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denjidenjiji · 3 months
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I dreamt that cahara lost a coin toss and Joseph joestar strangled him to death.
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kidsomeday · 10 days
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Playing in a one-shot dnd game tomorrow. Decided to play a kobold who is convinced they are the Chosen One. They don’t know of what yet, but that hardly matters. They are adventuring to find the prophecy they are meant to fulfill.
Their kobold name is impossible to pronounce in common, so they picked out their own name. It had to be perfect. Heroic. The kind of name that could be sung about in the halls in glory.
I am pleased to introduce you to…
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[alt text: Dungeons and Dragons 5e character sheet that has “Chadissius” as the character name.]
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gingersp1ce547 · 2 months
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Q!pac’s goal of becoming his best self, a stronger version of himself being displayed by this new archer skin makes me feel crazy because look
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Look that the similarities between these two skins. The crossbody strap that covers up the logo’s of their shirts. Fingerless gloves on their right hands and a more bulky almost gauntlet like glove on q!pac’s that emulates q!fits prosthetic arm. The jeans.
Q!pac’s idea of his best version of himself is one so innately and intimately tied to q!fit as if to say that he cant fully be that version of himself without q!fit.
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dotcircledot · 4 months
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uh uhhh uh
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owldee · 10 months
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didn’t get to tell this story on tumblr yet but i was lucky enough to get to see nimona early at a special screening + q&a with nd, the directors and producers…and when i got to talk with nate after i told him the movie made me cry nearly 10 times and he was just like “ah yes, i love inflicting emotional damage” and i was like “yeah I’VE NOTICED”
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canisalbus · 3 months
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I wanna say that I love the melancholic romance between Vasco & machete, in their 16th century canon and all the AU’s. As an asexual person (& self-aware hopeless romantic) I really enjoy the intimacy between the boys & how the focus is more on the emotions; not the physical (from what I have seen). I’ve had self-image issues regarding relationships, & not feeling “good enough” for anyone, but seeing these themes makes me feel a little more human because I feel like I’m not alone. So Thank you!
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pinketine · 1 year
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And thus, I rest my case.
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coolertheory · 5 months
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three of them ft. vidcund design that makes him look way less lamer than he actually is
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glitchedmagic · 8 months
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@theminecraftbee ‘s ficlets about Decked Out eating Tango have been living in my head rent free so here’s a little post-do thing of my own.
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“The server resets tonight.”
It’s been just over two months since Decked Out finished. Just over two months since anyone has seen or heard from Tango.
Zed knows what happened. Not the details. And he certainly couldn’t explain it to anyone else. But he knows.
And the gnawing feeling of guilt has kept him coming back to the dungeon. Every day.
Decked Out is asleep. Zed can walk through the citadel without a desperate need to throw himself to the ravengers. He can even wander below, into the redstone, without being electrocuted to death. Maybe it’s dead, but Zed doubts it. He knows it’s just sleeping. Eventually, it will wake up. It will be hungry and will lure whoever enters this world into its depths.
Maybe that’s when Tango will wake up too.
Zed won’t be here to see it.
“Who knows when you’ll be able to eat again?”
His voice is quiet but he knows the whole dungeon can hear him. He plays with the clasp on his gas mask. Tango’s storage room, where he lays on the dusty floor, has enough oxygen flowing through it still to allow him to breathe without the mask, though he’s already getting a bit of a headache. He’ll put the mask back on soon. Eventually.
“One last snack?”
He’s offered the dungeon himself hundreds of times these past few months. As a player, when it was live, hoping to spark a bit of his friend’s life back into him. Then after. Hoping for something. For a glimpse of flickering blue flame and wide eyes that had long since given up pretending to see.
There’s quiet.
There’s so much guilt in the quiet.
Don’t worry, Zed. Just a few months. Not too big of a project.
All good here. With level one done, the rest will go a lot quicker.
Yeah, level three got away from me a bit. Level four will be smaller, don’t worry.
Audio needed to be reworked, you know how it is. Soon.
Just tired, lost track of time last night.
