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constantstateofpain · 10 months

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i hope the team working on the dragon prince knows that they gave me a FUCKING HEART ATTACK WITH THAT EARLY RELEASE

#the dragon prince #i finished it today and god there SO MUCH to unpack #imma rewatch it to really digest everything #goddd #thus season was so dark #like the nightmare sequences?#hooooly shit #I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TIME TO PREPARE MYSELF BUT NUH UH

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beif0ngs · 5 months

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walk walk fashion baby 🚶🏻‍♂️

#One Piece #opgraphics #Monkey D. Luffy #*mine #yay we finally have an animated sequence of all of Luffy's iconic outfits!!#and i honestly love every single one of his looks #but his Alabasta and Punk Hazard and Egghead fit hold a special place in my heart #like he just looks so floofy in those outfits 😊#man tryna gif this was a nightmare tho because of all the colors #sorry if the gifs turned out kinda iffy :/

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aphel1on · 19 days

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AURGH auwarghh the autistic parental trauma... the epi was wacky hijinks then dropped this on us out of nowhere... (sobs) laios... laiiiiooooos

#he just like me fr #dungeon meshi #laios touden #actuallyautistic #aphelion.txt #dunmeshi #laios #autism things #im definitely chewing on that marcille lore/angst too but the laios nightmare sequence hit close to home!!#dont think falin had a great relationship with their parents either #i mean aside from being willing to abandon her in the dream. idk if that's 100% accurate to how they acted.#it didnt seem like her affinity for ghosts was gonna go down real good in that flashback #also i need to write that post abt how falin has girl autism (dont ask me what that means unless you want to enter an unskippable cutscene)#actually its pretty easy to hit most dunmeshi chars w the hammer of autism laios is just the most obvious #senshi hyperfixating and having meltdowns (Waterwalk Incident.) and low empathy for people until he's gotten Attached #i need to go find that post someone made about chilchuck being the token allistic it was so fucking funny #i have like 3 more dunmeshi autism metas in my mental queue apparently. please make me shut up

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months

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"See you tomorrow"

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 4 [prev parts]

#better drawn mdzs #MDZS Disco Elysium AU #mdzs au #Lan wangji #wei wuxian #yiling laozu #Happy Belated Halloween!#digital art #Thank you all for your patience as I drove myself into a madness only known by those lost at seas alone.#I put a lot of time into this one! It's not perfect but I am very happy with it + I am so happy to put down the tablet pen.#Digital art has some nice features but I'm sticking with traditional! I need a month to recover from the 2+ weeks of torture.#Okay lets talk about the AU and the comic now #Disco elysium has some of the best existential-horror-dream sequences I have ever seen.#The dialogue here is heavily inspired by The Final Dream - A scene I'd love to talk about more were it not so heavy with spoilers.#My AU is a lot more complex than a simple character swap but I really felt like LWJ + YLLZ fit this scene.#The final dream is about being unable to move on from a lost love. From something You made holy. From something You ruined.#It is about realizing that no matter how smart you are or what you offer or how you try to change -#You will never be able to turn back time. You will never ever be able to fix what is broken. That you also have been broken for a long time #You are a fuck-up who worships the nail covered ground of someone who did not want to be holy. And even though it hurts-#You cannot let this nightmare go. The pain keeps the love close. It is worse to forget. You promised to remember.#WWX died thinking LWJ disliked him. LWJ lost someone he thought was revolted by his love.

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doctorsiren · 10 months

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“Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover and shamelessly spoils the end!”

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hoezier · 5 months

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There's something at the tip of my tongue about the parallels between Jackie and Wilson and Who We Are

How the narrator of Jackie and Wilson wants to run away with a woman that he's carved out of his imagination based on a brief interaction. How they would try the world, but good god it wasn't for them. So they run away from it into a fantasy world where they live by their own rules.

