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#i am just obsessed with the characters

fuck-off-im-ace · 2 years

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So Loquatius was introduced as a guy not only changing his face, but also the truth, to benefit his own narrative and the people in power. In the end, he’s the one who gave the truth to the people, and allowed them to be saved, at the cost of those in power.

Nydas was introduced as a merchant, accumulating riches and gold. In the end, he’s the one who stopped the saving of that wealth and materials so that the people could live.

Cerrit was introduced as an overworked detective, constantly planning and thinking, at the cost of knowing his family. In the end, he gave everything he had, left his friends to die just for the chance that maybe he could see his family again.

Patia was introduced as a keeper of many secrets, constantly seeking more knowledge because that is where she gets her influence and power over this city. In the end, she’s the one who gave the knowledge necessary to not only save the world, but also make sure that what happened would forever be remembered.

Zerxus was introduced as a paladin filled with doubts and contempt for a city he refused to call home. In the end, he put his fate in the hands of people he never fully trusted, and gave more than his life to save a city he never really loved.

And Laerryn, introduced as the one who would doom the city, the world, with ideas bigger than what even the Age of Arcanum could handle. Laerryn, who sacrificed everything for her work, her legacy. In the end, she gave away the work of her life, her legacy, and her life, to make sure that Exandria would survive the Calamity.

The Calamity was introduced as the day the world was doomed and fell. In the end, the first day of the Calamity was the day Exandria was saved.

#listen i am freaking out about the parallels of Everything okay #i want to watch the whole show again #just to truly enjoy the art of it #i am just obsessed with the characters #i want more of theeem #so sad this is ending #but what a beautiful ending it was #critical role #critical role spoilers #calamity #exu calamity #loquatius seelie #nydas okiro #patia por'co #cerrit agrupnin #zerxus ilerez #laerryn coramar seelie

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changeling-droneco · 7 months

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Everyone's making like discourse points about Kieran as if hes not literally just a kid whos like

"im lonely and feel outcasted and will project on this mythical creature that i can relate to, and then it turned out to be real and everyone kept it a secret from me including someone i had considered a new friend despite knowing how desperately I wanted to give it the companionship I wish I had and im upset about this!"

Like I promise you, as funny as him going Joker is, he's not some like evil cruel manipulator who only wanted to use ogrepon, he's 12 and his favorite character came to life but he didn't even get to enjoy it.

#like i love the fucked up eyes too but hes just some 12 year old who lost his comfort character #pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon dlc #pokemon spoilers #kieran #kieran pokemon #ogrepon #this has been three am thoughts #'hes obsessing about getting stronger' if i lost my fav character because i got my ass handed to me in like five pokemon battles I would to

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tatiejosie · 9 days

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i haven't posted in a while because i'm currently under intensive workload and i'm kinda burnt out from it fighting for my life ngl

DONALD!!!!!!!! I am clinging to this man for dear life!!!! I would perform open-heart surgery on myself for this pathetic creature wtf!!!!

I love what they've done with his character in the animated series of Invincible!! Comic Donald is cool in his own way, but his animated counterpart just HITS different. This miserable man earned his sad meow meow status

Second sketch is me trying to decipher his body type because the artstyle clearly doesn't do justice to chubby muscular bodies and clearly, if they want Donald to be muscular, they can't unchonk him. Gotta do the lord's work.

#invincible #invincible show #donald ferguson #easing myself into this just to see if i am Once Again obsessing over the character no one cares about #Cecil's coming btw #Donald is my meow meow but Cecil's cunty twink charm isn't lost on me. I've got Stuff in the works #art #artists on tumblr #god i am so close to losing it i stg life is really hard and im out there venting in a tumblr post

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gracelesstars · 2 months

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"Back when you first came into my life, I recalled a place that I knew as a child A special place One that I held close to my heart Won’t you lead me in a dance down this winding road where light and shadow entwine to take hold of the thoughts of the one left far behind? Know that, sometimes, I want to turn around and see the things that I’ve passed on the journey, but know with love on my side, with courage and pride, I’ll fight I will carry on"

