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vellichorom · 7 months
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YOU'RE A SNAKE, YOU'RE A SNAKE; HOW FAR DID YOU THINK WE COULD TAKE IT?IF I FELL FROM THIS PLACE, WOULD THE WORLD KEEP ON TURNING AS IF NOTHING HAD CHANGED?
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HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY, CLOCK 0UT!
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kyousei-a · 2 years
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     @resolutepath​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: He has waited amongst the wisteria with fraying nervous as the selection takes place, holding himself back to approach until the last of the candidates have vanished except for him. Sanemi staggers forward on uncertain feet before he folds himself before his little brother and presses his head to the floor in penance. "I should never have abandoned you." Choked words are breathed in hoarse tones as eyes sting with tears unshed. "You may not believe me, little brother, as is your right, but know I am deeply ashamed of my behavior and I ask forgiveness." // unprompted
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     Fuck, his arm hurts.
     That little bastard with the fox mask... Genya’s seething anger only mixed with the pain of his broken arm that was still being nursed against his chest. One of those masked assholes at the top of the mountain had made him sit to have it bandaged and slung after the survivors had chosen the ore for their Nichirin blades, but medicine had been blatantly refused.
     Additional injury had made Genya the last to descend the wisteria mountain. Brows are knit in irritation, scowl pulling at his mouth. He still tasted blood. He wanted his sword — he was promised a color-changing blade! Ten days was too long to wait; he needed to find his brother and tell him he passed. They could fight together then, and he could apologize for calling Sanemi a murderer.
     He didn’t mean it. He didn’t.
     All he wanted was his brother back.
     Footsteps pause Genya’s journey and any words that come to mind are choked at the back of his throat. This is... ‘Nemi? He’s given little time to understand why his brother was here before Sanemi is on his knees with forehead touching the ground.
     ❝Nii-...❞
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     ❝Nii-chan!!❞ Genya yells and throws himself forward, his own knees scraping the ground as he slides to a stop in front of his older brother. Broken arm is quickly forgotten, uninjured hand pulling at Sanemi’s shoulder to lift his head. ❝Don’t— Don’t do that! I should be saying sorry!!❞
     Already he can feel tears beginning to well in his eyes, handful already spilling onto scarred and dirty cheeks. Was this really happening? He’s waiting to wake up in that death forest again, surrounded by demons who want to eat him.
     ❝I’m sorry! I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it! You’re not a murderer!! I know you were trying to protect us!❞
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hoennhibana · 2 years
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You're dependable. People come to you when they are in need of advice or a helping hand or any other slew of favors. You think you may have let this become your identity; nowadays you seek responsibilities to take under your wing without your notice.
One of your trainees - Darren - had arrived for the last three days to the gym with large bags under his eyes. His body was twitchy and, whenever he wasn't sagging under the weight of sleepless nights, he was jumping at the littlest sound, pale as a sheet.
No point beating around the bush. You sat the boy down and the pressure of your concern had been enough to crack him. There was something he'd met out in this alley, Darren said, on his way home on Monday. He'd been a little later to leave; it was his turn to do inventory check and he'd always been lousy with numbers. It got dark quickly, but Motostoke was a well lit city, well patrolled. He wasn't afraid. He was, however, surprised to hear some kid sniffling in a narrow alley on his way home.
Darren didn't say anything else. That was fine, the intention wasn't to rattle the poor kid into incoherency. You tell him you'll walk him home and watch as his shoulders droop with immediate relief. You go about the day normally, you close the gym up, and you walk Darren home.
Nothing really happened. You're pretty sure he may have been watching one too many horror movies, but doubting him wouldn't help. You can feel him beside you, strung up like a guitar cord. Every step he takes is like a hand turns the notch a little further, wringing Darren tight, adding on pressure just to see how much he could take before he snapped. He was a nervous breakdown ready to happen.
When you reached the alley way, Darren doesn't step into the mouth of it. You don't ask him to. You face the cramped path for a moment. It's poorly lit, but you can tell it's a dead-end. You don't know how deep it goes, but it can't be that much. There's no doors in there either, can't fit a dumpster and there's barely any trash cans to attract the attention of strays.
But you do here it. After a little while, you hear this gurgling, high pitched mewl of something scared witless. The sound is reminiscent of a child, but it's a lot more reminiscent of your childhood. It's a sound that takes you back, to a home you haven't visited in a long time. You don't turn around to face Darren when you tell him to go home.
You walk into the dark. You don't ask any of your partners to light the space; those things are morbidly afraid of fire. Each step is deliberately slow, accounting for the time needed for the human eye to adjust to darkness. Everything comes in greyscale now, the moonlight highlighting vague shapes on grimy brick walls.
