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medusas-daughter · 2 years

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#I died I'm dead #house of the dragon #house targaryen #aegon the elder #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye

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paxopalotls · 3 months

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The fanfictions are infecting me with brainrot oh my god have some au doodles before I explode

#the fanon here hits different idk #like?? why is there so much vivisection #danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #danny fenton #danny fenton fanart #dp #dp fanart #this is like a #fully dead au #where no one knows #kind of thing #jazz fenton #bc I'm obsessed with their sibling dynamic #why are they on the roof pax #bc after Danny died jazz started stargazing as a way of feeling closer to him #fuck you #I have thoughts about this au actually #in it Jack and maddy are still trying to get rid of the ghosts but mostly as penance #bc they know the ghost portal is what killed Danny #and they want revenge #Danny's aware of this but convinced his parents wouldn't love him enough to believe him if he revealed himself as their son #jazz helps phantom without knowing he's Danny #pax art #pax doodles #pax rambling #technically #tho all the rambling is in the tags

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hedgehog-moss · 2 months

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Help me settle a debate with my friends! If it seems difficult to choose that's normal, we've already dealt with the animals that are easy to sort (e.g. goats and mice are the two extremes on the spectrum of animal civility) and these are the more dicey choices that are on a similar level of perceived politeness.

#tbh i think the giraffe shouldn't be in there. they don't look particularly affable to me more like they mind their own business at best #but i think i'm influenced by the arsehole giraffe character from that kimba cartoon when i was a kid #ok i just googled it because i didn't want to badmouth a giraffe in case i remembered wrong #and learnt that raff the giraffe ''died from his injuries and from dehydration''#i feel terrible for speaking ill of the dead. please don't let that influence your vote though

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ozonegrrrl · 1 month

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letting out 8 years of pain ,,,, i don't think AJ has ever seen her cry before 😭😭😭

#the walking dead game #she needs a hug #ohbmy god #dies #i love them #they deserve the world #i'm so normal #telltale the walking dead #twdg #twdg fanart #twdg s4 #digital art #the walking dead #twdg clementine #twdg aj

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originalartblog · 1 year

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I can excuse Dazai not trying to nullify Shibusawa's fog because Fyodor was there, and they really could have just incapacitated Dazai and gone right back to their nefarious plan

but the facts are that Shibusawa was unknowingly keeping himself alive as a singularity and Dazai can nullify singularities, so there was a much less convoluted way to stop him.

#edit: now with bonus in the notes #dazai had no way of knowing shibusawa died because of atsushi years ago AND he was already out when fyodor made the big twist reveal #so he can only learn the facts from atsushi after it already ended #this is filed under my 'dazai fucks up big time' category #i wrote a post about it on my main some months ago and i watched dead apple again recently so i decided to illustrate this ksjfdhkjgh #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd dead apple #dead apple #bsd atsushi #bsd dazai #bsd nakajima atsushi #bsd dazai osamu #nawy's comics #i decided i'm impatient tonight i'm posting it now

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arthursfuckinghat · 2 months

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The tragedy that is Arthur Morgan is something that keeps me up at night.

That man lived day to day thinking life was just a tally chart of his sins and that he was forever damned, to the point where he was silently suicidal.

He lived and died thinking that no matter what good he did, it would never make up for his existence - in the type of life he didn't get to choose.

And what's worse is that he still tried. He tried and gave absolutely everything to the people he cared about, to the people he loved, and he watched all of it crumble before him.

He was a dog that was tricked into thinking it was a wolf, a stag who was taught to be a moose, that died to unwavering loyalty.

#they were right #he is a shakespearian tragic hero #oh arthur #oh how often I mourn for a man who dies when I let him #when I play the game as intended #what choice do I have?#your fate is sealed #I'm no god #I cannot change the game #I may only bend the rules #but nothing is forever #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #mick rants #red dead redemption 2 spoilers

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royalarchivist · 6 months

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Cellbit: Yeah, [Bobby is] our son.

Roier: What?

Cellbit: He's our son, no? Or not? Am I not?