R.I.P. Akira Toriyama

#Akira Toriyama #Dragon Ball #dragonball #dbz #dragon ball GT #Goku #I haven't seen that stupid fcking show for like 17yrs why the hell am i crying??#like damn #I started watching it when I was 5 #and then it became the first show that I saw to the end #Dragon Ball GT being the first series finale that I've ever experienced #i remember it being so weird as a child to lose something you've had for so long #for years I've been rushing home back from school to be able to see it on TV #...and then decades later seeing that everyone in the world was obsessed with it #it wasn't just my silly little kid show #like everyone under 50 know about Goku #as someone else said he really be up there with Sherlock Holmes Dracula and other legendary characters #What a legacy Akira Toriyama Thank you

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egophiliac · 3 months

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Hi!

What's your favourite Disney movie? And does your preference for the dorms have any influence on their movies and vice versa? Like I know you love Diasomnia so is Sleeping Beauty high up there for you?

I'm just asking because Snow White is actually my favourite Disney Princess and her movie is my favourite yet Pomefiore is my least favourite dorm (but Lion King and Savanaclaw are both in my top two) and I was wondering if it's similar for you?

yessss someone else whose favorite princess is Snow! ❄️

that said, it's hard to say what my favorite movie is, because I'm one of those annoying people who's like "well it depends" (on different aspects, on my mood, on the phase of the moon, etc). though out of the ones represented in Twst, I think it probably is Sleeping Beauty! I think it's really pretty and just a delightful movie! it hits a nice sweet spot for me of being kind of...gently grounded while still having that floaty-fairytale feeling, if that makes sense also I might have had a huge villaincrush on Maleficent that is being massively projected onto Meleanor, shh

although I actually sort of hated Diasomnia at first (l-look, they didn't have cards at first and all we had to go on were the website descriptions that make everyone sound horrible). so I dunno, maybe the influence helped win me over to them! or maybe just because, like everything else in Twst, they were unexpectedly enjoyable in practice?

(I don't think there are any that had a negative influence either, because I am also one of those annoying people who's like "well I don't have a least favorite, I like everybody!") (sob. it's true though.) (I just, I just love characters so much --)

#twisted wonderland #joseimuke games are serious business #i was also OBSESSED with 101 dalmations as a child and it's possible some of my crewel affection may be because of that #or maybe just because he's a silly man who loves his dogs and his fashion and his shouting random english at dumb teenagers #look when i say this game is aimed at me specifically...#admittedly this is a blog for largely shitposty fanart and not nuanced media opinions #but it is generally true that i like all the movies they chose and pretty much like all the characters...i am boring :')#boring and maybe a little too entertained by fictional idiots having emotional problems

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posi-pan · 11 months

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happy pan visibility day!! 💗💛💙

anyone who identifies as pan in some way, on its own or in addition to other labels, all the time or only sometimes, for your attraction or gender, today is for you.

on days like this, i urge everyone to take the time to learn actual pansexual history. if you don’t know where to start doing so, check out my detailed (but non-exhaustive) timeline of pansexual history.

pan people deserve so much better. we deserve to be taken into account and included in things that concern us. we deserve to be treated with the same kind of respect that others get. we deserve support, understanding, love, and fair treatment.

anyways, i hope all pan people are having a lovely day and i hope all non-pan people are treating pan folks well. be kind to yourself and others. 🌈💕

#pansexual #pansexuality #pan positivity #pan pride #panromantic #pansensual #panalterous #panaesthetic #panplatonic #pangender #pictures #mine #long post #i made these graphics on canva and let me tell you: game changer i am obsessed #saw someone tag this as 'undescribed images' so fyi i always use the id feature. if it exceeds the character limit i put it in the caption #(i don't mean this is a snooty way or anything either. i just genuinely want people to know this.)

