reset, send him back to a youth where he’d wake up every morning and choose to be busy as a fun pastime rather than a survival tactic.
not a snapped neck, but, well. whatever.
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he’s back at the river. he never has his pant legs rolled up. it’s getting on his nerves.
the current is mild today. he can almost make out his face in the water, not that he wants to spend any time admiring his reflection. the sun’s beating down on him, too-warm on his skin. he inhales heat and regrets it.
his eyes reflected are wide open as they stare up at him. the reflection looks like it’s getting clearer.
masato doesn’t like that.
submerging his head, he figures that it couldn’t be any harder to breathe with water in his lungs than it is without.
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sometimes, very rarely, when he has time alone with his thoughts, masato forgets how to breathe. becomes over-conscious of it and does it wrong, inhaling without feeling like enough oxygen is getting to his brain. his entire chest will move up and down but it feels like he’s dying.
to be frank, masato feels like he’s dying a lot. running on autopilot, it seems, is better for him in the long run.
but, well. that’s boring.
inhale for elastic muscle activation, exhale for large muscle contraction. draw your arm back, hit the ball.
breathe, won’t you?
leaving tashiro after club is easy. walking to the station to wait for the train is easy. clouds are gathering overhead. he rests his eyes awhile. rookie mistake.
his rib cage is rickety and the joints in his fingers have gone stiff. his neck has hardly any mobility to speak of. images like shadow puppetry are playing on the backs of his eyelids. weird love. mapping intimacy, tashiro drums his fingers on masato’s chest, where the bones of his rib cage jut out. presses down on the joints of each of his fingers until they pop.
stands behind him with his head in his hands and guides it just so until his neck cracks—
masato feels the train’s arrival in his bones. he opens his eyes. he feels geriatric. something about the barometric pressure.
tashiro-kun, do you know any chiropractors?
he squints at his phone, bleary.
with a license, he clarifies, unnecessarily.
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masato is a little worried that he might have strange tastes.
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it’s like this: being with tashiro gonzaburou is terribly easy for hanzawa masato when he’s not in love with him and wonderfully difficult when he is. this is an on-off situation. this makes everything worse. riddled with impossibilities—frankly masato’s convinced it’s a sickness. or a curse.
standing against the violent current with his feet planted firmly in the silt, masato ponders the symbolism at play. rivers representing cleansing, rebirth, the beginning of things. he, symbolically, watches a coffin bob apathetically downstream to his right. he, symbolically, wades with great difficulty to catch up with and lie in it. cleansing, rebirth, the beginning of things. destruction, also.
masato’s good with literature—the basis is that you cannot build upon what’s already been built. what existed must be razed to be remade. something must die to facilitate a rebirth. religious undertones abound, though flood myths are universal.
definitely a sickness; he wonders if there was ever any basis for this, before. he doesn’t really want to believe that tashiro was the first. selfishness. sickness. the sort of thing the river’s supposed to cleanse him of. what he should do is get out of the coffin, maybe swim around a little.
he doesn’t.
masato stares up at the sky above him, listens to the wood creaking around him. imagines he’s in a boat instead. a flood so great it threatens even the heavens—the rocking of his “boat” is making him a little, well, sick.
he jolts awake. riddled with impossibilities. weird dreams shouldn’t count.
they do, though.
he has reason to believe that the creaking of the “boat” was actually the creaking of his bones. he feels brittle enough to have earned the spot in that coffin. it might’ve been his all along.
he really doesn’t like that.
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ah.
masato wants to live.
#the hanzawa masato post….. 3!!!!!#hanzawa masato#this was supposed to be straightforward and also not prose. like very explicitly i had planned for this to be not prose#because it was supposed to be a soft sell. a guided tour through the dirt brain so to speak#to. you know. ‘soft sell’ hanzawa to tashiro. i would be wearing a tinfoil hat and everything#but. well i really never learn. that’s the moral of the story#hanzawa to tashiro#maybe i’ll readmore a rb of this with the worst of it#themes and all. all of THIS is to say that this is less a sales pitch and more fic drafting#which is unfortunate. since i’m notoriously terrible at drafting fics.#whatever whatever whatever. hanzawa masato haunts me wherever i go. and also tashiro is there#I PROMISE I ALSO CARE ABOUT TASHIRO. JUST SO WE’RE CLEAR.#it’s just that hanzawa masato is haunted by images of the river and i am haunted by images of him in the river.#the metaphor has long since spiraled out of hand. i’m fine with it#fuck i forgot#long post#tacking this on the end also.#hanzashiro#sasaki to miyano#hirano to kagiura#at this point. yeah it’s like darts. throwing tags at the end like darts#dirtbrain writing
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Empires Season 1 characters but make it Dungeons and Dragons because I miss playing.