Roier: I mean… he's already dead. [...] By the time we got married, he was no longer around. So in theory, in theory-

Cellbit: But in my heart, he is my son.

Roier: Oh, that's fine, in your heart, yes. In your heart, yes. But actually-

Cellbit: He could have been my son, he could have been.

Roier: But actually, he is my son and Jaiden’s.

Cellbit: Yes yes, definitely, of course.

Roier: [Smacks him] Exactly. Well, you're the step-father, you know?

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Cellbit: Hey Tina, have you met Bobby? I don't think you did, right?

Tina: I met him a little bit earlier, he's so cute!

Roier: Aww

Tina: I told him I like StarBobby.

Cellbit: Yeah, it's our son.

Roier: What? But-

Cellbit: He's our son, no? Or not? Am I not?

Roier: I mean... he's already dead.

Cellbit: That's true, that's true.

Roier: By the time we got married, he was no longer around.

Cellbit: That's true, true.

Roier: So in theory, in theory-

Cellbit: But in my heart, he is my son.

Roier: Oh, that's fine, in your heart, yes. In your heart, yes. But actually-

Bagi: Am I the auntie?

Cellbit: He could have been my son, he could have been.

Roier: But actually, he is my son and Jaiden’s.

Cellbit: Yes yes, definitely, of course.

Roier: [Smacks him] Exactly. Well, you're the step-father, you know?

Bagi: So I don't think I'm your auntie, sorry. Unless you want to!

Cellbit: Yes, fake dad, fake dad. Fake father.

Roier: But it's ok. It's ok.

Cellbit: It's ok, it's ok.

Roier: It's this dumbass' fault he died anyways.

#Roier #Cellbit #Guapoduo #Bobby #QSMP #Saw people straight up lying about what they said during this exchange so this is just me slapping down the receipts #Roier's right though! At that point in time he and Cellbit weren't married nor did they have that kind of relationship #If Bobby hadn't died maybe Cellbit COULD'VE been some kind of guardian to him #But Bobby is; and has always been; Roier and Jaiden's son #As a side note #With how involved Roier is in fandom stuff #I'm sure he's seen how frequently Jaiden gets left out and/or replaced with Cellbit in family art #So whether this is his gentle reminder to fans or just him establishing a boundary in a relationship: Roier is based #And it's a disservice to his and Cellbit's characters to take their words out of context and/or purposefully misinterpret them #Cellbit understood where Roier was coming from and explained how he saw things #(''I could've been'' ''in my heart'' etc.)#and Roier explained his perspective #(''We weren't married yet'' ''He was already dead by then'' ''Jaiden and I are his parents'')#Communication is the foundation to any good relationship!#and Guapoduo do it well. Usually #The fandom could learn a thing or two from QSMP; aka ''Communications SMP''#Bagi in the background going ''I'm an auntie? :D'' then ''oh no I'm not your auntie'' then ''Haha UNLESS?'' is so funny

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jsmithcameronx · 8 months

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The biggest tool an actor can have – or the biggest gift an actor can have – and it’s partly learned and partly innate, is empathy. Because if you’re playing a character, and maybe they’re disagreeable, your job is to get in that person’s head and represent them. It’s the thing at the root of what makes an actor an actor. ~ J. Smith-Cameron for 1883 Magazine

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winepresswrath · 2 months

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sudden yearning for time travelling teen jiang fengmian lands at lotus pier fic that winds up being about a perfectly nice kid having a varying series of "oh no. i don't like that. that's a lot" reactions.