And then comes the narrator of Who We Are, who dreamt his whole life of finding someone who would hold him like water or like a knife, only to find that running away from the world will only get them so far, since "the hardest part is who we are". And only to find out that the "phantom life" he's fantasized about is actually just that: a phantom. And its absence sharpens like a knife

#hozier #sahar stfu about hozier #I'm aware that on the surface these songs are not really about the same thing #but there's something about the way that j&w narrator craves the fantasy he speaks of #that reminds me so much of the voice of Who We Are who thinks he realizes the fantasy only to watch it become a nightmare #and the contrast between the dream-fuelled lyrics of J&W that evoke daring adventures on the wide opened desert #and the sharp concise biting lyrics of who we are sung in tired resignation #and followed by near-wailing at the end #that just sticks out to me so much #it's like the whole of Unreal Unearth is just a sequence of the various voices of the self-titled album coming back #sometimes disillusioned #sometimes exhausted #sometimes resigned #sometimes wise #sometimes at peeace #sometime enraged #to sing about their most bitter disappointments and the harshest lessons they've learned over the years #and I can't stop thinking about it

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daredevil-vagabond · 1 day

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...Forest walls and starry ceilings... - Harpy Hare, Yaelokre

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cerealbishh · 10 days

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"We get to, this season, explore their chemistry and their real love and their intimacy. So we get to have a glimpse into that world that just feels so pure and beautiful and romantic! And then, sort of navigating those other circumstances once they're out in the world, dealing with real... challenges." - Isa in an interview with The Knockturnal(x)

#outer range s2 #outer range s2 spoilers #maria olivares #rhett abbott #isabel arraiza #lewis pullman #rhett x maria #i know the last gif is blurry but trust me she was holding his arm and i just thought that was adorable #i might add a lew quote if he ever gets asked about outer range s2 in an interview smh(i'm begging someone to ask him more about it!)...#she is always going to pull him in for a kiss like how she pulled him in for a small peck in s1 #the biggest fucking grin on her face whenever they kiss #i feel like i could hear an ''i love you'' sometimes with how they just look at each other? crazy #her smile and him smiling back at her before the forehead kiss is EVERYTHING to me #also her little smile as he kisses the side of her head like she knows he's doing his best and doesn't really blame him for anything? uGH #there was an article that said that maria and rhett may screw royal over? i say they should go for it!#truly if it gives isa and lew more screen time i'm all for it!#i say all this but i still want a spin-off of them just on a roadtrip #i am convinced that he kisses her just because he thinks she's being really cute #they're so annoying... y'all haven't even been dating that long and you're acting like this!! smh /j #i kinda had a feeling that was maria in the trailer doing something to rhett in the trailer(iykyk) and my heart still fell into my stomach #i'm not including any dream/nightmare sequences because as far as we know they can't see the future... right?#do i sound stupid and biased? maybe... please don't judge me #she's hungry but her heart aches to stay... will the flesh have its way in s3? will she be ... ''already gone'' a la eurydice in hadestown?#tw: food?

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time-is-restored · 8 months

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btw not to make everything about My Fucking Guy but i honestly think one of the things that seperates q!phil out from the other islanders is the approach he takes to dealing with the lack of agency + control all the islanders have over whatever the fuck the federation's doing.

it shows up most prominently whenever tubbo is excitedly telling him about the 'progress' he's made with cucurucho or various investigations (ie: trapping him into a corner with the 'do you have free will' questions), and phil always shoots it down w an immediate 'that doesn't mean anything. curucuho will say anything to mess with you. you can't take anything he says as true.'

and it's not that phil is... a paticularly pessimistic character? he's just EXTREMELY practical. like, he's yet to give up on anyone EVER finding ANY answers (he was the one who initially gave the federation that one week ultimatum w the cage for a cage stream), he just doesn't trust the idea that curucuho is ever going to voluntarily give them. they're uncontrollable + senseless - you might as well argue with the weather.