Like you thought, the alley isn't very deep. Doesn't have to be. It looks nearly indistinguishable from a lump of discarded clothes, huddled against the wall and cushioned by a damp cardboard box. It's hunched, trembling, and scared witless. You'd say it must've seen a ghost, but the metaphor was extremely ill fitting. It continues to cry, these high, quiet little whimpers, trapped behind the zipper keeping its mouth tightly shut. Its body seems ragged, quilted, torn at some pieces. It clutches onto a plush, most of its filling having been yanked out of its eviscerated arm and the head lolling to the side, held on by just a few stitches.
The Banette clung to the toy like a soldier would hold the dogtag of a lost friend. It didn't notice anything beyond reliving its own fear.
Kabu is Quiet as the barely muffled sobs and whispers of what could only be described as 'Terrified mourning' echo and titter through the narrow alley.
The Banette holds the doll in a way that speaks too many volumes for him to decipher right now. But he doesn't need to. All he needs to know is that this pokemon is hurt, even if it's not physical, and it deserves the chance to get better.
So the older man gives a good squat back onto his heels, his jacket crinkling at the hip as he bends and he brings himself to the level of the Banette. He knows what they are. And how they are formed. They were much more Common in Hoenn and he has seen his own fair share of them. He's not adept with them, however, so it takes him a long and silent time to think of how to handle this before he speaks between the little cries.
"Can I help?"
It's not a perfect question, but it's one he has to ask. To get its attention.
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roychewtoy · 1 year
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"raiders at the gateway to paradise" - helene schjerfbeck | "there's something in the water" - víctor clemente | "seated figure beneath the rocks" - euan macleod | stills from "a visitor to a museum" dir. konstantin lopushansky | "not waving but drowning" - stevie smith / kendall roy
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eridude · 5 days
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hey guys look at all the equidan interactions In Canon canonically look at that guys they're interacting guys look
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bookishjules · 5 months
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someone at the cc event asked about simon and izzy's wedding and cassie said she always liked the idea of a double wedding for them and clace, and then maureen johnson, who she was in convo with, started talking about simon planning for this wedding (bc apparently she loves him) and cassie added the detail of simon practicing a WEDDING SONG ON HIS GUITAR and guys i will never be the same
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i love cakes filled with sprinkles. i think all cakes should bleed when you stab them
#theyre so fun! you remove a slice and their guts spill out!!#cake insides! sprimkles!!!!#one day i wanna get like... festively colored organ-shaped sprinkles#and fill a cake w/ em.#how do people even do the sprinkle filling....#ive never actually had one though i desperately want to. i wanna stab a cake & have it bleed so badly#ohhhh internal organ sprinkles & sliced strawberries marinated in sugar#strawberry blood.....#it just sounds fun!!#spice up celebrations!#in the unlikely event i am ever attending my own wedding. i would like the big ol cake to have this feature#also if my partner isnt willing to eat an entire tier together with our bare hands then im getting a divorce <3#what was i talking about. sprinkle cakes. yes#clapping and cheering as the cake's insides spill everywhere#absolutely unprompted#yk i wish i could stand textures where its like 'liquid inside of solid'#bc i would Love those cupcakes filled with like... syrup and shit yk what i mean#bite into a cupcake and have its blood go everywhere. yeah.#man i want cake....#i could probably walk to the store and get myself one. but also do i really want to walk 20 mins there and 20 mins back#no!!! i do not!!#ok if i sit here and daydream vividly enough maybe i can trick my brain into thinking we're actually eating cake#ough to have some nice tasty devils food rn... ohhhh or a black forest cake... coconut... strawberry shortcake... rum...#just discovered that my cat will let me pick her up and scream into her belly like its a pillow#she's a true homie...
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dr3amofagame · 3 months
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If Las Nevadas is found family then it's the most dysfunctional family ever found. Every single detail about the members and how they came to live there was a disaster, and it made the country a ticking time bomb. That's what I love it for.
AND GOOD FOR THEM! honestly why did the found family thing even start
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deepthought-1 · 2 months
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I’ll tell you once more before i get off the floor,
Don’t bring me down—!!
(Extra under cut!)
+ Visual representation i did at like 12 last night of what will happen if you meet him for the first time
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captain-crowfish · 4 days
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hello hello !!
I wanted to ask, who's your favorite character from Boxtrolls ?? it's one of my most favorite movies nyehe :3
(APOLOGIES IF I'VE ASKED BEFORE, I HAVE A HORRID MEMORY !!)
Hihihi!!!! Thank you for reaching out! always a pleasure to chat with some other Boxtroll fans... Boxtrollers? I love Eggs, Snatcher, and Winnifred in the film, but if I had to pick just one, it would definitely be Snatcher.
