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deadboyswalking · 15 hours
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Right after Zoro and Sanji get engaged, only hours from the proposal, they have an interesting late-night conversation.
"Gonna have to be a long engagement, Curly."
"And why's that?" Sanji asks sleepily from his comfortable position lying on Zoro's chest, "Having second thoughts already?"
"No!" Zoro replies, a bit too sharply before softening, "It'll just be a while until we can get back to the East Blue."
Sanji is silent for a long moment.
"Do you still have... family there?" he asks.
"No, but you do," Zoro says quietly, "You'd be sad if your old man weren't there."
Oh. Sanji hasn't even had a chance to think about Zeff yet, but Zoro has. Though Sanji was the one to propose, Zoro has clearly been thinking about this for a while. Zoro knows how important Zeff is to Sanji, how much Sanji loves The Baratie and the chefs there, and he's already planning for them to go back home for their wedding.
It's so different from Whole Cake Island, an unfamiliar and extravagant place where Sanji had been surrounded by detested blood relations, enemies, and strangers while he awaited political marriage to a sweet girl he barely knew. But Zoro knows Sanji and knows what he really wants, even if Sanji would never make a fuss and bring it up himself.
Sanji has never felt this loved.
"Yeah, the geezer would probably kill me if I got married and didn't invite him," Sanji finally says, his voice thick with emotion, "And The Baratie is the only place I'd trust to make my wedding feast."
"We could invite my sensei," Zoro adds, "And Johnny and Yosaku, if those two idiots haven't gotten themselves killed. I think they settled down in Nami's village."
"What about Mihawk?" Sanji asks.
"If I haven't defeated him yet, sure," Zoro grumbles, "He likes fancy restaurants and he'd probably get along with my sensei. Perona too since she'd haunt me forever if I left her out. What about Ivankov?"
Sanji grimaces, mostly for show.
"I'll invite Iva, but I don't think he'll show up. He's way too busy with his kingdom and the Revolutionary Army to go all the way to the East Blue just for our wedding."
Zoro hums in thought.
"I think you're wrong about that. Who else?"
Needless to say, by the time they finally fall asleep their tentative guest list has over 500 names on it. Even if Zoro and Sanji aren't quite as sociable as their captain (who they'll definitely have to restrain from inviting everyone he's ever met to their wedding), all of the Straw Hat Pirates have made many friends on their journey and will make more by the time they get back to the East Blue.
Sanji's last thought before drifting off in the arms of the man he loves is wondering how much advance notice he should give Zeff before his beloved restaurant is swarmed by all of the friends that the lonely little boy he saved grew up to have.
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Can I ask for Robin from one piece intimidating a civilian darling? You can pick intimidation for what goal (don’t escape, get on the boat, etc whatever!). Darling is decently smart, but it’s not like knowing history is going to protect you from a devil fruit user from one of the most infamous pirates.
I think that Robin would exhibit a lot of "soft power" and intimidation to keep her Darling from trying to escape. So if she wants her Darling to come with her on the Sunny, she insists that it's to make sure she's able to keep them safe. Besides, as much as she loves her crewmates, the feelings she has for Darling are more; she can trust the other Straw Hats to defend themselves on their own, but Darling...she can't accept that risk.
So if Darling refuses and insists she'll be fine, Robin will give her a hug and sprout several hands to hold Darling's arm and pull her towards the boat. "Dear...please don't make this harder than it has to be." Her hands are gripping Darling so tightly and her voice is deadly quiet. Once Darling relinquishes and steps onboard the ship, Robin's smiling and is back to her usual self.
Whenever the Sunny docks on a new island, Robin will always stick with Darling and tell her to stay close. "We don't know what kinds of enemies are here. I can only protect you if you're close." She lets her dark imagination run wild as she casually recounts what could be lurking: Admirals like Kizaru who could separate your head from your shoulders before you could even blink, flesh-eating animals...So, try to stay next to her in case something happens, alright dear?
