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mikkeneko · 18 days
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....now considering whether I want to write a 'Find the shapeshifters' fic for SVSSS too
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meirimerens · 6 months
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🛌💤☁️
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puppetmaster13u · 21 days
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Meme Prompt 9
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eldstunga · 1 year
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First out in my character Lineup, mostly for thematic reasons: Temerity
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shesnake · 2 years
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—Poppy! Pop-Tarts! —What the hell, Brad?!
Charlotte Nicdao & Danny Pudi as Poppy Li & Brad Bakshi in Mythic Quest seasons 1 & 2 (2020, 2021).
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meganechan05 · 2 months
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When Himeno decided to send Peta Castle remote-activated fireworks.
Without the remote.
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cupidskissx · 11 months
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lo-fi-charming · 1 year
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like... daisy ending up in the coffin is significant. it's not just to be ironic. it being her "first encounter" with the entities after becoming an officer is significant. the fact her former partner - someone whose apathy and brutality as an officer she understood and sympathized with - is taken into the coffin isn't just scary because it could have been her, but because they end up in there for the same reasons. it's about the crushing, inescapable weight of what she's done, knows is unfair and awful, but does anyway.
daisy doesn't realize what she's been doing for most of her life is wrong just because she gets trapped in the buried; it isn't, like, detoxed out of her, affording her Sudden Clarity. and it isn't that she's forced to change, either. that she's made to suffer long enough that ~moral goodness~ manifests, as if that's how you become a better person, you just have to get what you deserve enough... the buried didn't MAKE daisy "good" or "regret" what she'd done - it's just that everything finally caught up to her. daisy was already afraid of herself and the things she'd done. she's been afraid at least since the first time she saw the coffin.
the buried is a fear that can represent the feeling of being trapped under so much Something that there is no way you can ever see yourself escaping it. the things daisy has done throughout her life are not done without consequence. in the past, she was always able to outrun it for this or that reason: luck, cleverness, a system that protected her, a partner that enabled her, etc. but it meant daisy had to keep running. keep feeding it and keep killing. keep digging the hole. nothing forced her to do it; you can argue quite a lot of things encouraged her behavior, but daisy admits it herself: she liked it. she was good at it. it's always been a part of her and that's what's scary.
and even when daisy gets rescued and is out of the coffin, is she? the weight is still there. she's still being crushed by it and there's still nothing she can do to escape it. the only difference between then and now is that daisy refuses to try running from it.
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vandrawsing · 1 year
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Brutus' very special day ^^
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peachdoxie · 4 months
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You know that very specific acearo loneliness of feeling like you'll never be important to someone in the way you want to be important because of the amatonormative preference towards prioritizing sexual and romantic relationships above anything else? Yeah 🥲
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rayofmisfortune · 5 months
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The three in one deal
From left to right we have: the baby (*curls him in a blanket like a burrito*), the would rizz u up (if he could) and the wet cat (*bites affectionately*)
First time drawing the batim Ink Demon in literal years- not to mention this was the first time I've ever drawn the batdr Ink Demon design *sobs* the Bendy movie announcement is doing things to my brain
Someone pls feed that demon, his ribs r literally pokin through, those lost ones aren't doing it for 'em
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cxpperhead · 4 months
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Belated munday post but the little one is settling in nicely! He's taken to watching me when he thinks I'm not looking at him, horrible camera quality as the angle is wonky but the tank looks better/is more sizable than it appears from the side!
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Unfortunately I forgot that flash was enabled and he slipped back into his cool hide after. Sorry for startling you, sweetheart. 😔
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vivianquill · 2 months
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11 for emberfrost? :D
emberfrost? uhm. m8 i think some wires got crossed. I will assume you meant emberfish tho. so. here you are!
11. Hiding from pursuers
Tango shoved himself deeper into the crevasse, even though the rough rock bit into his fins. He had one hand pressed against his mouth, sipping at the water to make as little noise as possible.
Just like his mother had taught him.
Right, like that'd helped her in the end.
Tango just hoped that whatever it was he'd gotten a glimpse of wasn't smart enough to look where he was hidden. It was too quiet. And his pouches were digging into his skin where they were pressed against his body-- Hopefully they wouldn't rip this time, Tango had just finished repairing them.
Still too quiet. The water was too still. Tango knew better than to poke his head out. Surely the heartbeat pulsing in his ears would be loud enough for the monsters to hear.
Then, disaster struck.
