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kizzer55555 · 2 months

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

#DPxDC #Kizzer55555 ideas #Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges #And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of #Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.

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canisalbus · 5 months

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Bread man made me wonder: Do you have any Saint Bernard characters? His coloration almost made me think of one, but I'm guessing he's not. They're my fave, so I'm personally curious!

The bread man is supposed to be vaguely st. bernardesque! His face was darker initially, but it didn't really jibe with the color palette and composition so I kept lightening it :'> In the end he turned out looking almost like a maremmano-abruzzese sheepdog or great pyrenees.

Saint Bernards were originally bred by monks in the Great St Bernard Hospice, situated in the Alps right at the border between Switzerland and Italy. So they would fit into the Vaschete/monastery setting pretty well I think.

#answered #ghostcurse #potentially the most monkish of all dogs #the early st bernards had smaller and lighter build and shorter fur than the modern counterpart #earliest records of them are from late 1600's which is some 100 years after their central timeframe so it wouldn't be 100% accurate #but large shepherd/molosser/livestock guardian dogs like this have been around for millenia

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chosetoseethebestinyou · 6 months

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*RTD writing a grand finale where old companions come back and he teases a David Tennant regeneration but then he just splits in half and one of him gets to live his well deserved happily ever after*

#I get people saying it's “easy” but personally I love it. He needs therapy OK.#15 will still have shit to deal with. He's the doctor. That's who they are. But taking a moment™ after all millenia sounds like a good idea #Also I just had so much fun watching that ep. Their dynamic together?????? Loved it #Let me live happily with this fix it fic made Canon in some form #Nevertheless it is very funny that RTD just said yeah this is my lil guy and I'm not getting rid of him. Twice.#doctor who #The giggle #David Tennant #doctor who 60th anniversary #russel t davies

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michyeosseo · 26 days

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I am determined to take Shen Li home.

#cdramaedit #cdrama #the legend of shen li #zeng li #zhao li ying #与凤行 #happy mothers' day to those who celebrate #trying and failing not to think of this scene in the meaning of backhugs #+ liu yu's last words as she foisted a living baby to the shijie who loved her so much #through her faults shen muyue coming to terms that she actually holds ah'li dearest in this lifetime will never not be my favourite*#only she would dare approach after that ferocious circle of fire #only she would not care in the proximity of that smoldering chimei aura (what's more weakening after a millenia?)#only she may have picked a moment too late in saying those affirming words of security #*in the closing arc that i thought was too interested in the action rather than driving home the stakes #tbqh as much as i wanted shen li to drop all suspicions when she was able to come back to a still-ailing shifu who waited for her #the shortcut to shen muyue on the field as the last vanguard of their realm and who is the girl she raised but one as stubborn as her #Never Doubted the care that raised her. vulnerable but will only succumb to grief & guilt & gratitude i-shall-die-before-deserting-you arms #let's go home indeed ;~;

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thestarchaser · 10 hours

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About You: Chapter Three

#updating after a millenia #phew #finals over thoooo #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #wolfstar #the marauders #mary macdonald #marylily

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mars-ipan · 6 months

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do you guys think aziraphale heard the myth of prometheus for the first time and lost his mind a little

#marzi speaks #good omens #aziraphale #this is lighthearted but also not at all. i just don’t have big words rn #can you imagine though. aziraphale is gomensverse’s prometheus #he brought humans fire.#do you think he heard of prometheus and suddenly his fear of disobeying god reared its ugly head with a vengeance #do you think he remembered lying to god about it. wondered if it was that that would do him in instead of the original theft #do you think he spent nights upon nights wondering when he would be chained to his rock #wondering when his crow would come eat his liver for all of eternity #do you think he wondered if it already had?#not in the shape of a crow- but of a snake- a charming snake that slithered over and ate his heart again and again and again #he had appeared shortly after aziraphale gave up the sword; after all. aziraphale told him and everything #perhaps that was his punishment. perhaps She was playing a cruel little game by sending him someone he wanted so much but could never have #maybe that was the rock. the chain. the inability to move- to do anything more than sit there in anguish #the crow came in the form of that sharp mind and clever tongue. it dug straight to the core of his heart and tore it to shreds #picked it apart; observed; and ate #do you think he worried on and off about that for centuries. millenia #do you think he thought about it every time that demon of his did something so utterly charming #‘oh- there’s another piece of my heart- a morsel for him to savor again and again’#do you think he thought about it when he kissed. felt those lips on his like a sharp beak straight through his body #do you think he minded. do you think he thought ‘i would lay in these chains forever if you would just do that again; right now.’#do you think he broke those chains anyway.#I’M INSAAANE turns out i did have big words for it