and like, if that's how he sees the one (1) and only point of contact the islanders HAD with the federation for months, it explains a lot abt his characters lifestyle! ofc he sits on the wall all day, talking to his kids, and keeping his head down. he believes that the federation wants nothing more than to drag the islanders into sick games + tasks just so they can fuck with their head (ie: curucuho revealing he was the one cellbit gathered all that information for). and while he can't totally PREVENT any of that from ever impacting him, he can make sure his kids are well fed, well protected, and as happy + comfortable as he can manage. this is objectively not a perfect situation, there is a guaranteed amount of suffering + fear that he can't mitigate, but he can at least account for it.

like, he REFUSES to engage. whenever curucho shows up, he treats them with total ambivalence. he's not going to get riled up by anything they do, he's not going to get super attached to the guy, he's just gonna laugh it off and irish goodbye it when things drag on. the ONLY time he's strayed from that general guiding principle has been since he's lost his eggs, and can no longer afford to let the federation's fuckery go: those are his fucking kids.

hence the completely unprecedented levels of outward rage and sadness and terror he shows throughout the birdcage streams - almost all directed directly to cucurucho. it's all a completely fair + proportional response to the horror the islanders are being subjected to, but it feels so different bc until now, q!phil has been so dedicated to not reacting, and not giving the federation any sign that they're actually getting to him.

#qsmp #q!phil #LIKE. does anyone else think this! i genuinely believe its like one of the major #traits of his character i feel like u can trace it through Everything.#the man lives with the constant knowledge that sometimes all it takes is a tempting ravine and a badly timed creeper to end a life #whether that life belongs to a stranger or someone you love more than anything else in the world #you COULD rage against that. you could scream and shout and tear your hair out and grieve for the futility of it all #but what does that change? the days march on. death waits either way #and that's not to say he's a laizesfair kind of guy. anyone who's seen him stress out abt chayanne's risk taking + freak out #whenever his kids don't have enough autofeed grist can see that he cares DEEPLY. which resolves into his very distinctive #defensive + protective playstyle. the goal is not to win the fight the goal is to *survive* the fight etc #but the only way that mindset doesn't spill out into unchecked paranoia + complete agoraphobia is with acceptance #'shit happens: the philza minecraft story'#i also think it even manifests in the nightmare sequence w his last words to chayanne? 'they didn't want us to live. we were never supposed #to survive' or whatever the exact wording was #he is FURIOUS and deeply hurt and sad abt the deaths he says so explicitly later #but at the time the first thing he reaches for is. exhausted acceptance. it wasn't their fault. it wasn't his fault. they did their best.#they could only do so much in the face of the federation's Overwhelming Hostility. y'know?#mine

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thegreatyin · 12 days

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y'know, it probably feels weird for the scoundrel to admit, but they feel surprisingly comforted to be back on their ship for a change. they finally have control of the situation, they're finally around people they (vaguely) trust, they- wait a minute hold on what was that line

oh

oh no

oh no the horrors just keep getting worse and worse for them

#i dont think they're gonna be okay after All That. for a While.#fittingly i drew the merry gentleman card immediately after touching shore so there you go lmao #yin-thoughts #fallen london #fallen london spoilers #im weirdly enthralled by this line?? it's weirdly just. really effective #the implication that you've gone through All That over the course of weeks. idk. it's a little nightmare fuel #did you spend it with the mask on or off? does it even matter? do you even know?#ik days and weeks and the like in-universe dont really matter most of the time bc they dont really carry over #like a storylet will say 'over the next few weeks you do x' casually and you just accept that #but like. idk. something about it with the delight Specifically is sticking with me a lot.#how many times did you really go up and down those stairs. how long did you really spend staring into the distance.#how long were those birds screaming in your ears. how long was the naturalist screaming.#it's weirdly effective fringe horror on top of an already very good delightfully gory horror sequence #anyway. in conclusion i don't think the scoundrel is uh. Doing Good.#the delight scared the shit out of them. they arent the type to get scared easily. they were in autopilot fear mode for 99% of it.#they are putting that mask very very very far away on a shelf somewhere and desperately trying to forget it exists forever and ever now.#the end

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ghostoffuturespast · 4 months

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Tagged by @shimmer-like-agirl and @therealnightcity! Thank you!