She would never intentionally hurt her Darling, but she can feel the devil in her come out whenever her Darling is trying to push her away or escape. The last time it happened it was when she'd joined her in the bath on the Sunny and Darling had tried to swim to the other side of the tub. Robin had sprouted a few arms to keep her in place and pursed her lips as she put Darling in an embrace. "I know. I KNOW my love's suffocating. But I'm trying to be gentle, even when I feel like I'm about to grow fangs and claws and just devour you. So please, let me love you like this." The way Darling whimpers and hides in Robin's chest as a set of tongues sprouts to lick and suck at her clit underneath the water makes Robin think of a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf. Something about having her beloved be so soft and sweet and helpless makes the devil in her feel so powerful and hungry.
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rosedere · 2 days
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The Police Sargent (yan! Deuce x Afab reader)
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CW: Implied SA, implied stalking, Kidnapping (also ur a cop so like of course keep that in mind)
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You were shocked when you walked in on your first day of being assigned to the Sage's Island Precinct and he was there greeting you as your superior;
Sgt. Deuce Spade 
You knew him from the academy and from your time at Night Raven College, where he was one of your best friends. Everyone knew he was dead set on becoming some kind of law official If he could, which is why you bonded so well with him until you all lost contact with each other; you just didn’t realize he’d climb up the ranks as high as he did and manage to do it faster than you only having 6 years left to becoming a magic police sargent.
You gave him a big hug as you greeted him, elated to be seeing your old best friend once again. Pulling you into a bear hug, you laughed into his tall muscular shoulder, telling him how much you missed him.
unfortunately, you failed to notice the way he too eagerly held you as if you’d disappear forever once he let go, letting his hands wander too close to your bra strap underneath your uniform.
You got familiar with your shifts, eventually mingling with your partner.
both of you were mainly assigned to patrol around the island with each other until you were both comfortable being in charge of the island's department. Finally, helping the community and having to enforce the law when you needed to keeping the island you were familiar with safe gave you a sense of justice and belonging.
One day, you had just had a long shift patrolling the docks of the port. You and your partner had a moment to talk about the day and anything of note that happened that shift.
“You know, before you came here, it was a really strict workplace,” the brunette cop casually switched topics, swirling her coffee cup before taking a sip.
Chewing on a bear claw you had ordered earlier, you gave them one raised eyebrow in response.
“Are you positive? The Deuce Spade has a strict work environment?” You stopped chewing for a moment.
Your partner nodded their head. “He was so grumpy and mean; we always hoped whatever was stuck up his ass would fall out so we’d actually enjoy coming to shift.”
“But now that you're here, he’s all on cloud nine, dressing up more..." They trailed off.
"You know, yesterday he actually had something nice to say to me? And then he asked if you ever mentioned him during our shifts." Your partner laughed.
You turned your head in a way to question your partner.
“He asked about me?”
"yup it's even worst now that you aren't a desk jockey away from him in his office"
Your partner stopped swirling their cup to look at you in surprise.
“Oh my god, it all makes sense now,” they stared at you with wide eyes.
You only made a sideways smirk at your partner before eating your pastry once again.
"Aww, Sarg has a little crush on the new recruit,” your partner laughed to themselves.
"No, it’s certainly not! We’ve known each other for so long; he’s like my little brother,” you scoffed, suddenly not wanting to finish your delectable pastry anymore and slipping it in your uniform pocket.
“I think you should go for it; he is single,” your partner replied.
"Yeah, no, I’d rather not date my boss,” you sneered.
"plus im not really interested in dating having a job like this"
"whatever you say (name)" they laughed to themselves.
You didn’t really think of what your partner had mentioned until you returned to the station to wrap up your shift for the night going to the vacant dimly lit desk to begin your shift paperwork.
Deuce got into a routine that consisted of him waiting near the front where you’d walk up, eagerly asking you how patrol went, and getting as close to you as possible as you filled out your paperwork for the evening practically feeling his breath down your neck as he eagerly rubbed your sides.
You only just smiled, looking up from the paper at the slender, sapphire-haired man that stood in behind you in his pressed police uniform.
he was just eager to get to know you again.
Six months in though It was beginning to become unnerving how much he wanted to run into you.
You simply wanted to be his friend; that was all.