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jasmancer · 4 months

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sometimes I'll think abt rem from death note too hard and make myself sad

#she literally was just in love and it finally gave her eternal existence some meaning after millenia of despair and nothingness #she watched her one friend give his life to change fate and save this sweet bubbly human girl from a horrible violent death #and she decides to honor her friend by bringing his death note to the girl he loved so much #and she sticks around with her because she's curious and she ends up falling in love with misa too #developing this fierce protectiveness and loyalty to this girl that her one friend destroyed himself to save #but because of their interference with her life misa becomes this impossibly powerful and selfish force of mass death and destruction #she's immature and unwell and completely fanatic over someone who is the complete antithesis of what rem loves about humans #about her #and through it all in spite of how deadly and downright cruel misa becomes rem is utterly devoted to protecting her #keep the girl alive. gelus did not die in vain. he did not love her in vain. i do not love her in vain #it speaks #death note

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randomwriteronline · 3 months

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He hears him before he sees him.

That is not something that will ever change - in a sense it is quite comforting, that even in a constantly mutating world one thing can remain the same: the fact that he is still heavy enough to make his arrival sound like an approaching thunderstorm, that he has not lost the peculiar gracelessness of his brand of speed, that he likes to run his mouth just as much as his legs.

"You're a lot thinner than the last time I saw you," Pohatu tells him.

Krika regards him with half-lid eyes: "And my brother's leash is just as tight around your neck still, it would seem."

"Stop that," the Toa shuts him down instantly, his genuine amiable tone gone in an instant to be replaced by a cold vitriol. If the Makuta had a tongue, he might have considered biting it. "That joke has never been funny in the first place."

"It is no joke, Toa."

"Then find something else to greet me with, Makuta."

To say Krika had felt something deeper, once, for such a sad being - to say any of them had at some point been moved towards him by something other than an awkward pity, a half-hearted annoyance, a slight cautious curiosity - would be maybe not a full lie, but certainly an exaggeration. None of them was attached to him enough to pry Teridax's hold off of him until it was too late to even try to get through to him, after all; so perhaps this sudden rush of melancholic compassion is akin to a crocodile's tears after it has senselessly devoured its own young.

It remains that, for a reason unknown, the towering insect-like being tilts his head to better observe the warrior before him.

"You're much more orange than I remembered," he indulges him: "And somehow even shorter."

A booming laugh: "It's the armor," Pohatu replies so wonderfully earnest and open and bright as though he had never once been angry in his frighteningly bitter life: "Too compact."

He drops from the air onto the sturdiest branch he could have found with his entire weight, bouncing on it as it perilously bends towards the swamp waters before struggling to pull itself back up. He dangles his feet in a carefree manner, like a Matoran who snuck away from work. A tentative fondness that was there many millennia ago rekindles for a moment only within the Makuta, to ache with nostalgia: for a moment he can almost picture his old laboratory, and the suspended catwalk that led to the shelves of viruses and carefully preserved failed attempts upon which the Toa would sit just like that so he could watch him at work without interfering.

"So," Pohatu beams: "It's been a while."

"It has."

"I met Mutran on the way here. Most of the others too - the ones up in the sky. They've gone blind, by the by."

"I was aware."

"Of the Matoran, too?"

"Yes."

The Toa hums. Evidently he does not appreciate the shadow leeches too much.

"I passed through him with my Kakama Nuva," he continues.

"Mutran?"

