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kply-industries · 7 months
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discocandles · 1 year
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There is a post that lives in my head rent free and that is the one about Steph being 6 feet tall and that she's about Jason's height
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As seen in these panels here.
This lives in my head for a few reasons:
A, if Jason gets badly hurt, like he breaks his leg, but for some reason red hood is needed, steph could have a brief stint as red hood, adding to the portfolio of aliases she's already acquired.
2, I want Steph to have been taller than tim when they were dating, so that most of his romantic interests are taller than him(I'm not sure of the height difference between tim and Bernard, but screw it. make all of Tim's love interests taller than him)
3, Steph calling everyone around her shorty-pants or some variation, no matter what height they are. Solomon Grundy? Hey how you doing, short king?
4. Steph being Bruce's height. That's all the thoughts there.
5. Steph giving out head pats at all times. Whether it's to be cute or to be a menace is to be debated. Like it's cute when it's with Cassie, and definitely to be a menace when it's Damian, but what about dick or Harper?
Anyway, steph deserves to be at least 6 feet tall.
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royalarchivist · 2 months
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Fit: You know... There's a reason I'm a loner, that I'm a nomad, that I go from place to place. 'Cuz everywhere I go, people die. Fit: I'm just- I'm a walking bad omen.
I know Fit probably said this as a joke and it wasn't meant to be that deep, but I've got a shovel and I'm ready to dig, because this comment fits his QSMP cubito way too well.
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[ Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]
Fit: I had nothing to do with any of this! I had nothing to do with any of this! [He notices the Allays trapped in a room and gasps] Ohhh– C'mon, get out of here– You're gonna burn to death! Get out of here.
Fit: This is why I don't walk into churches. This is why I don't walk into churches, for this reason. You know– 'cuz it- it would just burn down. It would just burn down if I walked right in. This is what happens. I'm an unholy man.
[The sound of villagers dying]
Fit: Oh yeah, they're all dead. They're f- they're doomed. They are DOOMED.
Dono: You showed up and the mansion burned itself down, made a crack about never walking into churches, then thunder happened? Your manifestation skills are too damn high dude.
Fit: You know– ok, I'm a little cursed. I'm a little cursed, as you can clearly see. You know... There's a reason I'm a loner, in Minecraft, that I'm a nomad, that I go from place to place. 'Cuz everywhere I go, people die. Ehh... you know? I'm just- I'm a walking bad omen. I'm a walking bad omen. Look at this sht. It's- it- ugh...
Fit: These things happen.
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sorrelpaws · 10 months
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talking about work drama
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frosthetix · 1 year
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oh maverick is so wearing heels in this photo:
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also, the heels in question:
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shoyoist · 17 days
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standing very still because i didn't want to get into negai no astro at all but i saw the cover and wakui literally copy pasted shuji and gave him blue hair and made him into a new character... standing SO still rn i do not want shuji 2.0 to get me 😭
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theelmoarchive · 9 months
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Can you show us how to draw the height differences for each of the Marble hornets characters? Some people draw time absolutely tiny compared to the rest and some people make him taller than jay and not much shorter than Brian, and I think it’s funny
I do draw Tim being tiny 😔🤝
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This is kind of how I imagine the main four guys!! I like to think of jam as short and brilex as tall just cause I think that's funny lmao
Idk the exact actual height differences between them, but that's how I imagine them ✨✨
(Sorry this took a little to answer, thank you for asking!!! :D)
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akuma-tenshi · 1 month
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i would like to introduce you all to the family my friend and i have created through sheer love of these characters
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skrunksthatwunk · 3 months
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ugh nauseating the way eiji looks at ash when he's pouting about their little lover's quarrel
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some serious faggotry happening in the new york public library
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hysokaz · 3 months
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illumi is a cis man out of convenience. he does not care enough to think about it. gittarackur is the most genderfuck thing ever tho yas pinhead slay
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notafed12345 · 1 month
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pictures of trent reznor set off a chemical reaction in my brain which is akin to what happens to sharks when they smell blood
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mister-heart · 1 year
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My two fav OFF characters :]
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ourcwnside · 5 months
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Judas had better watch out, or he's going to find himself being used as an armrest for a certain demon.
