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#or as the last gif suggests...
driftwooddestiel · 8 months
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im still riding the high of that episode tbh . have some gifs
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kathonyy · 1 month
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BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 SNEAK PEEK
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imthepunchlord · 2 months
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If AtLA did get that season 4 the writers wanted, I kinda wonder if they would've revealed the origins of the Avatar and what they would've done; as LoK's take on the spirits and the origins of the Avatar and bending felt disconnected from what AtLA previously set up (at least for me).
As I never got the original show's answer, it led to me pondering it and I had a thought I felt makes more sense.
Based on AtLA and how spirits were, I thought that the Avatar originally started as a powerful spirit that was tied to nature, and had a fondness for humanity and how they connected to nature, strong enough that they developed bending. And similar to La and Tui, they mortalized themselves in human form to be amongst other humans, only they had the unique ability to bend all four elements.
And between being a powerful spirit that's tied to people and the four elements, and the devotion to be there for people, the Avatar Cycle just came to be upon the first death and the first birth, this spirit always becoming reborn in a new elemental nation, to grow up amongst the people it naturally cared for, having a new life to live, to have new experiences, and forming new friendships while also finding old friendships that will last lifetimes. And given the spiritual origins, can also work off the unique role the Avatar has between the spirit realm and the material realm.
I feel this thought makes more sense for the origins of Avatar and working more off AtLA's set up of spirits and the origins of bending.
And while I would vote the actual spirit be left a mystery, IF it had to be specified on what it was, I probably would've voted they were a lion turtle. Like, even in AtLA, they're set up as incredibly mystical and spiritual, and able to manipulate energy itself, and I think the creators even had the idea that people used to live on their backs before LoK confirmed it, confirming they did have a close connection to people.
Everything about them is kinda set up to be like, a precursor to the Avatar. Mindful, it's not a requirement, but that could be a potential reason why the lion turtle arose to help Aang in his time of need, how they sensed Aang was lost and in need of guidance and advise, the Avatar potentially was the soul of a lion turtle, and playing off the lion aspect, they are sociable and work as a team.
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It's not a stretch to think a spirit tied to lions are open to helping another.
Either way, this is a thought I wanted to share as an alternative to LoK's answer for the Avatar origins as I just wasn't all that crazy about it.
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purrpletiger · 8 months
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FRESH DRAWING GUIDE:
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Hello everybody, I've come to give you all this absurd reference guide for drawing Fresh. yep. I decided to spend hours slapping this together.
If I got anything wrong or should add anything PLEEEASE lemme know! All ideas welcome!
If you want to see my "research" on this character, let me know in the replies, because there's so much to talk about with him and I'd love to do a character analysis or two, I couldn't put much about his personality or source posts in this because it's just a drawing guide!
Link to all the full images
Transcript and close-ups of the text on the image: (May be in a strange order)
Fresh was created by @loverofpiggies (CQ)
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Main Outfit:
YOLO sunglasses
Backwards propeller cap
Pink Polo shirt
Crayola Jacket
Gold Tooth
SWAG fannypack
Convertible Zip-off pants
White Heelie shoes
Pink socks
He has thick eyebrows to emote! (The eyebrows are usually depicted with black hair but one human design has eyebrows that match the pink hair color!)
The bag says SWAG on it
His glasses say YOLO by default, but the letters can magically change mid-scene...
this design for Fresh is Tall, we dunno how tall but taller than CQ's Sans characters (or just Geno since he's literally sans undertale with some added steps). But his height is just his host's height sooo it can vary.
those (cyan and yellow) shoe details are on the innerside but not outerside
HE HAS HEELIES!
Pink glove cuffs!
his skateboard is inconsistent dont worry about it
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Glasses Off:
The host's soul shows up in their left eyesocket
- The soul tends to look unstable (cracks & a sortve stroboscopic effect.. i couldn't think of a better word.) but not in some cases...
It doesn't have to be a white upside-down heart, that's just a reference to an undertale monster soul.
He has a purple substance full of little RADs that emanate from his eyesockets (when his sunglasses are off)
"The soul in Fresh's eyes CAN be cracked. That soul isn't his. it belongs to his host. And.... after a while.... things go bad for the host, and he needs a new one." -CQ
(example of soul with unstable effect with no cracks) (example of soul with cracks but lacking the effect)
The purple aura(?) can glow and emanate from the eyes when his glasses are on too
i miss this one design specifically. the colors and the SK8 OR B SK8 shirt were peak
I miss the SWAG necklace...
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Fresh leaves a rainbow cloud of smoke when he "poofs". Either teleporting him and his host body somewhere or leaving his host behind.
Human Designs:
Fresh can possess humans too.
They all look physically different because they're different people that he's possessing.
Fresh can possess pretty much any body, but I thought I'd show the varied examples of humans anyway
Don't forget the orange jacket flaps! or his hat propeller!
I dunno what's up with the multicolor tongue thing. I think it was extra parasites in the host's mouth? I feel like it was scrapped at some point... but I could be wrong
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FURBIES!:
Oh yeah, he also does this: (no image for the bat tho)
"I mean when he fights he pulls Furbies out of his magical fanny pack. takes out a wiffle bat. and hits the furby at his enemies.