"Yes."

"Riveting."

"It was disgusting, mostly. Oh, and I saw Gorast. I had to knock out Photok before she'd jump on him - ah, you don't know him, right? No, he's from the stalagmites. Resisting against you. So yes, I had to knock him out and fly him to safety and then get back down. A bit of a hassle."

"How is my sister faring, in your opinion?"

"As positively furious as ever. Maybe even worse."

"She has indeed been degrading."

"Hm. Maybe it's the bog air. Or the humidity. Either way I can't really blame her."

Of course you can't, the Makuta only thinks, keeping quiet.

You are becoming ever more like her.

"Ah - watch for Takua- Takanuva. He's arrived too."

"The fabled Toa of Light?"

A nod. "He isn't supposed to be here. They sent him, I think."

"Who would be 'they'?"

"Probably the Order of Mata Nui - the Turaga don't have the means to set a single foot here, let alone send someone. You'll recognize him immediately, he's gotten huge."

"Duly noted."

"Anyhow, how have things been down here?"

Krika shrugs: "Gorast almost killed your sister," he relays. "Bitil had your Earth brother subjugated briefly, and your Fire brother - Tahu, isn't he? - nearly burnt down the entire swamp."

"Hm," the Toa only hums, monotone. "Shame."

The way he says the word causes the other being to stiffen his spine: "Do not speak like that."

"Like that how?"

"Do not be coy."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"You should not wish death upon your siblings."

"Because you don't?"

"The Toa Mata are following the path destiny has decided for them," the Makuta snaps at last. "Teridax has tried to twist and bend fate to his own ambitions, and in doing so he has doomed himself, the entire Brotherhood and you with him. To wish him dead is to wish for the Universe to keep on living - it is far from a childish desire born of an ancient grudge that has no reason to exist."

"Watch it."

The words coil quiet, dangerous, around Krika's neck much like a noose of rock.

The fallen stalactites groan like suffering Rahi as they shift.

One must wonder, between him and the last of the Makuta's sisters, if this kind of taste for cruelty is something innate or if his traitorous brother simply has a talent for driving people to it.

The silent threat is not quite empty. Yes, Pohatu will not kill him: he is a Toa (he takes pride in that for it's all that remains outside of Teridax he can still hold onto to tell himself he is worth anything) so he observes the code like his life depends on it, and it is not at all in his nature to consider inflicting pain fun, or satisfying; but he can trap him with little to no air or agonizingly crush his limbs flat between walls of stone, and his slowly marinating anger will find it endlessly gratifying despite any aversion to torture.

But Pohatu is, fundamentally, a weak being.

Oh, he has all the power he needs. His mastery over his element is egregious and his speed unmatched. But at the end of the day he is nothing but a soft toy, a spineless marionette to pull the strings of; one day - because it will happen, one day - someone will snip at a wire, purposefully or not, and that will be all it takes to send him tumbling to the floor.

His sharp limbs carve holes into the wood.

Slowly, Krika elevates himself from the bog and comes to stand upon the branch, light and graceful like a terrifyingly posed skeleton, towering over the little Toa.

His head bends down to look into blue eyes.

Pohatu simply cranes his neck and stares back, tranquil, unafraid, like a child.

"We will not leave Karda Nui," the Makuta sentences. His tone is low, funerary. "Our brother has planned our demise the moment he decided to betray Miserix. We are nothing to him, as are his Kraata, as are you. He has no need for a court beside him to rule the universe. We will outgrow our purpose soon. He will leave us to die like vermins. This shall be our grave."

A stretch of silence.

The gaze replying to his own is calm.

"Sorry," Pohatu says without even the vaguest trace of emotion.

Krika leans down, down, down, closer, until his mask grazes the other being's and his already rotting breath seeps into the seams of Artakha's armor.

"You are not exempt from this fate, little Toa." he breathes. "You are no different in his eyes from me. We are pawns. Tools to be discarded for the sake of a megalomaniac's ego. Teridax will suppress you as soon as your bones begin to creak. He holds no love for you."