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 months

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i’ll go see you again tomorrow (spring is coming to an end) ; sashisu

[ part 0 - first meeting ]

synopsis; the gradual blossoming of a youth shared with three strange classmates, at the weird, isolated boarding school you all attend. as the seasons of your first year together pass, the relationship between you changes into something you don’t need to put into words to understand.

word count; 1.6k

contents; sashisu/reader (but can be read as either platonic or romantic, or something inbetween!! i wrote it with the latter in mind), gn!reader, no curses au (dw they’re all still a little bit insane and damaged), very shoujo manga-esque, reader is a little bit in love with all their friends, just wholesome comfy vibes :), characters may be ooc but pls bear with me </3

a/n; this is the shorter opening piece of a sashisu/reader series i’m writing and the first out of six planned parts!! :> the rest will be much longer this is just me setting the tone. sorta. i’m extremely normal about sashisu and i wanted to write something summery and sweet so <3

you first meet them in a sun-soaked classroom, with blue-tinted windows.

the room in question, clearly not having been of use for some time, is just a little dusty. enough that you notice it, nose scrunching up as your gaze trails over the space.

tiny specks of light dance around, meeting and intersecting between the gaps where streaks of sunlight fall and illuminate the floorboards. they’re oddly mesmerizing, a little hard to forget. the flicker of their movement begins to etch itself into your retinas; for some reason, you can’t quite take your eyes off them.

eventually, your attention is caught by something else, coaxing you into moving your gaze towards the translucent windows. they glimmer softly, tantalizingly in the sunlight, reflecting the blue of the sky. through the glass, it’s all you can see at first — a sky so blue that it’s a little irritating. big, white clouds are scattered like splotches of paint across a blue canvas, treading gently over the boundary of your vision.

in a similar fashion, the ground of the schoolyard is littered with dots of white. for just a second, you delude yourself into thinking that it’s snow; it’s not until you spot the skeletal trees and their pale blossoms that you see them for what they are. soft petals flutter down to the ground eagerly, covering everything in a pure white.

it really is eerily reminiscent of a snowy landscape, ephemeral in its beauty. it gives you the impression of having stepped over some sort of threshold, into another realm, another world entirely. coated in apricot blossoms, soaked in sunlight.

(it shouldn’t be possible from where you’re standing, behind the windows — but the scent reaches you all the same. everything smells of apricots.)

it’s springtime, and you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to share with three other kids, all standing in front of you and wearing mildly indifferent expressions as you give each other a brief glance.

you try not to stare too hard, but it’s difficult to resist the temptation. three new classmates, mysterious and just slightly intimidating; two guys, and one girl. the tiny glances you steal at them aren’t very sneaky, but you doubt they’d care, when they’re all doing the same.

you study their appearances, eager to sate the curiosity clawing at your heart.

the girl is pretty.

the expression on her face is laid-back, almost bored, and she looks a little like she doesn’t quite want to be here. her hair reaches down to her chin, just barely, brown and smooth and silky. estimating her exact height is a little tough; you can tell she’s fairly short, but you don’t know how much of it is exaggerated, courtesy of her placement between the other two. their lanky legs and broad shoulders only make her look smaller in comparison.

her eyes are chestnut-coloured, a little dim, somewhat hazy. there’s a mole under one of her eyes, too, and you’re acutely aware of how charming you find it. you’re relieved to have at least one girl in your class, anyhow. you hope she’s nice.

the boy on her right is pretty, too.

he’s much taller, and wearing a somewhat serious expression, but something about him feels almost comforting all the same. he seems relaxed, but also sharp, as his eyes trail across the room. his hair is black and silky, and it’s long — or so you assume, judging by the fact that he’s got it in a bun. two things about him stand out in particular; one, the black gauges on his ears, and two, a single lock of hair framing his face. his hair is tied up and neat, prim and proper, with the exception of his bangs. you don’t think it looks bad, exactly, but it’s an odd choice.

at first glance, you think his eyes are black, but when a ray of sunlight falls across his face you realize that they’re brown. a deep colour, oddly soothing, warm. little sparks of amber glitter in the depths of his irises, illuminated only by the sun. it gives you the impression that there’s more to him than meets the eye.

then there’s the other boy.