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swiftfootedachilles · 3 months
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this has been sitting in my drafts for months but i still very much agree with it so its time to post it methinks:
to me, fanon mickey often being ooc (imo) is a result of people not understanding his trauma ......or the complexities of autistic people's emotions. yes im back on my autistic mickey soapbox. argue with the wall
mickey is very childlike as a result of trauma and autism imo and acts impulsively as a result. being childlike is not the same as being childish/petty! he is immature in some ways, but he very much processes his emotions in an adult way. and as someone who finds autistic!mickey soso important, i honestly find it offensive the way his complex character is often watered down to either a petty, homophobic "thug" only capable of feeling rage or lust and only good for breaking shit; or a stray puppy that follows ian around and sits around to wait for the plot to need him to advance ians story
hes sensitive, stubborn, courageous, messy, creative, brackish, socially awkward. hes great with money and sometimes has good business plans, but if those plans fall through he always has a backup. healing his inner child is something hes not too keen on, but i like to think he eventually gets to a point where he can let go and enjoy the small things in life. draw for fun, watch shitty movies and like them anyway, let his husband dote on him, try cooking because its something he never got to do as a kid, work on his reading skills even if hes embarrassed to admit struggling with bigger words. he can do all this and have meltdowns and stim and yell and break shit because sometimes he struggles with expressing himself with words! he can do that and still be a well-rounded member of society! he does their taxes, knows the difference between Roth and Traditional IRAs, watches franny at the park like a hawk when he babysits her, teaches carl how to make a real bloody mary, goes on dates with ian and kisses him in public, secretly feeds the neighborhood cats because they remind of the one that stuck around the milkovich house
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good-beanswrites · 3 months
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I can't stop thinking of Kyanako's Order of Attack au... there's something so moving to me about how things getting so much worse could be what finally causes Amane to get better -- seeing Fuuta dying may be the final straw of getting her to rethink her rejection of medicine. Been a while since I've attempted something whump-y, this was fun to work with.
Tw for mentions/contemplation of death. I don't go into detail about the cult but the doctrines are implied through it all.
Fuuta was not a big fan of dying.
When he imagined his own death, he always pictured it as something dramatic and fast. Action heroes going out in a show of explosions and gunfire. Fantasy characters meeting the shining end of a blade. Even when he accepted his place in Milgram, it filled his mind with images of gallows and electric chairs. 
Whatever this slow, lengthy fever was, it was pissing him off. 
He’d lost all sense of time. He could no longer tell which hour the prison bells were marking -- morning and night blended together. Dreaming and waking blended together. His head injury and broken leg and broken bones blended together. It was all just pain at the end of the day. He had nonstop visitors that kept him awake and asked him too many questions and prodded his injuries and made his head spin. Somehow, he was simultaneously alone every time he rolled over to talk to someone. Painfully, suffocatingly alone. 
If Kotoko was going to kill him with those ridiculous emo boots of hers, she should have just done it. He was losing his mind here: devoid of all energy, suffering through broken bones and a cracked head, and boiling in an increasingly fiery fever. Maybe that was the reason he stopped commenting when he watched Amane pocket the medicine Shidou had left him. Maybe that was why he’d stopped following Shidou’s instructions himself. Even after losing an eye and taking a beating herself, Amane always looked at peace. He was tired of dealing with all of this. He wanted a bit of that peace.
Regardless of why, it was working. His fever had quickly gone from the biggest pain in his ass to the very thing that dulled his racing thoughts. 
He awoke suddenly, or maybe he’d already been awake. He couldn’t feel anything in his limbs. There was only a breathless heat around him. He raised himself into a sitting position, looking for a drink. Moving his head felt like one of those glitching computer windows that leaves a trail of copies behind it. The room swam around him. His eyes moved absently around him.
Fuuta picked up the glass that someone had left him. His fingers were clumsy, and it immediately went crashing to the ground. He hardly heard the noise as it broke apart on the concrete below. 
