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intotheelliwoods · 5 months
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do u still have access to the anon drawbox on ur pinned post?
Ah I do, thanks for reminding me to check it, theres some new goodies in here oh my gosh!
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I feel like I should know who the banana one is.... actually I feel like I should know all of these..... hm.
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lesbianmoony · 6 months
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it is so hard to be an rs fan when the current scene is just the most out of character and sanitized versions of the two of them imaginable. it’s so like “this one is serious and this one is silly!” “this one is masculine this one is feminine!” “both of them are Nice Dudes who make each other better and heal!!” no man they are so depressed and arguably make each other worse a lot of the time, but love prevails. but anyway, this isn’t even including all of those edits of like barty crouch’s snapchat stories of him and regulus skateboarding or whatever the fuck goes on in the marauders tag.
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brisskwinds · 9 months
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More incessant rambling about my sploon ocs ahead, wanted to expand on Charlotte's relationship to the NSS agents, specifically neo 3. Charlotte's oc info is here so we're on the same page lol
The agents are very much in the background of Charlotte's whole ordeal, but since Charlotte is a formerly human Alterna resident and is awakened because her pod is found by neo 3, I had to feel like i should expand on their relationship some even tho its short
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terrible doodle but my neo 3 design is here. hi
Charlotte's cryo-pod is found by 3's smallfry, who is her adopted son, after the events of story mode. 3 is the first person Charlotte sees in her numb, half-blind state as she's covered in crystals and can hardly move. Charlotte's awakening from her 12,000 year coma is brought on by her puking water all over 3.
As Charlotte is given medical attention to be able to move again, 3 stays with her, as the rest of the new squidbeak splatoon is having a conversation on what to do with this girl they fished out of a human-branded cryopod. 3 and Charlotte talk some as Charlotte recovers, as she's still in pretty bad shape and can't really move well. 3 states to Charlotte that she can't give her name, but that Charlotte can call her 3.
Charlotte asks if 3 is a human. 3 is confused and asks why Charlotte would say such a thing, as humans have been extinct for thousands of years. It's here where Charlotte starts to realize that things are very wrong. Charlotte asks if ORCA is still online, 3 says yes, and is surprised Charlotte knows about ORCA at all.
It's 3 who shows Charlotte her reflection in a mirror she brings over, and it dawns on Charlotte that she's somewhere very wrong, and her own appearance looks like these strange people who rescued her rather than the face she knew. ORCA confirms that her pod lost contact about 12,000 years ago, and that she was presumed dead, alongside every other citizen of Alterna who perished in the rocket incident. Charlotte gets hit with the terrifying realization that her loved ones are gone, her home is a wreck of what it once was, and being no longer physically human, she has nothing to prove for it.
3 believes Charlotte when Charlotte says she's a human, and decides to stick with her as she recovers and can start to move and walk again. Eventually Charlotte is recovered enough to be housed, and Charlotte asks if she can see 3 again. 3 says she doesn't know, but she'll see if she can arrange something one day.
When Charlotte is discharged and flown into Splatsville to get an apartment with her roommate, Tsunami, she can't help but think about this weird girl, "Three" who was down in Alterna, and wonders if she'll ever see her again. 3 was sort of her only real tether to reality amidst first waking up to a world gone wrong. But she at least gets to see the surface and live normally again, so she'll try her hardest to put missing this girl behind her.
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fakeosirian · 11 months
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re: the tweak/suggestion i made in that sinner meta post from the other week and also an update on this house is a tar pit, i propose an additional twist to the original premise; not only does the expulsion arc have long-running (legal) consequences, but also the sinners don't even know they're sinners until it's already too late. Yes? Yes.
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swordofruln · 1 year
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[mun] okay i have a serious question underneath that i would like some opinions on because i personally am unsure what my muses would fall under relating to it
i keep reading people will block pokephilia and at this point im unsure as to what that means? does that just count regular ass pokemon? would my chien-pao fall under pokephilia because i roleplay it with willingness to ship them w human characters because my pokemon characters are ALWAYS PEOPLE? this is a serious question because it may affect how i rp in the future. the same question goes for my palkia muse over at @spaciialrend
Im asking this because im genuinely unsure what people consider to be pokephilia and what would be considered okay. i enjoy shipping and i enjoy rping non human characters, so i roleplay my pokemon muses as always legendary pokemon, and always make them people, i.e. intelligent, capable of human speech and understanding human language, and capable of consenting, which i personally draw my line at, but i get if that may not be everyones line?
i appreciate any and all opinions on this, please help me out here, i wanna know so i can potentially adjust depending on the feedback i get and how it affects my opinions on this
thank you in advance!
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gorgynei · 2 years
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wacom died and the charger is in california. what if i murdered someone rn
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maschotch · 2 years
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it is so fucking funny how much youngest child privilege reid gets... dude will actively fuck up an investigation and get off with a stern look and a warning
truly!! and when he gets scolded at all he's so whiny about it
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some-siren · 6 months
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Ok ok wait I'm rewatching the very beggining of ep 5 when Aziraphale talks about the 1965 doctor who annual and just
Aziraphale: "The 1965 Annual was indeed never printed, *looks at Crowley*, due to problems at the BBC"
Crowley:
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Crowley, what happened in september 1965 at the BBC..?
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onesidedradiostatic · 3 months
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you know I'm warming up to the new header I made so I'm just gonna put it out for everyone to see
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nerdyenby · 6 months
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Sorry, your boyfriend got reincarnated. Yeah, he doesn’t remember that time you murdered him with your bare hands. He doesn’t know how much you love him. He doesn’t know that you’ve killed for him. He doesn’t know that you’ve killed him. He doesn’t know it’ll happen again. As he takes your hand and your heart, and you laugh from atop an animal the two of you ride together, he doesn’t know you’ve been here before. He doesn’t know it’ll happen again.
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extraemopossum · 2 months
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Ace attorney doodle
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snarkspawn · 2 months
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this is so dumb and cheesy I'm sorry lmao happy valentine's day! 💖
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tubbytarchia · 3 months
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I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional
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jonahmagnus · 1 year
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In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.
There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.
There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.
She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.
But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.
What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.
She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.
Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.
He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.
“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”
A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.
“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”
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empty-movement · 7 months
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Yukio Mishima's House in Ohtori Academy
Lmao Utena fans in 2001 like 'the setting is an anachronistic western style of archi-'
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midoristeashop · 21 days
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Long car trips mean hunch over my ipad and film dumb stupid videos in restaurants at 11pm 😍 (future me screw u idk if it’s shaky also do not perceive me)
(That one vine)
Also have the things
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