Scott—
Race: Elf
Class: Warlock
Jimmy—
Race: Triton
Class: Ranger
Fwhip—
Race: Half-elf
Class: Artificer
Gem—
Race: Half-elf
Class: Wizard
Lizzy—
Race: Triton
Class: Sorcerer
Pixlrifs—
Race: Genasi
Class: Sorcerer
Joel—
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Bard
Joey—
Race: Changeling
Class: Cleric
Sausage—
Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Katherine—
Race: Halfling
Class: Druid
Pearl—
Race: Aesimar
Class: Monk
Shubble—
Race: Gnome
Class: Druid
Xornoth—
Race: Elf
Class: Warlock
#empires smp#Empires s1#Scott Smajor#jimmy solidarity#lizzie ldshadowlady#joel smallishbeans#Fwhip#mythicalsausage#pixlriffs#Katherine mcyt#geminitay#pearlescentmoon#I think that’s all of them??#oh#xornoth#dungeons and dragons#FUCK I FORGOT#joey graceffa
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and mine said ‘i loved daigo’ with his whole chest
#snap chats#FUCK i forgot#ok i didnt forget but like#in the og mine says 'i loved daigo' while in the remaster its like#'i was devastated having lost the one man i ever loved'#like i guess its not wholly the same as outright saying I Love Daigo but im considerin it basically the same#plus i cant rb that post three times LMAOOOOOOOO
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I need more narrator designs like Lemon so. Here.
(ITS LESS CHOPPY NOW)
#bullet train#does this count as tsp content#Oh whatever.#It's the Narrator.#THANKS TO UBERDUCK.#FUCK I FORGOT#THE TAG#the stanley parable
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you will, you will look at Mocha
#pup art#mocha#nonbiney dairy cow who was left out in the snow and became a frosted christmas cookie#and totally not a reanimated corpse#do not look further into it#they're really cute and love to eat snacks and collect material items#FUCK i forgot#bare chest
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So, my mind has sort of shifted back to the nearly three year fixation on our dear villainous husbands.
I adore these two and have wrote an admittedly poorly written fic about the topic I’m about to discuss. It’s been deleted since because I get embarrassed easy by works I’ve written in the past.
But, here’s some headcanons of mine about Oz and Ed being parents, and well headcanons about their child in general:
They have a young daughter, she isn’t quite old enough to be in school yet, but her mind is as sharp as a tac
She’s a perfect mix of the two of them. Green eyes, cherubic face, and a head of untamable black curls
She picks up things very quickly, and Ed was over the moon when she passed a few milestones earlier than most
She makes the exact same icy glare that Oswald does when someone upsets her, and it often sends Ed into laughing fits every time she does it. Oz still doesn’t think he makes the face, and was thoroughly confused when Ed pointed it out
Oswald sings beautifully if it’s at his proper vocal range, so lullabies are a delight to hear
Storytelling too
Oswald has had to tie his hair back for most of her early life because she very much liked to pull on it
Back to the glare, she often copies both of their mannerisms
They’re villains, they dress flamboyantly and plot to kill a man dressed as a bat. Of course they’d be just as theatric when it comes to playing games
She may be spoiled, but she isn’t poorly behaved
The child likely has more extravagant clothes than the typical Gothamite, and she certainly has some matching outfits
This:
youtube
Wintertime is a treasure trove of new traditions, and comfortable domesticity, and yes I’ll admit it’s one of my favorite things to write about
She very easily befriends animals, and seems to be a bit fixated on the more dangerous ones
In addition to that, like most young children, she’s rather clumsy
A little bit of story time in relation to this: When I was around say…kindergarten age, I had taken a karate class. This class only lasted a few days. I was a very impatient child, you see. The class was getting ready to do an exercise where you just kinda kick this standing punching bag thing.
Long story short, I had begun kicking the legs out from under the other kids in front of me because I had simply chosen violence that day. I had to be removed from the class, joined a ballet class a few weeks later, and quit after I fell and “cracked my head open” (it was just a small cut) on a wall vent handle.
I’ve given a glimpse into my memories, so I think I’m done rambling for now. If you’d like to hear more of my thoughts, I’d be happy to provide.
#batman the animated series#the penguin#oswald cobblepot#the riddler#edward nygma#character headcanons#parenting headcanons#slightly ooc?#I don’t really know#fuck I forgot#riddlebird
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btw yuki is losing the headcanon showdown :((((
OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT IT NOOOOOO WE HAVE TO FIX THIS
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