"Do you?"

No answer.

"Do you love me?" Pohatu repeats. His tone holds the certainty of those who are lied to so profoundly that the truth becomes laughable to their eyes. "Do you?"

The Makuta remains silent.

"No," the Toa answers for him, "No, you don't."

There would have been a time where Krika would have scared him with a simple glare. It was the time where Pohatu was only a pitiful being who'd known nothing but fighting and fighting and more fighting, who was too curious to leave beakers untouched and kept almost dropping them.

"None of you do."

"We were fond of you," comes out of the white mask suddenly, a raucous strained sound, like something he didn't know himself.

"Yes," Pohatu replies: "Like my siblings are fond of me now. So nice, and kind, and gentle, because they don't remember they used to be the scum of the world. They've been getting memories, you know?" he pipes up - he smiles, tilts his head, leans it so close that Krika pulls back, looking almost excited. "They've been remembering things."

"Pohatu," the Makuta struggles to speak.

"They don't remember me, of course," he continues, trampling over the words the other tries to wheeze out. His fingers begin to sink into the wood on which he sits. "They have no reason to, of course. I wasn't them. I wasn't worthy of being with them. I wasn't wise or strong or stubborn enough. I wasn't memorable. Despite being there. Despite being there from the beginning just like all of them. Did you know, while we were on Voya Nui - you do know about Voya Nui, right? Ah, doesn't matter - we had to blow up a rock. A rock! A rock. And do you know? Do you know what my brothers did?"

"Your memories are poisoned."

"Tahu, and Kopaka - because they are the leaders, aren't they? They are the ones who take all the decisions and who everybody follows because they are louder than everybody else, aren't they?"

"Your own bitterness has corroded them."

"They started burning and freezing the rock. Burning. And freezing. The rock. Burning and freezing! Because that's what they do!"

"You can't rely on them."

"Because that's what they always do, that's all they can do! And I was standing there, you know, I was right there. Right there, right there next to them! A step away! Maybe two! I had to walk up to them! And blow up the rock for them! And I had to tell them, you know? Remember me? I am Pohatu! I do rock! For them to realize, oh! Yes! There is a Toa of Stone with us! How did we forget! Must have been because he wasn't in our immediate field of vision!"

"You are spiraling into your-"

"SHUT UP!"

The branch produces a ghastly crack as his fingers pierce it.

Pohato heaves, tries to keep talking, then hushes when his throat catches on a knot and the story he was telling stops sounding funny. He exhales out loud, hard, suddenly out of breath. His head feels like it's spinning and the swamp's odor does not help.

Krika observes him silently.

Hasn't this happened before? Something like this?

He'd sobbed too loud and choked on his own sadness, and the room had gone quiet and dozens of eyes had stared at him in a mixture of fear and concern.

When was it?

A hundred millennia ago?

He did not remember being comforted.

"Everybody is fond of me," he manages to wheeze: "Everybody is fond of me, and nobody remembers me."

His arms are shaking.

"My brothers sleep easy because they don't remember abandoning me and the Av-Matoran. They're fond of me because they don't remember hating me. But I know who they are. I know."

"You do not."

Blue eyes pierce through the Makuta: "And you do?" he asks, mockingly.

Krika stands his ground: "I have given your sister the chance to leave this dreadful place behind before her death was sealed."

"How nice."

"She has refused, for the sake of her brothers."

"Give her a minute."

"You have deluded yourself across these thousands of years."

"I am perfectly lucid."

"As lucid as Teridax wants you to be."

"Teridax cares about me," Pohatu says.

It is not a snarl. There is no anger in his voice. He is calm, reassured. Unshakeably certain.

He stares at the Makuta darkly.

"He's cared about me since the beginning. He has never left me to rot in my thoughts like the rest of you. He has never abandoned me." he murmurs.

His booming voice is so quiet, barely above a whisper, and as horribly bitter as Lerahk poison.

"I don't need your forgetful fondness," he speaks softly. Almost tiredly. Maybe he's done it - he's burnt himself thin at last. "Nor my siblings' two-faced kindness."