Here's whatever this is. From upcoming Ch. 41:

The wind brushed holo-cherry blossoms across her skin, their touch immaterial, unlike her knobby scratched knees that cradled her head. The bustling anonymity of the crowd an ever shifting folding screen for the vibrantly dressed neons of the square. A few red maple leaves fell down. Scattered around in the breeze like the blood and guts spilled on pristine kitchen tile, framing the beautifully vacant milk-white gaze of her sister. A look that burned white-hot amidst a cold inferno, an explosion that rocketed through her left shoulder and stabbed him across the wreckage of a broken jungle. He landed in ravenous hands of silver, porcelain, and bronze. Each one etched more delicate than the next. They caressed him, a blush blooming underneath metal and ink and scars, at a worn and humble shade of brown that she missed. That felt safe. Was a home they could only imagine. That would eat them. She breathed it in and he held it in both hands before it was smacked out of his grip and buried with the rich decay and warmth of laughter, along with every single frivolous ambition. The worms grinned in the mud as they died, drowning from all the rain collected by a soldier's footprint. His head whipped to the side at the hand across her cheek. At split lips and bruised knuckles of two sad absent mothers that whispered. “Johnny, she’s dead.”

fic: so it goes

Tagging (no pressure)... @baublekute @streetkid-named-desire @dani-the-goblin

And as always, if I didn't tag you but you want to share whatever you're working on, ping me and I'll come take a look!

#or what i like to call i don't know how to start this next section #cue nightmare fueled dream sequence #cyberpunk 2077 #writing #fan fiction #fic: so it goes #wip whenever #wip wednesday #johnny silverhand #oc: valerie hye jin li #my grandpa v #stinky not fresh #finally making some headway in this next chapter #it has been such slow going

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happy-hermit · 1 year

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Part Two of White Hair Scar fic !!! This man is going through it <3

Part One

@stiffyck

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He’s lucky he doesn’t run into anyone on the way back to the Swaggon, because when he climbs into his bedroom and glances at the mirror, the first thing he sees is white. More than there was before. Way more.

The entire front section of his hair is now a stark, unnatural white. Scar stands in front of the mirror and slowly takes his hat off. It won’t help, anymore. He’ll have to find a new way to hide.

What is this? His mind works frantically behind a layer of numb acceptance. Why is this happening? Why is it happening again?

It’s like his hair has given up on holding a color. It’s almost as if his body is forcing him to have some outward sign of his internal struggles, which isn’t fair; not when he’s trying so hard to keep it hidden. Tears prick at his eyes, but he stubbornly blinks them away, exhaling shakily and looking up at the ceiling. There’s a cobweb in the corner. He’s been away for too long. It feels like he hasn’t really come back at all.

(Would that really be so bad? If he’d stayed gone? If he’d stayed there? No one has seen him since they’d gotten back. No one has come looking for him. No one cares if he’s here or not.)

The faint echo of the harsh words drifts through his mind, and he closes his eyes tightly, breaths coming faster. The phantom burn wounds spread across his body start to sting. It’s like he’s burning all over again, dying and dying and dying—

The mirror cracks as he turns it around so its reflective surface is facing the wall, and his hand is shaking where it now rests against the back of it. He’s lost the battle against the tears in his eyes, but at least now he doesn’t have to see it. And he’s alone. So no one else has to see it, either.

(No one would want to. No one should have to. He is not allowed to be sad, or angry, or lonely. He is only allowed to be happy, to be quiet. To be alone.)

The floorboards creak as he collapses down next to his bed, painful sobs wracking his body even as he tries so hard to stop them, even as he holds his trembling hands against his mouth, as if it would do anything — as if his hands could ever be anything but clumsy and unsteady and useless.

The sun outside has set, and the lanterns in the room are burning bright. Scar can see his reflection in the window. He gets the honor of watching in real time as another section of hair turns white, bleeding slowly from his roots to the ends. He whines high in his throat, heart dancing to an offbeat drumline in his chest, and he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that it hurts. His knees pull up to his chest and he hugs them tightly, pretending that it’s someone else holding him close, pretending that someone cares enough to comfort him, pretending that he is someone who deserves it.