It wasn’t until one day that you were showering in the locker rooms at the back of the precinct, getting ready to go home.
You had supervised the Port Fest event that occurred in the summertime and had worked up a sweat from the baking temperatures that lasted from the day bleeding into the late sunset hours.
applying a sickly sweet body wash you began to scrub your back.
You suddenly felt a chill run up your spine.
Stopping, you tried to pinpoint the source of this feeling.
Looking around the shower stall, you couldn’t see anyone in the showers with you—everyone had gone home anyway, leaving you and Deuce in the building you recalled.
You certainly hadn’t heard anyone during your shower, so you should certainly be alone.
Resuming scrubbing yourself, lathering the pleasant-scented soap onto your body, and cooling yourself off, you eventually shook off the feeling until you reached for more soap to clean between your legs and the lower part of your back.
Realizing what you were sensing, it felt like someone was watching you.
Once again, looking around the dark navy shower stall, you saw nothing.
Creak.
This time, you shut the water off completely.
You had looked behind and in front of you.
But you hadn’t looked above you.
Cautiously, you slowly looked up, only to see someone.
You couldn’t make out the details of the assailant, but you walked over to the showering stall next to you to peek at who was there.
No one still.
Feeling the hair rising on the back of your neck, you awkwardly walked back to your stall to quickly finish your shower.
Creak.
Looking up fast, you were met with a pair of cyan and electric-like colored irises looking down at you.
“Deuce!?”
All you heard was the thud from his slim body hitting the stall floor.
You quickly ran to the opposite side of the stall to confront whoever was on the other side of the stall.
And there on the stall ground was your boss.
sprawled on his arse on top of the beige and yellow shower tiles, his pants pooled around his ankles, his underwear slightly revealing what you knew was his erection, while his uniform shirt was as pristine as usual.
Panic was all that was written on his face as he realized he couldn’t get up and hide behind the shower stall curtain nor get on top of the shower bench he had used to peek at you from.
“(Name) I’m sorry I thought you had left— and I uh— was going to shower myself until I heard the water,” Duece frantically explained himself, then becoming aware of his underwear exposed to you.
Covering himself, he got up as if he were a just-hatched bird walking on legs for the first time.
“I love you (name); I’m sorry,” he continued to frantically plead, finally getting himself off the ground and walking in your direction.
Immediately, you backed away, trying to assess the situation, before rushing away from your old friend in panic.
Suddenly, he was on your heels. As you ran down the hallway connecting to the locker rooms, you could hear how heavy and labored your breathing had become from the overwhelming panic.
Getting into the locker room, you slammed the door shut, holding the handle as Deuce tried his hardest to open the door, causing you to wince in pain from the amount of stress it was putting on your hands.
"(Name), please open the door. I just want to explain myself, I promise." Deuce violently banged on the door.
Like hell, you were going to open the door; you had no idea what your old friend would do to you.
This continued on for a moment before you heard silence on the other side of the door.
You waited for a moment since you hadn’t heard the footsteps leave the door yet, but the banging and constant fiddling with the door handle had stopped.
Putting an ear to the door, it was complete silence.
Normally, you wouldn't worry, but the showers were connected to a different hallway that led to the boys locker room, looping back to the precinct hallways straight to the girls locker room entrance.
You didn't think Duece would...
Just as you were about to open the door to check, a pair of rough, calloused hands wrapped around your mouth, and another wrapped around your naked torso.
A muffled scream was all you could make as Duece dragged you backwards towards the sea of maroon lockers behind the two of you.
The only sound that rang out that night was the sounds of your whimpers and moans and silent pleas to be let go as your former friend and now boss pressed you against a locker, forcefully taking you from behind with not a single soul to witness nor hear your troubled pleas.
It was also the last night anyone had seen you again.
Apparently, according to the sargent of the precinct, you hadn’t even returned from your shift that evening, and he was completely distraught and confused about where you were.
As he made public appeals all over Sage's Island, he never once let his facade of the worried boss slip until he got back home to his isolated residence on the hillsides of the rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean.
“I’m home, dear.” Deuce would greet you every evening with the sweetest smile before placing a kiss on your tear-stained cheek.