"Then you will be alone, little Toa. More than you already are."

"Don't push your own grievances onto me."

The branch sways violently.

Caught by surprise, Krika clutches the bark tight between his claws. It takes him a moment to realize he is now the only being still on it as it lashes out wildly: a flash of orange catches his attention at the edge of his vision and he whips his head around.

Pohatu treats him to an empty look, curled up in mid-air, ready to disappear.

Cold bitterness burns in his eyes.

"He is ripping you from your destiny, little Toa!" the Makuta shouts: "He is leading you to slaughter!"

"My destiny is to serve the Great Spirit; his destiny is to become it," Pohatu replies sharply above the sound of his armor's propellers, letting him know his warning has fallen on deaf ears. "If you can stomach to mention my name, tell your siblings I said hello."

His mask glows for a single instant - then he's gone.

Krika only stares at the point in space that the Toa occupied barely a fraction of a second ago, catching for a moment, impossibly slowed in time, his afterimage; for what is merely an instant it looks small and brown and tan, orange eyes gleaming with a guilt he can't let go off and a too focused vitriol that makes his heartlight stutter sickly, hiding behind a shelf in a clumsy attempt at pretending he wasn't poking curiously at the vats brimming with viruses to watch them swirl towards his finger.

#bionicle #krika #pohatu #random writing #orpiment au #pohatu is slowly losing his mind #hes experiencing mood swings potent enough to knock a man flat to the ground #is it the millenia of manipulation taking their toll? being explicitly told the most important person in his life thinks hes disposable?#the struggle between the bastardized version of his sibs he fuels his anger with vs the reality of them being loving if imperfect people?#a defense mechanism against the doubts creeping in his mind after being exposed to ppl who are not teridax and who also care abt him?#who knows! but he is having the worst time of his life #as am i (<- exaggerating) (stuck in a funk)#anyways if yall could FUCKIN tell me what you think of these i would deeply appreciate it

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blinkpen · 1 year

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"you know. usually? when a villain says something like that? i assume it is going to be something a bit more prophetic. or that villain coming back stronger than ever later on. i would not have put money on them just getting gutted for parts in their weakened state by a bigger villain, to power up another, completely unrelated minion, resulting in... whatever this, is,,"

#doodles #oc babble #the agowilt #lamarr #zoetrope #agowilt certainly Thought it was going to pull off a Muahaha I'm Back #that gets dashed almost the instant it is hiding alone somewhere #and relic shows up with a crowbar going 'sup. you are about to become the anatomical equivalent of a car on blocks'#hey man magical artifacts gotta come from Somewhere #who said we have to stop making what will be the future's most cursed artifacts in the present #millenia after the fact the pieces of a dead god being a rad power up is something you dont think twice about #there is always the first person to go 'can cramming cthulu's gelatinous kneecap into your body give you powers? lets find out'#kinda like how whoever figured out humans can drink other animals' milk must have been mad thirsty

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grasslandgirl · 1 year

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the Joe “he is not my boyfriend” monologue will get to me EVERY TIME WITHOUT FAIL

#HIS KISS STILL THRILLS ME AFTER A MILLENIA…… GOD. CHRIST #the old guard #joe x nicky

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timegears-moved · 1 year

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tbh i gotta take back what i said before. totk hasn't really done anything to make me care about this version of zel*nk

#bwark #don't get me wrong it's still a fine ship but i think this is just a case of me preferring their friendship #and also it's more of a criticism of this incarnation of link than a criticism of the game itself #he's just too. static. i don't like that he shows more emotion at cooking than at the actual tragedy of the plot #and i know that it's stated that he has anxiety from the pressure of the calamity but like i said he's still capable of showing emotion #but like at the wrong times. it's cute that he's happy about food but where's the shock that he was asleep for 100 years and everyone he #once loved is dead and he doesn't even have memories of them before seeking them out #or that his best friend had to suffer a millenia as a dragon for the sake of everyone #compare this to like. idk tp link's horror when ganondorf holds up midna's fused shadow and crushes it with his hand #and his relief at the end that not only is she back to her true form but is still the same mischevious midna he's known the whole game #or sksw link's pure anger at ghirahim for kidnapping zelda near the end #or ww link's visible guilt and heartbreak at having to leave his grandma behind and alone to go and save his sister #not trying to be mean because i still like him. he is still link after all. but idk he just falls a bit short for me #like his promise to mipha's father comes across as very shallow when he kept a blank face at her in both the memory and her spirit scene #the only character that benefits from him being flat is revali and that's because it fuels revali's dislike of him because of a #misunderstanding and lack of communication #totk spoilers #<- in the tags at least