Scar is on the floor in a room that doesn’t feel like his, in a world that feels wholly separate from him, and he falls asleep holding his own hand.

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In his dreams, he is standing alone in a vast expanse of darkness, and someone is speaking to him.

(You are trapped here) says the voice, gleeful and cruel. Mocking. (This will not change, and you will not change. You don’t know how, do you?)

“Who are you?” Scar demands shakily, and his voice echoes in the infinite space around him. “Where am I?”

(You could be anywhere) says the voice, and the inky blackness surrounding him ripples and changes and suddenly he is standing in the desert, cactus growing in a ring around him. (You could be here.)

No. Scar lets out a strangled gasp and stumbles backwards, sand grabbing at his ankles, blood dripping into his eyes, and he is tripping and falling and landing—

On a mountain. His wizard hat base is rising into the sky above him, and the wind is howling, and even his breath has left him. His vision is blurry. He cannot think. Please.

(You could be here) the voice continues, endlessly amused, and the world fades back into darkness. (You could be anywhere. But you can only be yourself. And you will always—) Scar gets the impression that the voice has gotten closer. (— be alone.)

“Who are you?” Scar asks again, broken and quiet.

The voice chuckles, and the hair on the back of Scar’s neck stands up. (Don’t you know?)

It's right behind him—

Scar whirls around and comes face to face with— Red eyes. Horrific burns. Black cloak. White hair.

His distorted mirror image grins at him, cruel and unforgiving. (You never were that bright, were you?)

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Scar wakes up screaming.

His breath rattles in and out of his lungs at unhealthy speeds as he scrambles into a sitting position, eyes wide and darting around the room. He’s shaking so hard that the bedframe is rattling quietly against the wall. The only thing he can hear is his heartbeat in his ears.

It was just a dream. Only a dream. Scar closes his eyes and counts to ten, making a conscious effort to slow his breathing. When he opens them again, he is at least less likely to pass out.

He had moved to his bed at some point in the night, but now his covers are strewn about the floor due to his frantic movements. The sun is bright outside his window, and he knows without checking that it’s nearing midday. His head hurts. There are dried tear tracks on his cheeks. He is still shaking.

He gets out of bed anyway, sitting on the edge for a few moments before finally finding the courage to stand. He staggers over to the big chest against his wall and kneels down beside it, flinging it open and digging through it with trembling hands. Finally, he finds what he was looking for, and pulls it out onto his lap.

A worn green cloak, hooded and heavy. Just another one of those items of clothing that he keeps for just-in-case purposes. It’ll come in handy, now. It’s perfect for hiding. He doesn’t have to look to know that his hair has gotten worse.

The cloak falls over his shoulders, a comforting weight, and some of the tension drains out of him. He’s only just woken up, but he’s tired. He is tired in a way that he doesn’t think can be fixed.

I need to go away, the thought appears unbidden in his brain, a quiet certainty. No one can leave him, if he leaves first. I need to build somewhere else.

It wouldn’t be for long, or for good. It would just be… a place to go. Just in case. Somewhere out of the way.

He starts making a list of materials he’ll need for his new base in his head as he walks toward the door, already workshopping different themes and ideas. He pulls his hood firmly over his head and reaches for the doorknob, puts his hand on it, and he— freezes.

What if someone’s out there? His mouth goes dry, his hands going clammy. His heart speeds up, just a little. What if they want something?

Scar shakes his head forcefully and turns the knob. Stop being stupid, stop being scared.

He walks through Boatem with a few empty shulkers in his inventory, one hand on his hood to keep it down and the other twisted into the front of his shirt as he struggles to fight off his nerves. There are a few gray clouds hanging over the horizon, but they are far away, and the sun is shining. He wonders where he should go. Where would be far enough.

He equips his elytra absentmindedly, just finishing when distant movement catches his eyes, and he turns, heart in his throat.