If only someone would take a look inside the Sages Islands police Sargents house.
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Note: *proceeds to write the worst depiction of mr. deuce* Me: lol happy birthday my scrunkly son!!!!!
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nalyra-dreaming · 22 hours
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Hi! I have some technical questions about VC's vampires If you don't mind me asking and if Rice ever explained.
I was wondering ,
- do vampires stay with their fledgings or even know what's happening in their lives,where they are etc..?
-is there a hierachy among vampires? When are you no longer considered a young vampire? 100 years? 200?
- is there a place where they can all live together without humans?
- I know Lestat says that one should not interfere in human affairs but are there mortals with whom they often have interactions, friendships...?
Thank you for giving your time to all of us, sometimes with annoying questions.
Hey!
So. No, there is no "obligation" for makers to stay with them, it depends heavily on why they're made. Lestat for example is abandoned right away because Magnus throws himself into a fire, he simply wanted an heir. Lestat made Louis because he fell in love, and therefore stayed with him. Lestat makes Mona a vampire for someone else. And so on. (Just a few examples.) It depends heavily on the how and why fledglings are made, and through which emotion. But there is no general rule.
No, there is no hierarchy, other than the one developed through power. That said, there is the "first", Akasha, who is called "Queen of the Damned", but her reign is more built on the... lore reason and her being the first. (The show will still get to that.) I think it is never quite said when a vampire is still "young"... I guess that depends heavily on who says that to whom. There are vampires who are several thousand years old. It depends. Generally speaking anything older than 200 is probably not "young" anymore, because many young kill themselves because they cannot stand the rite of passage.
No, these vampires do not live with humans, nor do they aspire to, not really. Humans are food. Closest would be "Night Island" or the theater, actually, but even there the vampires... are living more in parallel than "with humans". Lestat lived with Louis and Claudia as a family for a while, and others do that, too, like Marius, but they mingle more than join the humans, and since they do not age... and, as said - humans are food.
No, there are no "friends" over decades or anything. Lestat befriends David Talbot, it ends in David getting turned. Armand befriends Daniel (and falls in love) it ends with Daniel getting turned. And so on. The mortals that mean something to them end up getting turned, the rest... "Dalliances" exist, obviously. Acquaintances. A few years, here and there (and yes, Antoinette is a "few years" and then getting turned, too). Occasional interests. And law firms. But other than that? No.
This... isn't the Vampire Diaries. Or True Blood. These vampires are not looking for a cure, not really. They are monsters, and they will stay monsters.
It's not about them finding their humanity... it's about them accepting themselves as the monsters they are.
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mariusslonelysoul · 1 year
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Quick heads up to anyone that is rooting for france/against argetina: calls us poor and arrogant and talentless all you want, mock us and forget your own racist and colonialist past, whatever, we'll just laugh at you, but don't you fucking dare bring the malvinas (i'll even write it like the english do so you understand: the falklands) into this
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solarisgod · 11 days
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While Astereus may act and appear as a Human overall, xe still have certain aspects in physique and physiology that are of unexplained strangeness ( some describing monstrosity, even ) that would confuse and / unsettle many people across different areas of life from doctors and scientists to peers and strangers: Having sharper teeth and nails, being able to withstand staring directly at the sun, strong lungs that can allow xem to be in underwater more longer than any humans, extreme tolerance of heat and cold, xyr eyes seem to be covered with little star - like specks, and so forth.
This have placed Astereus in a cruel and unfair position where xe is seen more different from peers at xyr age and be shunned away and judged on as the ultimate results, being compared to as some form of an animal or, worst, a monster. Hence, with Micah in particular when fronting the most, xe has always felt disconnected with humanity while being unbelonged to the human made environments that xe had to live within instead of the wilderness, where xe felt more connected to at least if xe can't be with the outer space.
This explains why the Starwake System, especially the main Starrwake alters, have a deeper understanding and connecting with creatures and monsters that humanity would identify as threats and would want to eliminate them, just as how humanity had felt and done with the Starwake System, in particular with Micah. Something about how monsters wouldn't be given the chance to understand their natures and conscience better and instead be instantly seen as hostile figures meaning to be driven away, what the system can relate to immensely even as existing in human vessel.
