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#to the rescue
mlhar · 1 year
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Big Guy and little Big man is on their way!
To save the dum-dums ←
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finally caught ←
They couldn't use the tank or the shellhog cuz of shopping protocol
Ref drawing pics: P1 - Prev - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6
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summerwages · 6 months
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whatcha doin..
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The flying bun.
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SuperBun to the rescue!
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rondoel · 2 years
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Gotta act before he changes his mind ;D
Comfort after the previous one as promised. One more to go!
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eidolons-stuff · 8 months
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Wednesday: "I would appreciate if you would now leave, Xavier"
Xavier: "I don't get it"
Bianca: "Why the hell is Xavier STILL here? Beat it!"
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thereal-yippee · 9 months
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Is it just me or is leo like RADIATING mom vibes like hes always checking on his brothers and giving tired sighs and especially the first 2 pics give off ‘Mom friend’ when he puts his hand on his head like a real mom would? He’s probably the second team medic next to donnie and would 100% always ask “R you okay???” Every 5 seconds if one of his brothers is hurt.
Also kinda irrelevant but i like to prefer that Leo admires karai like a big sis/role model cause even if she wasn’t his SISTER karai would be his COUSIN and that would be rlly weird even if It wasn’t by blood
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Thank you @aizawasluckylady for this lovely Skull meetcute <3 who doesn’t love a knight in shining waterproofs?
...
“... are you... okay?”
... You looked up, shocked to see another person, quickly fixing a polite smile to your face despite the obvious nervousness written all over you. 
“I-I’m fine!”
... You weren’t fine. 
You’d broken one of the most important, cardinal rules of hiking- you hadn’t told anyone where you were going. This was a trail you’d walked a hundred times, maybe more... a beautiful and easy route through a forested valley that stopped by many scenic areas, like giant trees and little waterfalls, a river with calm pools you could take a swim in, ideal picnic spots and clearings full of flowers. You just wanted an easy hike, it had been raining all day for a few days straight and the sky was finally clear. Just something familiar to clear your head. It hadn’t even crossed your mind to text someone- you knew the trail so well after all. Sure, there was no signal for most of the walk... but what could go wrong?
... And then, when coming down a verge, you’d slipped on wet ground; and when you landed, you felt something in your foot go crack.
... You’d been sitting on grass by the side of the path for about a quarter of an hour now, alone and gradually getting colder and colder, watching in horror as your ankle started to swell and the pain gradually increased. Walking was absolutely out of the question. No phone signal to call for help, no way anyone at home knew you were in trouble... no way you could possibly hike out again with your foot the way it was.
...
The stranger looking down at you was the first person you’d encountered on the trail today. A bear of a man almost twice your height, definitely twice your width, he had the shoulders of an ox... the calm, gentle aura of one, too. Dressed in old black pants and a waterproof blue coat with the hood pulled up, he was a skeleton monster with a cracked skull and impressively jagged teeth. Only one socket had an eye in it, an engorged red iris bigger than your hand that slowly migrated between your face, foot, and face again.
(His hiking boots were bigger than your head.)
“you...” his voice was a low drawl, rusty from what you assumed was disuse, as his head slightly cocked. “don’t look fine.”
You hoped the pink in your cheeks would just come across as chill.
“I-I just hurt my foot. I’ll be fine in a minute.”
... He grunted, pulling his hood off and slowly crouching down to your level. He was huge- you started moving, like you were going to sit up. You weren’t scared of him, you were just terrified of even slightly inconveniencing someone.
“... i’m skull.” He said, softly, not meeting your eye, like he wasn’t used to introducing himself.
“... (y-y/n). I’m fine, really. I just need some rest.”
“can i see?” His huge eye remained on your foot. “i’m... good with bones, heh.”
... A joke? 
“... O-oh. Alright.”
He reached out, extremely gently, his giant claws looked to your leg how a hand would usually look to a wrist. It was so bizarre- usually, any stranger this near to you would set off every ‘too close’ instinct you had in you. But ‘Skull’ just felt... trustworthy? You looked at his face curiously as he examined your leg. You felt like you could allow him close- you hadn’t so much as thought twice about letting him into your personal space bubble to inspect your foot. It just felt obvious that he wouldn’t hurt you.
... With an impressive carefulness, he lifted your pant leg, observing the skin of the swelling limb. A noticeable crease appeared between his brows.