#i think in order for this to be satisfying i have to give grace and interiority to teenmian #i'm picturing an older teen like 18ish? maybe even early 20s?#big crush on csr he's already pretty sure isn't going to work out #but at least he'll always have wei-xiong #anyway this is my ploy to give jfm a chance at an ugly crying meltdown #he's trying so hard to be even keeled and like #maybe take this as an evil vision designed to teach him something #but somewhere in between my crush stole my man and then they died #my whole sect burned #my grown ass son who is older than me making the vibe sooooo weird #and my grandson! child of my dead???? daughter??????#is just like yeah he never talks about you. no never never #and then wwx blows into town and idk somehow they all end up at dinner together and jfm politely calls lqr a punk ass bitch in front of lwj #because what???? context clues suggest lqr has the fucking nerve to not like wei xiong's baby after All That #only for adult son with the weird vibes #to imply only filial piety is keeping him from naming the real #punk ass bitch #anyway this ends with jfm crying because clearly he marries yuanyuan and she HATES HIM and then his own son ALSO HATES HIM #and would rather stupid Lan-er-gongzi #be his dad.#if you like lqr so much why don't you just join the lan sect then?????#and that's how jc learns he didn't get it all from his mama #jc didn't mean it he was stressed! this isn't his dad it's an a-ling sized kid. but it's still stressful

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canisalbus · 7 months

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what kind of hobbies does machete have, and is there any artist, musical or visual, that he likes in particular?

He's an avid reader and has an impressive personal library. Crowds and big public events aren't his thing but he enjoys going to theatre and opera occasionally. He commissions and collects art, I'd like to believe he's a patron to at least a couple of painters and sculptors. If I had to pick one artist to be his favorite, I think it might be an obvious choice but I'd have to go with Caravaggio, a contemporary of his.

#look at that chiaroscuro #moody dramatic violent religious Caravaggio #I'm not sure if Machete would be able to afford his services he was already lauded and in high demand in his lifetime #but it's fiction let me believe #fun fact he's one of those famous painters that are frequently speculated to have been gay #he showed up painted some of the most influential works in european art history lived a turbulent life murdered a guy and died young #I keep being bummed about the fact that I can't make Machete a Bernini fanboy #Bernini fits his vibes #but he's very likely already dead by the time Bernini's career kicks off their timelines don't align very well at all #answered #anonymous #Machete

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concert-bflat · 8 months

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ONE THING THAT FUCKING KILLS ME ABOUT IVAN AND TILL SINGING MY CLEMANTIS THAT I'M NOT SEEING ANYONE POINT OUT??

IN THE ORIGINAL MY CLEMANTIS MIZI AND SUA SING THE FINAL “MY CLEMANTIS” TOGETHER BUT IN TILL AND IVAN’S VERSION IVAN SINGS IT ALONE???

You know. Because. Unrequited Feelings and All.

THE FACT THAT HE SINGS THAT LINE AFTER SINGING "Oh my Clemantis, please stay by my side"

TILL DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO HUM THE LAST PART WITH IVAN, NOR DOES HE SING THE LAST LINE WITH HIM LIKE MIZI AND SUA DO TOGETHER. HE FUCKING DOESN'T STAY BY IVAN'S SIDE

ALSO. IVAN'S VOICE TREMORING AT THE VERY END OF HIM SAYING THE FINAL "CLEMANTIS"

I FUCKING HATE IT HERE

#alien stage #till alien stage #ivan alien stage #ivantill #alnst #I HATE IT #I HATE IT HERE #I HATE UNREQUITED LOVE #YES MY BLOG HAS BEEN DEAD FOR SO LONG AND I'M ALIVE AGAIN TO ALNST POST SHUT UP #I'M JUST IN PAIN OKAY #IVAN WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME MAN #I HOPE HE DIES IN ROUND 6 /J

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

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You guys WILL look at my tags on this /lh

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tardxsblues · 1 year

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Look, I have a duty of care, okay? You know what that is? Of course I know what a duty of care is. What are you suggesting?

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mroddmod · 2 years

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eddie freakin' munson

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanart #fanart #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #mods art #mods draws #modsisawesome #i'm mostly posting this to prove to you all that i'm not dead #i got covid #so i haven't been able to work on much lol #so i just did this quick little doodle to prove to you all that i have not yet died #yet

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ladycrimsonandblack · 1 month

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the more we learn about the original hikaru, the more i'm surprised at how fake he was. we're introduced to him as a sporty, vaguely popular teen from yoshiki's memories, and at first you think that's all there is to him. he went into the woods, and died looking at a funny tree, thus starting up the plot for yoshiki and 'hikaru'.