And then the furby explodes in a blaze of glory." -CQ
Despite using some furbies as explosives, he seems to 'care' about and treat these two like precious babies:
This one is potentially named McFreshby The Fresh Furbrah (Fresh is mentioned to have one named that, and this is the only other furby he's been depicted with)
It can also do THIS: (roll its eyes back into a spookier look)
This is DJ FurBs. that's all i know about him
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The REAL Parasite:
Fresh is actually this little parasite controlling a host body. (if you didn't know that why are you reading this post rn!?! but nah I love new Fresh fans, welcome!)
The main parasite is this purple one with the eyemouth and four(?) tendrils, the other colored tentacles are prrrobably Fresh's offspring (freshmageddon moment?) (I'm not actually sure, I'm just pretty sure they're not part of the main parasite but are parasite tentacles)
You can also see Fresh's five or more purple tendrils here stretching out all over his host's body
All art from CrayonQueen/@loverofpiggies
Reference guide made by PurrpleParrasite/@purrpletiger
pls suggest changes or additions if u have ideas!
That's all!
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catzy88 · 7 months
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Le Bien Qui Fait Mal
Or, Salieri's descent into bisexual crisis and BDSM madness
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weishenkun · 6 months
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231110 weibo live
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jicklet · 7 months
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Nick being a bro to Ace in 4.06 – “The Web of Yesterdays”
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swanpit · 9 months
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puss : ^ also puss, one intense dream about death later :
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ref here
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raviollies · 2 months
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Had an appointment with a nutritionist and he said you can thrive on only protein and fat, eating 0 vegetables and fruit (with the addendum "not that I'm saying that you should!")
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edit: i found his insta and this explains a lot actually
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"Nothing like the smell of cigarettes and vinegar. I don't smoke or nothin'. Just, I like being around it. It reminds me of my chidlhood"
Lisa Ann Walter as Melissa Schemmenti in Abbott Elementary | 02×01: Development Day
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supes9 · 1 month
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Roy + Johnny + Coffee Breaks ☕️
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sleep-knot · 8 months
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random sid gifs pt. 2
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jay-wasstuff · 1 year
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Monsterfuckers awakening from slumber for PIBTLW:
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anya-anya002 · 3 months
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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔢𝔡 (𝔦𝔦)
ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ! ᴀʟᴇx ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔: age gap (21 f, 37 m), cheating, the regular degulars of the funeral home, mentions of death, regret
(no beef to Rhode Island-)
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You dusted off your emerald sweater dress as Alex’s voice echoed throughout the funeral home. He was with clients, apparently, their mother had passed. Their voices raspy with prior tears and sobs. You frowned and sat in the small chapel in the back of the funeral home.
The ‘Park and Kin Home’ was supposedly as old as the town of Lasin, and the chapel was proof of it. Old tapestries made of hand-dyed wool hung on the tall granite columns that were posted on the four corners. Their sides were carved out to house candles. What once was wax is now plastic and battery candles that artificially flickered. That didn't seem to hinder its charm. The large stained glass window that's just an ombre of greens from a pale almost clear chartreuse to a deep forest green.
While you enjoyed the quiet, the voices from the main office stopped. Possibly, they stopped a while ago; the sounds of footsteps filled the chapel. Slowly, you turned in your pew to see Alexander at the end of the nave. Dressed in grey coveralls, the zipper of it undone to the middle of his sternum as he wiped dirt-covered hands with a rag. His greying hair brushed back.
“Y/N?” he asked.
“Hmm,” you replied, your eyes heavy, and the lashes you wore today made them feel heavier. You curse yourself for binge-watching cooking shows until three in the morning.
“Mara’s mother is planning a trip to Rhode Island for the girls,” he said. As you looked at him, you lifted one of your eyebrows inquisitively.
“Yea, I heard,”
“Are you going?” he asked. You shrugged and shook your head.
“Nah, I have a few things to do during the week,” you brushed off and leaned into the pew more. He arched an eyebrow.
“Like what?”
“Like, not going to Rhode Island,”
He laughed loudly, the stench of cigarette smoke had reached you when he did that and you sat up slightly.
“What do you got going on that's better than a vacation?” he pried, his lips curled into a smirk as he lazily smoked his cigarette, eyeing you. You looked at him and pressed your lips together to prevent yourself from blurting out his name.
But thankfully, the tune of the funeral march interrupted your banter.
“Ah, I gotta take this,” he said as he scurried away to the foyer. You simply shrugged it off, getting up and making your way out of the chapel.
You hummed, trying to fill the emptiness of the home and most importantly, your mind. The conversation Mr.Turner was having somewhere within the place reverberated through the vacant halls. Tempting you. Your head and whole body turned, trying to face away the noise.
But, temptation is a human experience and sadly, you’re one of those things.
“I’m not telling you to calm down dearest,” Mr. Turner said. You raised a brow and stood in the corner of the atrium of the chapel quietly.