Grian and Mumbo are sitting on top of Treesa, and Scar has to squint to see what he thinks is a picnic. They’re eating lunch together. It is simple, and casual, and such a small thing, and Scar aches.

Mumbo spots him and raises his hand in a wave. Grian turns and does the same. Scar hesitates, mind running a mile a minute, his heart skipping stones across a violent ocean in his chest, and then he waves back. His hand shakes, and he drops it quickly, continuing his walk.

For just a moment, he considers turning back. He considers going over there. He considers throwing his entire plan out the window and begging them to let him stay.

Instead, he pulls rockets out of his inventory.

(Rule number one. Don’t go where he’s not invited.)

Scar picks a random direction, and he flies.

#don't worry he will get comfort :) eventually :)#i like this more than the first part i'm ngl #i'm having lots of fun with this one #i was smiling maniacally during the nightmare sequence let me tell you #anyway i hope you guys like it!! :D #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #j writes #jay's journal #white hair fic

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ophanim-vesper · 4 months

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you mean to tell me it took me over a year and a half and a rewatch of the toh finale with my friend to realize that the light spell broke the Collector's nightmare dream sequence because IT'S TITAN MAGIC. AND TITAN MAGIC CANCELS OUT COLLECTOR MAGIC.

#I'm such a fake ass fan #what still doesn't make sense is how Luz's friends knew??#I always had a hc that the puppets can see through the Collector's eyes #which is why Camila was crying so hard after Luz died even though she was a puppet #but I don't think they can sift through his memories???#or his thoughts???#Collector only said his powers don't work on King because 'he's a Titan'#AFTER Luz's friends figured out the light spell thing #also if Collector's powers don't work on King #how come the nightmare sequence did??????#Collectors and Archivists can use external forces like meteors on Titans #but that nightmare thing is more like #a direct spell #?????#well no show is perfect ig #toh #toh theory #toh analysis #toh king #king clawthorne #toh collector #the collector #the owl house #toh amity #amity blight #toh titan #toh archivists

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rubywolf0201 · 2 months

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Got myself to watch the Black Swan/Acheron animated short and just wow. The dance animation, Black Swan foolish attempt to look into Acheron’s past almost lead her to be metaphysically “killed” in some sense and Acheron giving a pretty curious look to Black Swan is just so 👌🏼

#rubi’s post #honkai star rail #black swan #acheron #i swear the animation in here peaked #like it is just so realistic from Black Swan’s POV #and the fluidity of the dance to the nightmare sequence is just scary but in a perfect way

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apogean-tides · 9 months

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It's a unique type of frustration when you agree that a character is deeply flawed but other people keep missing what's actually wrong with them and assigning them new flaws that they don't even have it's like free my elf he did none of that. He did a bunch of other shit tho.

#yes I know r/thedragonprince has garbage opinions #You say Runaan and Viren have parallels #I say yes.#You say Runaan is a worse parent than Viren #and I ask: did we watch the same show?#the dragon prince #tdp #runaan #viren #rayla #don't get me wrong I loved the sequence of viren worrying over his kids... but it took a damn fever dream #I like to imagine runaan is going through something similar in the hell coin... rayla nightmare fuel and all

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sweet-beezus · 1 month

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You hear a creature creeping up behind

You're out of time

#sham's art #shamsbabs #iliana #currently experiencing michael jackson brainrot after watching mj the musical live #they staged thriller's musical number to be a battle with The Horrors (mj's trauma)#and it fundamentally changed my brain chemistry lmao #unfortunately i had to reflect that in yet another blorbo piece #but you see the concept was too cool to pass up so sacrifices had to be made #anyway i was picturing this in my head like a nightmare musical number dream sequence #as it feels right to do so nowadays #sometimes you gotta work together with your child self to avoid getting eaten by your inner demons y'know how it is #anyway moving on to other things before i wax to much poetic #kh oc #kingdom hearts oc #igni #master igni #forgot to tag her lmao anyways #khux oc #army of the roses #eyes tw

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