As Tango shifted, his hand slipped on a jagged bit of coral. The slice burned it's way across his palm, leaking blood into the water. No--
Even the most stupid sea monster would be able to follow the blood right to him.
Tango curled his hand into a fist to minimize the leakage and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Hello?"
"Bdubs, wait--"
Tango felt something brush against one of his ear fins. He didn't even think, twisting about to snap at the offending-- whatever it was.
It didn't go well.
He smacked his head against the rock, completely missing the thing that'd touched him. Oh, and to make matters worse, he'd definitely snapped the ties on his pouches again.
"Woah-- Hey! That's not any way to greet someone!"
Tango blinked, shaking his head to try and dispel his disorientation. Everything still seemed to be spinning a bit, but-- the monster had to be gone, right? Why else would there be other mer out and about?
Because there were two mer outside his hole, different than any other mer he'd seen before. One was all stripey, with spines and white hair and weird markings on the lower half of his face. The other looked like he was-- covered in algae? The expression on his face was offended, one hand holding onto his other wrist.
The striped one blew out a mouthful of bubbles, and offered his own hand out, though he didn't get quite so close to Tango's face, "Sorry about him. Bdubs isn't quite pod-trained yet. Do you want to come out of there? We can help you get patched up."
"HEY--!" The algae covered mer, Bdubs, spun on his companion, "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
Tango hesitated. They were being so loud, surely there wasn't a monster. He took the offered hand with his uninjured one, and let himself be slowly pulled out of the rock.
He couldn't help but dart his eyes around. Surely the monster would come back.
"It looks like your gear got pretty damaged," The striped mer pulled Tango closer, carefully starting to unwind the tangled and ruined ropes, "Do you want help fixing it?"
"You can come back to our outcrop and rest for a while. We've got extra food, too." Bdubs nodded, drawing closer, "Right Etho?"
Tango hugged himself, not wanting to let go of his pouches. He shook his head. They were probably going to just rob him blind and leave him for the monster. Tango wasn't THAT dumb.
But he was still shaking like a leaf, and more eyes to keep watch meant that maybe he could get an hour or two of sleep.
So he let himself be tugged along by the mer.
Turns out, he'd gotten more scrapes than just the one on his hand.
Etho and Bdubs had brought him to an outcrop nearby, out of the currents. It was a proper little camp, unlike the ones Tango tried to scrape together. Had he crossed into their territory? Surely they wouldn't like that.
"Hey, are you listening?" Bdubs poked Tango in the side, below his gills.
Tango flinched away, pulling his fins close. He just sort of, looked at Bdubs. He'd been asked something, right?
"I asked if your pod was nearby." Bdubs repeated himself.
Tango opened his mouth to answer, choked on his first attempt to talk, and had to clear his throat to try again, "I don't-- I'm alone."
Etho and Bdubs shared a glance, then as one looked back at Tango.
The silence was making Tango twitchy, and he was about ready to dart off-- gear fixed or not-- before one of them broke the silence.
It was Etho who spoke, his spines carefully laid flat against his body as he drifted closer, "Not anymore. You can join our pod. What's your name?"
"Tango."
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the-forgotten-jack · 2 months
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i drew a thing
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recurring-polynya · 1 year
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Hey hey! Since you just reposted the academy lifting drabble (and I remembered how much I love it), could you draw Renji squatting/Rukia glowering at his can? If the spirit moves you 😅
Illustrate my own fanfic? You don't have to ask me twice.
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God, they're so aggressively stupid, I love them so much.
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blinddreams24 · 10 hours
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Two Headcanons for the price of one!!!!!
Horror is a sucker for dark humor. Especially jokes that make light of his old situation of slowly starving to death. A well placed pun is even better. You want to get on his good side quick? Make fun of starvation. Every else is really careful with joking about starvation in front of him because they think he’ll get upset but nope! He’ll laugh even harder than you.
A pun like; “And where are you from? Underfed?” Will earn you a burst of resonating laughter that you’d get from a bearded lumberjack.
And yes, the second headcanon is his laugh.
He laughs the kind of belly laugh you expect from an old bearded man that lives by himself in a cabin in the woods. The type of loud, contagious laughter that has people on the other side of the castle chuckling and wondering what’s so funny. He’ll slap his knee with an explosive thud and wipe the tears from his eyes when he’s done before telling you some of his own teasing jokes.
Good luck getting on his bad side now. He likes you.
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