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#sick of being honest
beadmotion · 1 year
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APPLEBLOOD- I'm sick of drawing Belos
Belos reminds me of the creature in MILKBLOOD's Sick of Being Honest music video, so I animated him dancing based on Casey Frey's mocap footage. (That's me playing kazoo in the background)
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dixiedeadshake · 1 year
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I just found out that the super cute monster baby in this video was designed by father of Sirenhead himself, Trevor Henderson. I love him and this song is a banger. Live your dreams little guy!
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tapeworrmart · 4 months
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A bullet in his head, finally 💥
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54625 · 3 months
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So Fit can canonically take screenshots and print them out without a separate camera. As far as I'm aware, we don't have an in character explanation for this so I'm pitching the printer arm theory . a printer in his arm. he has a camera and a printer in his metal arm. get yourself a man who doubles as a printer
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athina-blaine · 20 days
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for my money, labru is head and shoulders above other ships involving them simply due to the unmatched yap potential, i imagine them feeding off each other's energy like they're slipstreaming in mario kart until they start going fast enough to break the sound barrier
#dungeon meshi#dunmesh spoilers#labru#the Compounding Yap Effect#thinking about kabru wanting to understand the value of monsterhood despite how much pain they caused him ...#laios wanting to understand the value of humanity despite how much pain they caused him ...#none of this even mentioning how much kabru needs a person like laios to spur his character growth#kabru is a schemy schemer who schemes and it's one of his best qualities#but it's also what gets him killed over and over again in an attempt to get closer to laios and co when none of his usual tricks worked#it took until the absolute 11th hour where kabru HAD to choose#between potentially unlocking the secrets of the dungeon or giving it up to the canaries and losing his chance forever#if kabru had fallen back on what he knew he would have killed laios then and never got what he wanted#laios forcing kabru to be honest with his feelings#(a feeling kabru had buried so deep he was barely aware he had it in the first place)#is what finally gets laios to stop and listen#and he finally gives kabru enough of a reason to trust him and make kabru stop the canaries and give the party time to escape#and it's ONLY then that kabru is able to get what he wants#legit i cant imagine a more fulfilling ending for kabru than getting to directly engage his interest in a way that directly helps people#with someone who both needs wants and sincerely appreciates his skills#literally riding off into the sunset gay ass ending im#im going to be sick#day 28 being normal about them
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zer0point5ive · 5 months
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adam and lawrence standing opposite one another for the first time once they’ve both recovered enough and adam losing his mind a little ‘cause yeah, he’s seen lawrence, he’s stalked him, camera in hand and spent what felt like a lifetime chained up across the room from him, he’s had hours in his darkroom, music blaring as photo after photo of lawrence stares back at him, he’s been up close and personal as lawrence promised to come back, as adam begged him not to leave and he’s sat next to lawrence’s hospital bed during their joint recovery. he’s seen lawrence, sure. but only from a distance, only lying down. so when he’s suddenly stood a few feet in front of the guy? when lawrence moves closer, still, and adam realises that he has to tilt his head up to look at him? when he realises that lawrence has to bend a little when he wants to murmur something to adam, just low enough that no one else will hear? when lawrence comments on their height difference for the first time, teasing but not mean, well .. yeah. maybe adam realises he has a little thing for it. or whatever
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“More dangerous and Less wise”
Yeah, ok, if we ignore the fact that it is a banger of a line and description, tell me again which elven race commited 4 massacres for jewelry?
Which races were ready to kill for it?
And which race’s king said that he would not ever fight a war for gold and jewels?
That’s what i thought.
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pidges-lost-robot · 3 months
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Lance: Shiro's like our space dad
Shiro, in exhausted 25 year old who is sick to death of being treated like he's in his forties/fifties or some shit: excuse me...
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thesituation · 1 month
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we are straight up used to this shit by now lmao
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annoying-moth · 6 months
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Okay so I looked up how old the eggs were/are in order to draw them better and–
HOLY SHIT
Tilin and trump only lived for 10 days, 10 Days.
Less than a month, less than the time spent on purgatory- juanaflippa also only lived for 11 days. They are younger than sunny, em and pepito. Bobby only lived a little bit more than a month. Tallulah is only 12 days younger than the original eggs-
Like, I'm so shocked but also‐ excited to rethink their designs >:]]
(This is their ages in order btw for those who want to know, this is done with the help of the wiki and my math skillz)
-Chayanne, Leo, dapper, ramon = older than 8 months/ 242 days (day 13 - day 255)
-Tallulah = older than 8 months/ 230 days (day 25 - day 255)
-Richarlyson = older than 8 months/ 215 days (day 40 - day 255)
-Pomme = older than 7 months/ 199 days (day 56 - day 255)
-Sunny, Em, Pepito = less than a month/ 13 days (day 242 - day 255)
-Juanaflippa = less than a month/ 11 days (day 13 - day 24 )
-Tilin, Trump = less than a month/ 10 days (day 13 - day 23)
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daily-hanamura · 7 months
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gallery-piece · 2 months
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CRUISE MAGNETS!!! images that make me want to take another stab at the vacation fic i was writing.. (i did make pirate athena but. i was not satisfied enough with the face to post oops)
did use bases for these: mellon_soup on patreon; really great free poses. might rb with physical products once i get around to printing and cutting these. image id in alt text.
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pixelatedraindrops · 3 months
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Yakou and Yuma QuickFic
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I've been feeling a little down today, so I decided to write a small drabble/flash fic to try and cheer myself up.
Nothing too whumpy, nothing too emotional or extreme, nothing that drags and nothing too OOC. Just domestic and straight to the point.