but then you learn that he's a liar. that he never cried and could be careless and a little cruel, and that he hid behind a joke and a smile. that he was fully capable of keeping secrets from his best friend, and seemingly felt no issue with it. his dad confessed to murdering and dismembering people for an empty tradition, and hikaru never mentioned a word of that to anyone for more than a year. he was ready to continue the tradition himself.

compare that to 'hikaru' who is, if anything, painfully honest with yoshiki, who doesn't know how to lie or how to act. yes, he kills people, but he's a monster; that's what monsters do.

hikaru, on the other hand, was painfully human and fully ready to shoulder the indou sins on his shoulders. the narrative gradually obliterates the first impression you get of him; the hikaru you learn about in the first chapter is not the same as hikaru from chapter 25, and the difference is... considerable.

the more we read, the more everything is reframed, and i love it.

#the summer hikaru died #hikaru ga shinda natsu #hgsn spoilers #to be honest i did not go into this manga expecting the bodysnatching eldritch monster to be one of the more boring characters #not that 'hikaru' is bad character or anything #i love him #but his struggle with identity and humanity was expected #whatever the hell is going on with yoshiki and hikaru was not #i'm pleasantly surprised by the complexity they've managed to put into an already dead character

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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One of Us is Guilty; Epilogue (Final)

Azul is now gone, but the actual room is known. Perhaps they will live to tell this tale.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Jade Leech, Silver, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond, Rook Hunt

Content; Murder mystery, the ending of this tale

Content Warnings; Blood, injury, death, murder, kidnapping (aka dead dove content)

Word Count; 1.3 K

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Azul was gone, in much a similar manner as Cater — the only evidence serving that he was there being the shattered glasses that now lay on the ground.

“AZUL!” Jade was too late though, and this was the most emotion that he had really shown that night; the bottled emotions finally coming to the surface.

He knelt down and carefully picked up the glasses, paying no mind to the tiny shards that pricked at his skin through his gloves. Paying no mind to the pinpricks of scarlet that had begun to stain the white fabric. And he stared at the broken glass; in a way, it represented their night. Normal enough at first, but once you got too close, it cuts at you and makes you bleed… it hurts you. And Jade was hurting, he had been since he had found the Prefect’s body earlier that night.

There was no time though; to mourn, to panic, to freeze. Time would come later, now was the time for action; to stop this here and now.

“Sorry,” Jade breathed, dusting himself off, and pocketing Azul’s glasses. “Are you both alright?”

Silver and Vil both looked at Jade, taking in the slight tremble of his hands as well as the pinpricks of blood that stained his gloves. The calm mask had slipped for a mere second, but they both knew that this affected Jade just as much as it affected them.

“None of us are alright,” Vil sighed, massaging his temples. “And you don’t need to apologize; it’s okay to not be alright… especially in this situation.”

Silver nodded his head in agreement. “If it were Malleus… I would have the same reaction,” he whispered. “You’re strong, Jade.”

Jade pursed his lips but said nothing, instead just offering them both a silent nod; he got the message, but he also knew this was neither the time nor place to lose control of himself.

“But if the teacher’s lounge wasn’t the room–” Silver mused.

“The library,” Vil exclaimed, eyes widening at the realization. “Think about it; where was Rook at the beginning of all this? The library!” Vil calmed himself down though, since that outburst was quite unlike him. “And if Cater and Azul are being held there, that’s where they will likely be.”

Silver and Jade looked at each other before looking back at Vil, and they followed after him, hands on their pens; ready for the worst, but hoping for the best. Because hope was the only thing that they had now.

…

The library was brightly lit up, almost harshly so. And although it was bright, the brightness cast equally as dark shadows.

Rook was nowhere to be seen, and that was both reassuring and a cause for dread. If he wasn’t here, he could be anywhere — hiding.

“Stay together,” Vil murmured, taking the lead again.

Silver and Jade looked at each other, each of them taking to a side of Vil; Silver to his left, and Jade to his right.

“MhmMMMMM!”

Muffled yelling; at least one of them was alive.