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He's an absolute blast to try to analyze and try to get into his head, and I notice a new thing about him every time I re-watch the film... yes, all 63 times. I get the feeling that, the moment he learns Eggs is still alive, he starts to lose himself. He's kind of an idiot, but he makes up for it in cleverness. He knows just how to find people's weakness and exploit it for his own gain, and this is what makes him so formidable. He sees nothing but his own ambitions, completely ignoring his own weakness, and that ultimately leads to his demise. Heck, in the final scene, Eggs is telling him that he doesn’t need to eat cheese to be powerful, he is already powerful. He got people to listen to him. (although for all the wrong reasons) And what does he say to that? "I have made me, boy." Because despite Eggs making a brilliant point, Snatcher is still, exactly where he's wanted to be his whole life, eating cheese with the White Hats. Even if he only got there kind of on accident, and before that, he did the same thing to Eggs that the White hats did to him, pushing those beneath him in the social ladder even further down for the sake of gaining power. Also, in calling Eggs 'boy', he acknowledges his own progress in breaking through societal labels, it's the nicest thing he's said to him the entire movie, and he's still talking down to Eggs. So in this final scene, Eggs and Snatcher are both correct. They both want the exact same thing, to have their own identities and be accepted for it, and they achieve it by being the opposite of what they’re stereotyped as. Eggs, by being kind and brave, Snatcher, by being clever and manipulative. And that fact alone makes the little film-analyst in my brain squeal with delight.
Another thing I enjoy, and I've probably mentioned this before, every fan-depiction of Snatcher that I've seen is slightly different. We all have our different interpretations of this guy, and I think that's a key indicator as to how complicated he really is, and I love him for it. Just a bonus thing I want to admit, interestingly enough, in the novelization of the film, (Not to be confused with 'Here Be Monsters!') Winnifred ends up being my favorite character,
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even if that is mostly due to how the book is only told from the direct POV from either Eggs or Winnie. As much as I dislike the novel, it provides just the right amount of extra details to really flesh out her character. She's so bored with her home life that her coping mechanism is somewhat self-destructive, and that description both over-exaggerates and summarizes her arc in the book. Again, it's a pretty bad novel, but it's a blast to compare & contrast with the film.
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chiropteracupola · 10 days
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typical habits of the common or garden emmothy include weeping, overthinking, despairing, posting, and staring into space with a melancholy aspect.
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bleaksqueak · 11 days
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heads up, on panel 7 I think you made a spelling error? "I only loosed one shrew"
Thanks for the heads up! Though, hm, unless you mean the missing period (which woops, I did miss... though maybe that's just how hard she's muttering), that is correct. It would be loosed instead of lost in the context of the described action (unless I've lost my mind, which is at all times possible lol)
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aamusedly · 1 month
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❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ from kaj for boone because i think this could get particularly tense and sweaty and not even in the fun way. clock her one boone she deserves it
The road back from the REPCONN test site was thankfully clear of ferals now with the Bright cult off in their rocket. A fittingly insane end for an absolutely insane group, but maybe Boone was glad they didn't get eaten by Nightkin. Not that any hint of joy showed on his stony face, of course.
Clearly something else did, though, by the courier's question.
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"...I don't think you're just a courier," the sniper said matter-of-factly. "A mail carrier doesn't do what you just did."
"So what are you?"
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ladyfenring · 9 months
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ilovefredjones · 4 months
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siblings are so crazy like there’s just another person in my house and i get to punch them
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muninnhuginn · 8 months
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Huh, wild speculation time, but am now thinking Li Tianxi was in some way responsible for how the situation with Liu Lan and Li Fan turned out then Li Tianchen took Li Tianxi's powers and she was relieved because she could no longer mess things up again (and obviously was heavily traumatised) until she realised how far Li Tianchen had gone, but had no real way to stop him. (This does have some grounding in terms of the powers aspect but the parent thing is more vibes + crying/apologising Liu Lan + the fact we've still not seen the full death scene and how the knife got involved)
Red eyes says "I can't wait to take your power and experience it for myself" in s2e1 which sounds like something he has experience of. CXS picks up on this too so it's supposed to be something we as the audience consider.
In the dive with the twins CXS (who is in LTX for the dive) is shunted across to Liu Lan through a staticky signal before he's chucked out entirely. When we the audience last see the twins in the dive LTX is holding the photo and LTC is holding her but not touching the photo himself. In other words, the photo power is (at least initially) Li Tianxi's.
However, we have several instances where the red eyes possession can't have been using touch (Emma and Liu Min being the obvious ones here). And yet both Emma and Liu Min *spoke* despite us knowing full well that Tianxi is mute and the possessor's traits override the host. So Li Tianchen is definitely using the photo power to do this.
I suppose the main remaining question then is whether Tianchen permanently has her powers now or whether he's just able to use her powers using his own. Neither have particularly happy implications, but we know that touch-based possession basically knocks you unconscious for the duration which gives me even more questions around Chen Bin if Tianchen is using Tianxi's powers by touch possession. But at the same time, if Tianchen is able to take powers permanently then how come Cheng Xiaoshi's are still intact when they've been in contact with each other? Is some extra step needed?
Tldr; Tianxi initially had photo possession. Tianchen has touch-based possession and currently has access to photo possession, though it's unknown to what extent this is "his" power.
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