He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He’d just go get a drink himself. Shidou told him not to get up without help. But what did he know? Thinking of the man ordering him around only drove Fuuta to step out of bed even quicker. He cried out, pain shooting through his leg. That was right, it was broken… 
Fuuta looked down, finding himself on the ground. It was so hot. Maybe this is what she felt, he thought numbly. Was it this slow for her too? Probably not. She had no regrets to fill the time like he did. The heroes got quick, beautiful deaths, and it was the villains who had to suffer the long ones. 
He lifted his right palm from where it had caught his fall. The shattered glass on the floor had cut into it. Shattered glass? What had broken? He stared blankly at the blood dripping down. 
He didn’t have the strength to raise himself up. He was burning. Why was he on the ground? Was he bleeding? He could barely breathe. What was he doing here, anyway? He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so weak... just to lie down... he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Was that such a bad thing...?
A voice caught his attention. His eyes struggled to focus on the figure who’d come running into the cell. He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but he was happy when she pressed her cool little hands against his forehead. 
He allowed her to prop him up next to the bed. She held onto his hand, squeezing it tight. Why was she holding it like that? That hand was bleeding. When did that happen?
Her arms wrapped tightly around him. He wanted to shove her away -- it was too hot -- but couldn’t. In his ear, he could make out her words. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Fuuta. Don’t leave me alone. I’m so sorry...”
As she pulled back, he recognized Amane. Her uninjured eye was filled with tears. Was she upset? He thought he’d been making her happy. He wanted to keep making her happy. He’d never made anyone happy before. 
He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. They all scrambled up in his mouth. He felt the cell swirling around him.
Amane raised her voice. She looked desperately upwards. “This can’t be --! This isn’t right!” 
Fuuta looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there. 
“I can’t do this anymore.”
She continued talking. Fuuta was too busy studying the ceiling. She was shouting. Or maybe crying. Fuuta didn’t like that she was so upset. Huh, had there been someone there? He surveyed the empty cell. What was he doing on the ground?
He looked down at his hand. The sheet from his bed had been pulled down and wrapped hastily around it. Why? His eyes felt sticky as he blinked. Everything hurt. It was so hot. What was going on? He was so angry. He was so scared. He wanted to cry. Why was he here? Why couldn’t he just hurry up and die already?
The next time she entered, Fuuta recognized Amane instantly. Her one hand pointed to him, the other held onto someone else. The second figure hurried over to him. 
Fuuta was not a big fan of dying. Shidou reassured him he wouldn’t.
“You’re wearing the eyepatch,” Fuuta observed. 
He was playing a dangerous game, drawing attention to it like that. He was too exhausted, and his curiosity won out over his better judgment. If Amane was going to explode with one of her typical speeches, he’d just let her.
She didn’t. 
Amane’s hand drifted up to her eye. It had been hastily covered before, but now it was cleaned and wrapped in professional-grade materials. She simply said,  “Kajiyama Fuuta. How do you feel?”
“Like shit.”
“But--”
“-- But I’m better, yeah.”
Amane nodded, her shoulders releasing. 
“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Shidou had told him what happened, but it was difficult to believe. He couldn’t quite trust his own memory of the night. No matter how much clearer his mind felt since receiving proper treatment, those days of fever still muddled together. He heard that Amane had up and switched her beliefs overnight -- she was now complacent about all of Shidou's treatments -- but Fuuta knew people didn't just change like that. He wanted to hear it for himself.
She lowered her gaze in shame. “I… I thought you hated me.” Her voice was steady. “As you should. I almost killed you. I accept any ill will you may feel.”
“I -- what? You’re wrong. You… it wasn’t…” He grabbed his head, grunting in frustration.
After standing awkwardly in the entryway the whole time, Amane took a few steps inside. She made it to his bedside when he finally collected his thoughts. 
“It was your fucked up family or whatever that caused everything. They did this. And I went along and made things worse.” He looked away. His next words felt stupid to say to a little kid. He felt like the most pathetic, weak, loser. But it was too important not to say.
“They almost killed me. You saved me.”
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Can i request for Kazuichi making braids on Mikan's hair?
Yes you can!
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