Following the muffled sounds, Vil, Silver and Jade found themselves in a sheltered alcove of the library. And amongst the dusty books that rarely got any use was Cater, who was looking at the trio with tears in his eyes, and Azul, who was currently unconscious.

They were both alive. And while the trio felt tremendous relief that they were both alive, they couldn’t help but question why.

Why did Rook spare them? Why did he kill Crowley? Why did he kill Crowley and Professor Crewel with magic, yet he slit the Ramshackle Prefect’s throat? Expired love potions caused some nasty side effects, but nothing to this level of violence and bloodlust.

Jade acted first though, cutting Cater free of his bounds first; using the broken glass from Azul’s glasses to cut through the ropes.

Once Cater was free of the ropes, he ripped the gag off, taking it heaving breaths. “Get out,” he hissed, gripping Jade’s shoulders. “He’s planning something and you need to get out!”

Jade stared into Cater’s eyes and nodded, and took his hands off his shoulders before moving over to Azul. “We will, but not without both of you,” he said just loud enough that Cater could barely make it out.

Vil and Silver covered Jade as he cut through Azul’s ropes, and then carried his house warden like a bag of potatoes over his shoulder. Yes, he would be livid once he woke up, but this allowed Jade to carry Azul while wielding his pen, should he need to protect himself, Azul, or the group.

And right as they were about to cross the threshold of the library’s doors, they slammed shut, and all the lights died out.

It was a trap, but I already knew that. It was too easy. Vil thought to himself, and brought out his pen, illuminating their immediate area in a purple glow.

“Ah, leaving so soon?” Rook’s voice called out from the darkness, a breathy chuckle echoing off the walls.

Vil grabbed a book, and while the others were looking at him with shock — since now is not the time to read — he paid them no mind. “It seems that you caught us,” he answered, hoping that some banter would allow him to do what he needed to do.

Give me a few minutes of time, please. Vil looked into the darkness, searching for that familiar face. “It is awfully rude of you though, to leave your guests in the dark. After all, you can only see the fairest of them all with proper lighting.”

Leave, get out now. Vil’s message got across though, and using the third-year’s distraction, Jade (still with Azul over his shoulder), Silver and Cater managed to slip through the door.

“Roi du Poison, what are you planning? Do you think I would be so foolish to accept anything from you knowing how your unique magic works?” Rook finally stepped out from the darkness, just enough to where he was faintly visible.

Vil quirked his brow at Rook and shook his head, “No, I know you well enough.” But do you know me when I’ve been backed into a corner? “And I know that the real Rook wouldn’t do any of this. It’s the duty of the beautiful to take responsibility for all of their choices. So — Take. Responsibility.” Vil hissed, his grip tightening on the book.

Rook cocked his head, staring at Vil with empty eyes, the sclera still stained black. “Why does the cat chase the mouse, even though its food dish is full? Why does someone hunt, but not for food?” Rook mused, taking a few steps closer, not breaking eye contact with Vil.

Just a bit closer.

“For sport. For the thrill,” Vil tutted. “Was that what all of this was for then? For you to just have fun hunting down your professors and peers just because you were bored?!”

Rook stopped walking, just an arm's distance away from Vil. “No, it wasn’t fun; they didn’t know…”

Now.

Vil took a breath, stealing his nerves. “You trapped yourself, and you shall remain trapped until we find a way to fix this,” he placed a hand on Rook’s shoulder, and once Rook looked at Vil’s hand in curiosity, Vil pushed the book he was holding to Rook’s chest.

Remain trapped until we find a way to fix this.

And the book sucked Rook into its pages; a prison of paper. And Vil slumped to the floor. Out of relief — that for now, it was over — but also exhaustion. He was so tired.

And while, yes, Rook was now caught, he and the others still had far to go. With reporting everything that had happened. To figuring out how to free Rook and reverse the effects of the potion. To working through the trauma they all had lived through, since this whole ordeal definitely had taken its toll on all of them.

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Fin!

Author's Note; Thank you to everyone who voted throughout the duration of this event. Without you, none of this would be possible. I hope that you enjoyed this event as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

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