he’s the most intimidating out of the three, without a doubt, though you still can’t pinpoint exactly why. he strikes you as particularly unnerving; maybe it’s the expression on his face, that you can’t seem to identify. he’s also tall, very tall, even taller than the other guy — though only by a smidge. he towers over you slightly, and that unnerves you even further. there’s something in the way he’s standing that almost seems a little menacing. his hair is white, and soft, and just a tad messy. and he’s wearing a pair of round sunglasses, even though you’re indoors.

you can’t see his eyes well, behind the black glass, but you get the vague impression that they’re blue when sunlight cascades down the contours of his face and reflects in them.

you take another moment to simply look at them, observing them, as if trying to reach some sort of conclusion about what they’re like. it doesn’t really work, but you do get some semblance of an impression.

finally, your teacher clears his throat, breaking the silence of the classroom — urging you to hurry up and get the introductions done and over with. the impatient reminder snaps all four of you out of your collective trance.

the first person to speak up is the boy with the weird bangs. that alone gives you a sense of his personality; polite, proper, the first to do the thing no one really wants to do.

”my name is suguru geto,” he begins, well mannered. ”it’s nice to meet you.” his voice is pleasant, somehow. nice to listen to. there’s something comforting about it, that you can’t quite place; it sounds almost familiar, like you’ve heard it all your life.

then, the cute girl chimes in, casual and unbothered as she fiddles with something in her pocket. ”shoko ieiri. just call me shoko,” she says, short and sweet.

she really is pretty, you muse, bathed in the streaks of sunlight falling haphazardly across the room. and she seems nice, not uptight or obnoxious; the kind of person that’s easy to talk to, easy to be friends with. you think you like her already. but she notices your lingering stare, and so you look away, gaze falling to the floorboards.

finally, after a slight pause, the boy with the sunglasses speaks up. you still can’t get a good read on his expression. ”… satoru gojo,” is all he says, and you can’t seem to grasp his tone of voice, either.

it irks you, though. you’re not sure why. you almost get the sense that he thinks he’s appeasing you, by introducing himself, like hearing his name is a priviliege. that, and you feel a little like you’re being dissected when his gaze falls on you — like he’s weighing your value, deciding your worth. you think you almost catch a glimpse of his eyes behind the black tint of his glasses, and they strike you as acutely menacing, bright blue and uncanny. you decide that you don’t like him, and that his sunglasses are kinda ugly.

their gazes fall on you, at last.

you’re the only one whose name they don’t know, now. it’s a kind of power, in a way, the power of mystery. intrigue. their stares feel heavy on your skin, and you feel more than a little nervous; but you’re intent on following the silent cue, all the same.

and you do so, dutifully, raising your hand up in a silent hello before tentatively saying your name. then, in a voice you hope doesn’t come across as bored or unpleasant:

”— it’s nice to meet you.”

some of them hum in affirmation, as if to say it’s nice to meet you too — others remain silent. even when the introductions are finished, you continue to look at each other, vaguely and discreetly, as if trying to look inside each other’s heads.

but then your teacher begins to speak, in an authorative voice, and you’re snapped out of the trance, once more.

he babbles on and on, about something you’re sure is important, something about the school and the classes you’ll be having and the dorms and so on. you try to listen, you really do, but it’s tough — you vaguely get the gist, but all you can really think about is your classmates, still so mysterious and intimidating.

you try to repeat their names, inside your mind, trying to ingrain them into your memory.

suguru geto, shoko ieiri, and satoru gojo.

you still don’t really know what to think about them. shoko will probably be fairly easy for you to warm up to, but the other two are a different story. all three of them seem to have strong personalities, reflected in their eyes; a dim hazel, a deep umber, and a stark azure. you don’t know what’s hidden in them, but you have a strange inkling that you will, in due time.

that’s how the four of you meet. and in this moment, as you look into their eyes for the first time, you have no idea how much your life has changed — how much they’ll change it for the better.

you only know that it’s springtime, and that you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to spend with these three kids in front of you, who you know nothing about. some part of your soul urges you to find out, for yourself.

maybe you will.

(outside the sun-soaked classroom, through the blue-tinted windows, the world observes your meeting with bated breath and barely contained excitement.)