...
“... I-is it bad?” You couldn’t help but ask.
“sprained.” He mumbled, pulling your pant leg back down again, eyelight narrowing in on you. “might... be broken. no walking.”
“... O-oh.”
...
... How were you going to get back home? If your ankle was badly injured there was no way you could make it. Shit. This was bad. The distress settling on your face was quite obvious.
Skull’s head cocked, eyelight on your face now. He spoke gently. “... is... no one... with you?”
“N-no.” You admitted, face warming with embarrassment at your rookie error. “I-it’s okay. I’ll call someone, figure something out.”
“... got signal?”
“... No, but I can-”
... He didn’t waste any time. His giant arms reached out, you felt light pressure on your back, and suddenly you were lifted high into the air, scooped up into his arms like a princess. You let out a tiny yelp and grabbed onto his coat- he was warm, really warm, it was nice after so long sitting in damp grass. Skull seemed to only take a moment to check you were secure in his grip, one one arm around your back and the other under your knees... then he let out a small assured breath from his nasal cavity and started walking down the path.
Your face was probably absolutely crimson at this point, grip on his coat tight. He walked so quickly thanks to his huge strides, you could hardly believe how fast he moved at a normal pace. “Y-you don’t have to...!”
“you need... to rest the foot.” His eyelight shifted, peering down at you. “s’okay, i don’t mind.”
Your ears felt like they were going to set alight. “A-am I not... too...?”
...
He gave you a look, you didn’t need to finish that particular sentence. His socket narrowed slightly, and his smile lifted at the corners, like he found it funny.
“... you’re tiny.” He said, simply.
... You swallowed. Yeah... everyone was probably tiny to him. He was carrying you like you weighed little more than a hoodie he’d found on the back of a chair, and he seemed perfectly comfortable and content to hold you the way he was.
“W-where are we going?” 
“car park.” He replied, you could feel his voice through his chest. “signal there. easy pickup.”
...
His arms were incredibly comfy, being as big as they were. You felt fully supported, you could completely lean into his chest... a wave of relief suddenly washed over you- you didn’t have to worry anymore. Someone was helping you, you were going to be fine.
“... Thank you.” You said, small, shaky. “I-I really appreciate your help.”
“... course.”
...
“... what, mh... made you... come out here?”
You were surprised by how chatty he was. He struck you as the kind of guy to stay quiet for long periods of time... yet he seemed keen to get a conversation going. Was that normal for him?
“... I walk here a lot.” You looked out at the trees as they passed by. “It’s one of my favourite spots. Very atmospheric... the river here is great, there’s swim spots but there’s also parts where it’s shallow for miles and you can walk in the river the whole way.” A smile appeared on your face. “... Usually the good swim spots are full of people but this one is out of the way enough for people to not know it. Not that I was swimming today... it’s just a nice area. Y’know, if you come at night here at the right time, you get so many fireflies... I just really like being here. Or outside in general. I...”
... You pursed your lips. You were suddenly aware of how much you were talking. He probably didn’t want a novel when his question was just why you were out walking here today.
...
“... m’not... great with words.”
You blinked, looking up at Skull. His voice was even softer than before. His eyelight shifted, peering down at you... then it moved away again, that blue shade reappearing on his cheekbones.
“but... i, uh... i really like listenin’. to you. if you... don’t mind... talking more.”
...
You went pink too, in turn.
“... O-oh. Okay.”
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hamham-moments · 1 year
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todayinhiphophistory · 5 months
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Today in Hip Hop History:
D-Nice released his second and final album To Tha Rescue November 26, 1991
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sleepiichihiro · 10 months
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Anyone wanna be friends fr?? (And yes I made a new board!!) I have a lot more but that would take up a lot of space but please ask me questions!! Let’s pretend that bad end theater is on here!!
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pinkidolly · 2 months
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buzzy lightyear to the wes-cue!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
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myevilmouse · 8 months
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July: Rescue
Baklek Base was near.  Luke gave the halt signal to his elite strike team.  Ben had been allowed to come, so he wanted some Force-assisted recon before proceeding.
“What do you think, Dad?” came the eager question over his shoulder.
“Chewbacca’s intel was good,” Luke said softly.  “A lot of slaves are still being held here.”
“Not for long,” was Ben’s confident answer. 