Not many people would take the time and consideration and kindness to understand Astereus but rather, only because of the complexity of xyr differences to humanity, they'd feel, think and believe that xe could lash out and destroy everything in xyr way.
#ASK TO TAG CW#///#//#/#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ STUDY . ›#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ CANONS . ›#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ ASTEREUS . ›#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ MICAH . ›#[ we were watching King Kong: Skull Island earlier and seeing Kong attacking and killing the human team ]#[ my initial thought was that ' see they think Kong is a threat because it's bringing destruction and death ]#[ but what if it's behaving this way to them because this island is his territory ]#[ and he's just trying to protect what is its own home from people who are invading and destroying it with bombs ' ]#[ and the fact that I was right about that aspect at least ]#[ like that's something Micah would think similarly while ]#[ giving both people and monsters a chance to be seen ]#[ so that xe can learn and understand them better rather than assuming the worst in them ]#[ Micah is an extreme firm believer of letting them speak for themselves rather than following the crowd's voices ]#[ even if it's about something they won't share right away ; at least Micah is beyond patient and understanding about that ]#[ as xe can respect having to wait until they feel ready to share ]#[ or if they can't communicate directly ( i.e. monsters that can't speak ) then xe's wiling to wait until xe finds some form of evidence ]#[ that they aren't meant to be malicious beings but would fall into understandable aggression if provoked ]#[ Astereus is seen as a monster by the world but xe's just trying to exist as kindly and quietly and gently as possible ]
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nexus-nebulae · 1 year
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thinking about how the overworld is the only minecraft dimension with celestial bodies.
thinking about how the end is so barren and empty, as if everything that once was disappeared centuries ago. there's not even bedrock to stand on, just open void and sky. islands scattered everywhere, stuck in a sea of perpetual night. one single island in the very center, a focal point from all the rest.
jumping between floating chunks of rock, as if dancing between the stars and moon.
thinking about how the nether is fire, heat, concentrated in such a capacity that liquid water can't even exist within. surrounded by bedrock on all sides, inescapable, not even a sky to appreciate. no sunlight, no moonlight, and yet the place still glows with a light that threatens to drain the life from you.
skipping between jets of fire and dripping magma, like being trapped beneath the surface of a burning, raging sun.
thinking about how the celestial bodies of the Overworld might be a lot closer than we realise.
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qsmprambling · 6 months
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If cookie access is going to be a big concern with holidays and such coming up, maybe it's worth flagging it with the admins. Maybe add some kind of banker to the bakery that only eggs can access and parents can give cookies to? Or just make it easy and have it that everyone's cookies are worth 1 point.
#Honestly I'm not a fan of the cookie system#and share the general opinion that it sort of takes away the opportunity for bonding that the previous system encouraged#but I also understand this eliminates the need for admins to track player activity#but with the amount of people away and off and especially with holidays coming up#the half-points from anyone but parents is going to put a lot of pressure on people to stock up for themselves and others#which involves them playing extra days#which reducing the checkmarks to 3 was supposed to help reduce#honestly they should just switch it back to everyone being able to do anyone's quests#because there are times parents simply can't help being away#and that puts a pressure of other islanders to save their kid#which takes a lot more work than it does the parent#Like it would take someone 6 days to save enough cookies for an egg that isn't theirs#what about their own?#what about multiple eggs?#There have been actual days where Bad has had to complete quests for 6 eggs AT THE SAME TIME#again I get this also encourages involvement from more people on the island#but the quests aren't even fun for people so the motivation to do them will probably fizzle out with time#and thus fewer extra cookies#right I'm rambling stopping again pfft#tl;dr interesting system but will need tweaks I think @_@#like before this people only needed to log in 3 times a week with their egg to keep them safe#and STILL there was at least one egg almost every Sunday doing their quest last minute with a babysitter#just making it so anyone's cookies will add up to 1 point will alleviate a lot of the stress I think#even if it does mean that 1 person can only take care of max 2 eggs a week (and half of another)#ramble
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ivalice-tifalucis · 7 months
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Not yet.