Not too much longer now.
Don’t worry, I’ll be back to normal when the game’s done. Promise.
Did Tango know he was lying?
Zed is well aware that what he’s doing isn’t good for him. It’s ironic, how Tango pulled away from everyone, to eventually disappear in this cave. And now Zed’s doing the same thing.
It was always Tango pulling Zed out. Into the sun for a stupid game or a ridiculous project.  So it makes sense that without him, Zed can’t bring himself to leave the hole.
“I could break more redstone.” Zed offers the dungeon. “Really get you mad.”
He’d done that. About two weeks after Decked Out went dormant. He hadn’t gotten a reaction at the time. But the next day, everything was repaired.
That had spurred Zed into doing a stakeout. Break some stuff, sit and wait until the dungeon brought Tango out to fix it.
Zed had died down in the redstone, waiting. It hadn’t been a pleasant death.
That’s when Impulse had stepped in, staging his own intervention. But all it had done is make Zed feel more guilty.
An intervention for the guy who failed to do an intervention when Tango needed it most.
See? Ironic.
His head is starting to pound. He puts his mask back on.
“I want my friend back, you stupid castle,” He says through the mask. The dungeon understands him anyways.
He won’t be getting Tango back. He’s known that for much longer than he can admit.
Time passes. His phone dings a few times. It’s just the others. Making preparations. The server resets in just a few hours.
“Was it worth it?” Zed asks. “Not you, dumb dungeon. I’m asking Tango. Was it worth it? Did you make this choice? Did you know the consequences?”
Silence.
“Did you ever consider saying goodbye?”
The thing is? Tango was saying goodbye. In the only way he could. It was in the heartfelt artifacts crafted for each hermit. It was in his own voice, echoing words throughout the dungeon long after his own voice left him. It was in every ounce of the game.
None of them saw it until it was too late.
Zed stands. He has to be at spawn soon. He has stuff to pack. He has his own hole in the ground to say goodbye to.
He takes the long way out. Up into the main room of the citadel.
There’s a small part of him that hopes to see a glint of Tango. That’s what’s supposed to happen, right? A little wisp of blue fire. A soft voice. A gust of wind blowing a loose piece of paper across the floor. Something he can look at and be comforted by.
Nothing happens.
Zed knows that Tango’s gone.
He stands at the door. It’s open just a crack, just like he left it.
The night is clear.
“Goodbye, Tango.”
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a-libra-writes · 8 months
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to my ASOIAF homies who havent read the books yet and/or enjoy audibooks. .. may I please offer ... this fantastic amateur recording by DavidReadsASOIAF
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mossdogs · 3 months
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i drew cunty skunky poo
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bbylovess · 23 days
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just trying to be a tanned goddess this summer✨
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cripplemetal · 7 days
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another poll because a) i love polls b) still curious
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aprito · 5 months
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The way that Sakura is inspired after cherry blossoms with both her name and appearance, and the cherry blossoms symbolise the transience and impermanence of life due to their short life spans. Sasori fights against a girl who represents the fleeting nature of life which completely contrasts his obsession with immortality and skurhliexbkjgfswgblpeq
LOVE that Sakura clowns on Sasori's fuckass stupid beliefs not only with her skill set but also with her entire existence. He was untouchable until he wasn't, he was smart until he wasn't, he was apathetic until he wasn't in the span of like, an hour. The best part being that the thing that ultimatively makes her so strong (her humanity and affection and care towards Chiyo) is the one thing he can't have and would absolutely lose if he were to turn her into one of his liveless bum bitch puppets.
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She really is the ultimate troll. We love her.
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breadstickms · 7 months
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hello ytr nation :)
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finally got the time to draw for @princesseevee06's (hi Eevee !!! :D) yttd swap au, Your Turn Ryoko!! You Must Check It Out Or Else. 🔫 i'm kidding, but it does have an iron grip on me soyknow🙏🙏
I very much love how she draws Ryoko and Anzu so I had to draw 'em. this was so much fun to make yall have no idea
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original cg + progress stuff
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