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brooklynisher · 2 months
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SPG headcanon where the bots can feel every emotion that goes into each song whenever they're playing it.
Zer0's having the best day of his life whenever he plays Shattered Stars
But when the Spine plays Fire Fire
The feelings go away almost instantaneously once the song's over
Something about chance of malfunction, robot emotions accidentally getting fixed, yada yada yada yada, robot suffering
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officesuppliez · 5 months
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my william afton designs :] one with a background:
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he likely got the chipped tooth from one of the victims fighting back. oh, william. you failure.
ah, yes, and he has pierced ears. I also intended to give him painted fingernails, but, that shall be for another time.
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baby-xemnas · 10 months
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a breed of guy
(they couldnt be more different)
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aoral · 9 months
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“Kidnapping seems to be the only language this fucking server understands.”
True Tubbo, so true.
...Or maybe, just perhaps, try violence next time? I'm sure they understand the language.
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tevintersnakes · 4 days
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Here it is with rest of the mess (excl. the layers that were all just shipping stuff between various oc's)
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brbgensokyo · 4 months
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its been nearly 24 hours an im still laughing about that CR candelabra obscura shit. Like, "This world has no bigotry but the cops are racist" is like funny on its own but the fucking scar system is so fucking bad
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toastedclownery · 8 months
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So silly :o)
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cinemaocd · 10 months
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Must a movie be "good?" Is it not enough that it is a feast for the senses and provides a break for you to ponder metaphysics for a short while?
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jennaflare · 1 year
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Parlor
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0809sysblings · 7 months
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I'm always like "don't become blinded by your own biases. don't let yourself be influenced by your past experiences" and then I say something and I'm like "I passed I did it this is so objective" but then looking back and rereading it weeks or days or even just hours later I'm like "FUCK I let myself be influenced by my personal experiences and biases from those experiences"
but that's the beauty of human nature, ain't it... (<- coping)
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koushirouizumi · 8 months
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{Syo}+{Natsuki}+{Ren}+{Otoya} ~ "U.U.U.U"
{WARNING: VERY FLASHY Please turn down your brightness setting beforehand if you think you need it!!}
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ramblemeflowers · 11 months
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✨welcome to my blog :]✨
so a few small things - hi, I'm vio!
✨ i prefer they/them pronouns <3
✨ i'm aspec :]
✨ i'm an adult (in age lol)
✨ i will be posting about my interests and hyperfixations freely, so this blog isn't dedicated to only one fandom or topic
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✨ I've recently rebranded, so if you happen to recognize me; hi, it's still me! (my url used to be tony-my-beloved)
✨tags-list to be added lol
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gawayne · 2 years
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!!
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ladyinsertnamehere · 2 years
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Roses and Thorns part 3
Special thanks to @magziemakeswhatever who wanted to be tagged in the next installment, along with everyone who liked or reblogged my last installments.
Fair warning: past intimate-pretty-creepy whumper, conditioned/obedient whumpee, whumpee tolerating physical contact and even asking for it even though they are struggling to tolerate (non-sexual dubcon? is that? is that the word?), mentions of blood, lacerations, bruises around the throat, and whumpee being emaciated and frail (in the context that this is what Damion thinks is “beautiful” and “perfect” the prick), fear of abandonment. Ask me to tag anything else.
It was just the two of them, sitting on the couch, watching the morning news turn to the weather forecast, Beatrice with her head in Darius's lap. Ardal was still asleep, having stayed awake most of the night before, because "Whatever that asshole has planned, I ain't givin' him the satisfaction of it." Darius didn't feel it was right to wake him now, since Ardal didn't really have any responsibilities or a job yet. Though of course, neither did Beatrice. 
Her only responsibility then and there was to lazily lie her head on his thighs, letting him stroke her hair. Darius had put a lot of effort into brushing Beatrice's hair until it was soft and perfect to comb his fingers through, and Beatrice was going to let him admire his work. She stayed there, perfectly still and obedient, as Darius grazed her ear. She put everything she had into paying no mind to the way his fingers traced the back and side of her neck. This was fine. She was going to be a good pet, no matter what.
Darius glanced down at the clenched figure lying perfectly still in his lap. She seemed to be uncomfortable with what he was doing. Makes sense, he thought, she's probably not used to physical affection yet. He picked his hand up and moved it over to the couch cushion.
Why did he stop? Beatrice was confused. She looked up at him, his eyes facing straight forward at the tv. Had he gotten bored with her? Was she no longer his perfect pet? Was she going to be discarded, thrown away in a cardboard box on the street?
Darius heard a slight whimper from the person in his lap. He looked down to see the biggest, saddest eyes his own eyes had ever met. Concern made its way onto his face and softness into his voice: "What's wrong, sweetie?" Beatrice took his hand in her own and lay it back atop her head, eyes still pleading for more. A brief flash of confusion twisted Darius's face, before settling into a look of acceptance. "Alright, then," he said, going back to stroking her hair.
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"Oh, my darling," Damion cooed, "my precious little angel."
Tris was lucky that it was so pretty covered in blood. The wounds had stopped bleeding now, but the evidence was still there - the laceration scars, the dried blood smeared all over the pet's back. The bruises around its throat brought out the color in its big doe eyes. Yes, there were perks to being pretty - it meant that in between the lashings, Damion would cradle you in his arms and tell you how gorgeous you looked.
The pet's hair was silky soft, in spite of how tangled it was. Damion just tugged at the knots, hoping to unfurl them into a cascading waterfall of hair so blonde it looked silver. Its face was soft, like the plush of a baby's toy. Its eyelashes flitted as a smile curled on its lips. Its body was so frail and slender that Damion could practically see its lungs in its ribs. This pet truly was a sight to behold.
But Damion had been thinking, is this pet lonely? Does this pet worry when I'm out? Wouldn't it be lovely if it had a friend?
The doorbell rang, and Damion shuffled the pet's head out of his lap. Tris seemed to have been suddenly and rudely awoken by this. Why did he stop? Had he gotten bored with it? Was it no longer his perfect pet? The pet vaguely heard whisperings about a new member of the family, are you sure you can care for it? It's a boy one, and he's willing to do whatever it takes. 
Tris sighed. The pet knew it was disposable and replaceable. It just hadn't expected to last this long.
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knifekirby · 2 years
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*buys a pack of presliced apples and honey from walmart * alrighty boys that's rosh hashanah dinner this year c:
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todayisafridaynight · 2 years
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sorry i obsess over mine’s face 24/7 this will continue to happen
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