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nyaskitten · 4 months

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I need to draw Chen someday...

#I also wanna go back and redesign a bunch of older chars and outfits icl #like maybe the cutoff point would be s7?#so not anything after s7...#idk this is only relevant bc chen is a design ive wanted to tackle for millenia now ...#idrk how id get thru this all tho...#i think id have to pick and choose who i redesign tbh #ninjago

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wizardnuke · 2 years

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post-canon essek has a garden. he has a garden and he grows berries and he makes jam. he can't go back to the dynasty and he hasn't spoken to verin in years. he

#grief for his brother who's alive and well and will be alive and well for millenia after essek #eventually he will only be alive. he will not be well. essek will be dead and verin will go mad and he won't be there to see it #essek left. that was his choice and his fault. and wherever he ends up post-canon he will be cut off from den thelyss and verin might #think he's dead and that's probably kinder than him knowing he's alive and knowing why he left. help

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tswwwit · 2 years

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Ok, so you've covered people/demons being interested in Dipper but what about creatures/demons trying to be a homewrecker and disrupt Bill n dip's marriage?? Bill's admirers jealous that dipper gets to marry Bill, like why does a lowly human gets to be with Bill but I Merfrassandra the Third that is the heir to bla bla bla bla bla bla (too lazy to type at this part) doesn't?!? It's not fair!

Oh, there's absolutely a contingent of those! Bill Cipher's one of the most powerful beings around, and most of the others on his level are unavailable for a variety of reasons. He's probably been voted Most Egregious Bachelor quite a few times over the eons!

Anyone looking to sidle on into Dipper's spot probably has the following thought process:

Bill Cipher is willing to commit, for once in his eternal life

Getting close to Bill comes with Power and Reach and Authority. Interdimensional influence, even.

And he’s good looking!

He’s hitched to some dumb young human who at best will last another few decades

Bill's a lot of things, but he's not an idiot. He knows that mortal's gonna be worm food soon enough.

If I eliminate the competition, that Committed Relationship space opens up! No human could be possibly better than me!

And yeah, so what if Bill’s pissed for a bit? He’s not gonna be that attached to a mortal

Anyone who confronted Bill about this would at best be laughed right out of the room. At worst? He's collecting parts of them as reasons not to pull the same stunt.

Dipper, however, absolutely sees people trying to open up his 'spot'. Whether he realizes that's what they're after is a tossup. But if he does? I doubt he's telling Bill about the reason for his latest near-death experience.

#It just feels awkward to go up to Bill like #Uhhhh so someone who really wanted to get with you tried to kill me #For one it fuels Bill's ego. Indirectly. And for another Dipper just feels. Weird about being desired by someone so *desirable*#It's probably a fluke he tells himself. Just that one oddball who was also into Bill #Nevermind that he runs into one more often than anyone would like #But let's be honest - Dipper's not *wrong*#Most beings are after Bill for the power and influence and handsome demon. Not Bill Himself #He's 100% Obnoxious even for a demon because he can get away with it #You'd have to be a real weird nerd to be into his brand of all-knowing geeky asshole and confident dickishness #Don't worry Dipper your space is safe. Even if someone did manage to knock you off #Bill isn't getting over THAT anytime soon #answers #I don't think Bill *has* any currently-extant exes #But if there *was* someone he had a fling with millenia ago and they tried to taunt Dipper about it #They might face awkward 'haha yeah...' followed by jealous immolation

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