No worries, Rob. I can wait even though it is for another 10 years.
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mars-ipan · 1 year
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so glad i’ve grown enough as a person to no longer care whether a ship should be canon but still lose my mind when i realize it kinda is
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unavernales · 10 months
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me: hotels are money hungry corporations that don’t care about native hawaiians
people who refuse to do a cursory google search: source?
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magnoliawaltz · 1 year
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I wish we had more Kazuki in TBY
Me too, anon. He was cool in a somewhat dangerous way, but also looked like he was going to disappear at any moment, as if only a mere vestige of his existence remained there.
But to be honest, following TBY's line of thought, if they showed more scenes of Kazuki just to have him be a scumbag father figure to KoSoushi I don't think I could take it lol. Do you realize he left the island without saying sorry to him once? Now that I think about, I don't remember him apologizing even to Soushi in DA. He only said he wanted to do that, but then there was nothing to forgive because Soushi was actually grateful.
Hohoh... Is that also part of Makabe Kazuki's hubris...
TBY was trying to remove itself from the shadow of Kazuki and Soushi's story, right. That's fine (it's not but let's pretend it is), but it also refused to give us relief by presenting his conclusion. It feels incomplete. Purposefully so (eternal return...), but still.
More than that, it feels like they intentionally omitted some vital scenes here and there to leave us speculating. The fact I keep seeing wildly different interpretations about his behavior in the last two episodes in the Japanese side is a good indicative of that. It's like the tabula rasa in that way. It could go either towards a positive development or a negative one, it is only full of potential.
And I am a pessimistic person, so I can only imagine somewhat gloomy scenarios after that ending lol. Because what I want most is to Kazuki to come to reject that island's way of thinking too. KoSoushi did a lot but it wasn't nearly enough, and he too embraced militaristic power with real zeal, otherwise he would have no voice there. Even the meaning of a blessing has been re-contextualized, so they've all supposedly been freed from any restrictions imposed by the Mir, right? Stop being a soldier, Kazuki. Stop.
Well, he already left that place anyway, maybe that's enough for now. I think it was meaningful to end TBY by having two characters who had to fight since childhood, to the point they stopped being human, leave with their deadly machines. They finally earned the opportunity to see the world with their own eyes and reevaluate their experiences.
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fluxydrawings · 2 years
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never got around ta posting this, some doodles i did while listenin ta The Island by Max Brooks, said audiobook being narrated by Jack Black. certainly onea the books of all time i’ll say that
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islanddads · 2 years
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writing fic for not one but two already canon ships is another thing i just didn’t have on my 2022 bingo card
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sherdnerd · 2 months
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you know what I love? Fallout trailers. in the style of New Vegas and Fallout 3 specifically. I keep thinking about hypothetical versions. I also love 76 using a song to indicate where its set. for example, if they were to set a Fallout game in New York: We see a radio flicker to life. It starts with that ink spots riff from "Maybe" and "I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire", before transitioning to Frank Sinatra's big band playing the opening choards to New York, New York. The camera pans back. Its a portable transistor radio, on a seat next to a skeleton. It further pans outwards. The seat is a train bench, the trains itself of course wrecked in a station. A faint, scratchy "Stand clear of the closing doors" Echoes in the background. The camera pans further back, the station roof is collapsed in, allowing the camera to pan smoothly to the street, out over City Hall Park and the city hall itself, the background filling with tall buildings. It continues, following a road up and across the river until we finally stop with the Manhattan side tower of the Brooklyn bridge visible, part of one of its arches collapsed, and we linger on a shot of the lower Manhattan skyline. Call me, Bethesda
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downfallofi · 8 months
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On a certain level Tumblr is the only social media I can stand to be on specifically and directly because there's no overwhelming push to consume AI content in this shitpile, every other post isn't a reel showcasing disturbing uncanny valley AI "art", I don't have to get fucking mad at my friends here because they reposted a terrible looking AI generation of like, the Seinfeld cast AI generated as hardcore band singers, like it's nice.
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