Another fairly tame sickfic.
Enjoy.
Warm and Weary
Word Count: 900+
Characters: Yuma Kokohead, Yakou Furio
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic
Yuma had just started walking back to the submarine from his outing. He had been investigating the city for a while, helping other people out, and making sure to stay out of the Peacekeeper's sights. But he started to grow a little tired.
Shinigami had told him in a nagging annoying tone to keep going, but he just didn't have it. He felt tired and drained from everything that's happened to him so far and the rain certainly wasn't helping him.
So to make sure he didn't cause any further trouble unexpectedly, he slowly trudged back to the agency and walked up the ramp onto the deck. His legs feeling heavier with every step.
As he stepped down the stairs and out of the humidity of the rain outside and into the cool air conditioning of the entrance of the sub, his temples had started to hurt slightly. Placing a hand to his head with a small look of strain, he walked slowly into the main office removing his rain attire. He really wanted to sit down.
He entered the room to see the agency's boss sitting at his desk reading his newspaper and smoking a cigarette like usual.
"Yuma, welcome back." Yakou said looking up from his reading.
Yuma nodded, hand still to his head "Thank you..."
"You're back a bit earlier than usual, something going on?" the chief asked raising a brow at Yuma's gesture.
Yuma sighed as his head started hurting more. Then he started feeling dizzy and his vision was getting a bit bleary. His legs almost felt like lead, but he somehow still had the strength to stand and kept standing. His body started feeling like it was slightly achy and as he took his hand off his head and looked down at it, there was a clear liquid substance on it. He was sweating.
Putting all these thoughts together as a detective does, Yuma came to a deduction to what might have been wrong. He spoke tiredly, but honestly and calmly.
"Chief, I think I have a fever..."
Yakou looked worried. "Oh, really? Here, lemme see..."
He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to the tired trainee by the doorway. He would have asked Yuma to come to him but seeing how tired Yuma looked, that probably wasn't a good idea. Without a single word more he leaned down slightly and slid his hand under the boy's bangs.
Yuma's deduction was spot on.
"Yeah, you sure do." Yakou said with a frown feeling the warmth of the boy’s forehead.
“Sorry…” Yuma weakly apologized.
“Hey, it happens. You were probably just pushing yourself too hard out there.” Yakou replied placing a hand to Yuma’s shoulder.
“C’mon, let’s sit you down and I’ll see if I’ve got anything you can take.” Yakou lent Yuma his aid as he used his arm to support his back, helping him walk to the purple sofa.
“Thanks…” Yuma responded accepting Yakou’s assistance as he slowly stumbled to the sofa. Once he reaches his destination he sits down slowly. Feeling the world spin a bit as he closed his eyes.
Yakou observed Yuma carefully as he was seated. Concern all over his face as Yuma looked down.
“Yeah, you don’t look so good now that I take a closer look at you. You’re trembling a little too. I’ll see if I got a spare blanket.”
“N-No it’s okay... I’ll be fine if I just rest here for a little bit.” Yuma insisted looking back up at him.
“A little bit? Forget that! You’re burning up! You’re staying right here the rest of the day so I can keep my eye on you.” Yakou insisted even harder, purposely exaggerating the situation to make sure Yuma stays put.
“Huh? I couldn’t ask you to do that...” Yuma said.
“Too bad, you’re getting it anyway. I’m the chief and you’re the trainee. Far as I’m concerned my word is absolute.” Yakou said before scratching his head. “Or at least…it should be absolute.” he chuckled awkwardly.
He stood up. “Anyway, stay there. I’ll be right back.” He left Yuma alone as he went to the next room.
When he came back, he found a ‘blanket’ in the form of some extra sheets that were in the shower room and got some painkillers from the cabinet in the kitchen. He covered Yuma up and handed him the tablet medication with a glass of water to drink. Yuma took the medicine calmly, drinking the water to help it go down.
“Alright, I’ll try to make you something light to eat later, but for now I think you should take a nice long nap.” Yakou said looking down at Yuma who was now lying down under the covers with a damp cloth under his bangs.
“Thanks, Chief Yakou… I appreciate this.” Yuma said as he yawned. “I do feel pretty tired…”
Yakou just laughed. “Yeah. That's probably the painkillers. They usually knock me out like a light whenever I take ‘em when I have a headache from overnight work sessions or if I’m a bit hungover from drinking.”
“Chief, you should take better care of yourself…” Yuma said with both the intent of concern and to slightly tease him.
“Like you’re one to talk! You could fry a rice omelet on your forehead!” Yakou retorted back playfully.
Both of them laughed.
“But seriously, get some sleep Yuma.” Yakou said.
“Okay… Thank you again.” Yuma responded moving his body into a comfortable position closing his eyes and getting the most comfort he could from the sheets covering him.
“Hope you feel better soon.” Yakou said patting his back before getting up and turning off one of the lights before he goes back to his desk to sit down. Putting his cigarette out to not affect Yuma’s sleep.
At least he knew Yuma would avoid getting into any trouble for today.
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oifaaa · 2 months
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Who gets custody of thr kids then?
if I die you lot either go to French anon or who ever I end up with in my current run through of mystic messenger
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butchfaith · 8 months
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one really frustrating thing about long term/chronic illness is when people ask "how are you?" and you can either a) say "fine thanks!", in which case they expect you to be able to do everything a healthy person could do and get annoyed when you can't, or b) say how you're Actually feeling and then end up feeling like all you do is complain lmao
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lesbian-hannibal · 4 months
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me every 3 seconds realising i just laid all my feelings out on the table like an IDIOT
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