“Not for long,” Luke echoed, facing the rest of the group.  “Pathfinders, Operation Castilus is a go.”
In dagger formation, they moved stealthily towards the building. 
“Time to rescue some Wookiees,” Luke muttered, breaking into a run.
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niceminipotato · 26 days
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Anddddd it was true. I thought I made it up out of how many times they just continue to walk as I drop to my death lol. But she caught me! She caught me 😍 I feel better now
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Considering canon has given us:
The True Love’s Kiss spell break during Dark Cupid 
AND Sleeping Beauty-mode frozen Adrien Agreste in Style Queen
What are the odds that as things go dark...and maybe once they know who Hawkmoth is (or perhaps because of it), we see both of these two concepts finally meet in the middle.
Given all the craziness they’ve already gone through and how being close in Ephemeral, even fleetingly was all Gabriel needed to turn the tides in his favor in the darkest way possible, I kind of doubt even if the Love Square reveal to each other happens before Hawkmoth is unmasked.  If anything their love and their doubts might make them both only pine that much harder.
Until Adrien tries to break free of Gabriel’s control.
Gabriel already has the alliance rings to pretend his son is there and real.  
And with no Nathalie to keep Adrien in line...and the Gorilla’s competence already in question, it wouldn’t be a leap to see Gabriel take a drastic move.
Especially since he conveniently has had at least two glass coffins for his wife since he seems to be pretty prone to smash the glass in a fit of rage.
At least to anyone who might not be watching him close enough.
Of course, Marinette would know.  She would absolutely worry...and with maybe only Alya else to lean back on, her Gabriel Agreste theory might come back up... (especially since Alya’s early theory was far more spot on than either of them ever realized.)
It just would make Adrien’s suddenly compliant behavior all the more suspect.
She wouldn’t let him suffer.  Not when she could do something about it.
We know from Style Queen that Plagg could be free when Adrien was in stasis, so long as he escaped.
We also know Adrien still has the spy tools he picked up from when Felix dropped them.
Getting down into the basement would be easy.  And with Plagg unseen by cameras, he could easily mess with the cameras to hide Ladybug’s presence in the Agreste basement.
Surely it would be shocking for Ladybug to see Adrien’s mother lying prone in the middle of the basement, after she was supposed to have been dead for more than a year.  But it would be seeing Adrien lifeless and unmoving that would be the most chilling.  Especially after knowing how free and animated as Chat Noir that Adrien had proven himself to be.
It all felt wrong.
She tried jostling him.  She tried pleading.
She even tried crying.
Her mind raced and must have tried a dozen more things -- to include her Lucky Charm to bring her Prince back to her.
Until, finally, a mad, truly reckless thought occurred.
True love’s kiss had worked once before.
She just hadn’t realized why.  She never would have imagined Chat Noir and her Adrien were one in the same.
So, Ladybug’s powers weren’t the only ones she had.
Which meant there was hope. 
With her earrings beeping furiously, Ladybug leapt forward, hastily pressing her lips to Adrien’s chilled one before she could second guess herself again.
Not daring to breathe.  At least not until he finally did.
Adrien’s green eyes fluttered open.
The soft pink glow of her de-transformation haloing around her head as Adrien slowly smiled back up at Marinette, his hand lifting up to dry the tears from her eyes.  “Hello, my Lady.”
She dove back against Adrien as he sat up, hugging him for all he was worth.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Adrien smirked, fingertips hovering just over his lips.  “But this isn’t exactly the way I expected to be woken up.  Your plans never fail to amaze me.”
Bracing her hands on either cheek, she covered her lips over his once again.  “It was a last resort,” she assured, exhaling as she backed away from him a little more.  “However, unless you want that kiss to be our last, we both need to suit up quick, to deal with your father.”
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w1llb7ers · 2 years
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Byler could be sitting together and talking about something with one another and Murray would just sit there staring at them, looking into their souls, analyzing every tiny thing they do.
Mike, a bit too close to Will: Yeah, so then- uh.. can we help you?
Murray: Oh, don't mind me. Continue your lovely conversation please, I insist!
Will: Okay... But why are you staring at us?
Murray: Gathering data.
Mike: English please.
Murray: Sensing the electricity you two are creating
Byler: *confused af*
Murray, mumbling to himself: Always the Byers and the Wheeler, huh.
Mike: What-
Murray, ominously: You'll see. You'll both see. In due time.
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