“Vivi, I’m just saying that I can’t understand you,” he said. His voice mirrored throughout the little hallway. You could hear the slight worry in him as your lips furrowed. Folding your arms and turning more toward the stained glass window.
“On Wednesday, yes, Vivienne I will drop Mara and you off,”
“At 12:45pm, at Chetfield Airport, yes, “ he said. You imagined his face saying all that. The way his muscles must hurt from holding back a series of frowns and grimaces.
“Alright,” you heard him finish; a deep sigh followed. Then silence, an eerie, thick, deafening quiet as you walked toward his voice.
A myriad of thoughts ran through your mind as your shoulders slumped. The shuffling of your shoes filled the void in your ears as the painting covered walls pass you by.
There he was in the main office. The phone cradled in one hand as he raked the other through his hair. The cigarette that was out earlier was now between his lips and leaking thin rivers of smoke.
“I love you too, baby,” he said, not a whisper but a sweet, blissful coo.
A dull ache began to steep in your chest. Your eyes screwed shut for a moment as you inhaled.
“Y/N, I didn't know you were still here,” he said. You gave a curt smile. Your nose could smell the spearmint flavoring of his cigarette’s filter.
“Yea I uh, I left my charger in the chapel,” you said. Alex looked at you for a second, ashes plopping from his cigarette onto the blue rug below.
Your skin crawled the longer he stared. Like little pinworms burrowed deep within your dermis as you check the time to see it’s ‘1:57 pm.’ Blinking, you returned your gaze to Mr.Turner.
“Uh, Mr. Turner, I gotta head back home,”
“So soon? I thought you wanted help with your restorative arts class.”
You shook your head, wanting to hide beneath your skin and never be found as you mind screamed at the pregnant pause between you two.
“Well, um, let me show you out then,” he said. Looking slightly dismayed as he puts his cigarette out and walks towards you. You looked away from him for a moment, feeling the delayed shame that should’ve hit you a while ago, hit you. Your eyes blurry as he lead the two of you out. Why in the fuck was he so kind?
His large palm met the small of your back as you tensed. Your heart sped up at the warmth of his hand.
“I’ll see you Saturday right?” He asked, a big smile on his face as you feebly nod. Scurrying out of the funeral home and to your car with tears burning in your eyes.
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hashileio · 11 months
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suggestive art under cut :3c
cw: glowy ecto tongue
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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Another dbf!bucky thought that's been bouncing around in my head recently is the thought of calling him "daddy" and him playing into how wrong it is because WOW
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I've been loving the idea of him teasing you for wanting an older man. Maybe it's even just a little bit of fun back and forth about how you really should find a nice boy your own age and it's wrong for you to be chasing after a man who's almost 50 while you're in your 20s.
It's just a bit of a joke between the two of you, one that you affectionately smack his arm for every now and again and that usually starts a play fight that ends with you on top of him and his lips on yours.
I like to think that he'd bring it up during sex, thinking it'll make you laugh but it doesn't really have the effect on you that he'd expected.
Because imagine a really intimate missionary that's so slow and touchy but still really lighthearted. It's not awfully intense but it brings you both a little comfort knowing you can take your time and enjoy the build up.
"How's that feel, sweetheart? Is that nice?" He's got a playful smirk on his lips as he drags his length from the warmth of your body ever so slowly before pressing it back in equally slowly.
"Yep, that's exactly what I want, thanks." You sound so sarcastic, it makes him chuckle. There's no need to rush and absolutely no need to make it any more serious than it should be. "It's fine, I get it. Your joints aren't what they used to be. It's easier to hurt yourself now you're older."
The smirk on his lips falters ever so slightly, in fact, you probably would've missed it if you hadn't been so focused on him.
"Is that right? Cause I'd love to see if any of the boys your own age could make you cum the way I can." He's not wrong but his thrusts are just a little sharper now. He has a point to prove now and you're happy to let him do that.
He knows how to work your body. He's had plenty of practice, after all. You know exactly what's coming when he slides the pillow under your hips and you couldn't be more thrilled.
"That's it, good girl." The slight change in angle is a blessing for you and he knows it. In fact, he plays into it completely, giving you shallow thrusts, ensuring his tip is rubbing right against the spot inside you that makes you see stars.
"Oh my God, daddy, please." You're so over-pleasured, you're hardly even thinking. You only really snap back to the present when he stills inside you and you race to apologise, thinking you killed the moment.
"Really, sweetheart? 'Daddy'?" He teases before he latches his mouth onto your neck, sucking harshly. His stubble burns slightly but you can't find it in yourself to care when his movements start again.
"You know how wrong that is?" He can only groan when you nod because of course you know it's wrong. So much of this is and he knows it too. But at the same time, nothing feels like he does. He treats you well, his presence is comforting and the sex is incredible so how could it really be wrong?
"You're gonna cum for daddy, aren't you? You're so fucking close and I've hardly even touched you. Good girl, that's it." You bite down on his shoulder, sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure, knowing this has the potential to be a very long evening.
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