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the-chaotic-anon · 2 years
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Man, those funky little mannequins from natm legit woke up, breathed air for the first time, and chose violence
@zzoupz
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bruciemilf · 5 months
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Something Something, Joker’s whole thing in DC is that he does irredeemable, awful bullshit, which he always minimizes by calling it a joke, regardless of how critical the damage is to people around him and never takes accountability for it, something something literally the plot always tells you he’s an absolute loser for that and aspiring to imitate that behavior makes you a loser, something something comedy should be an outlet for laughter and pain, not taking joy in hurting someone else
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novafire-is-thinking · 8 months
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Things I love about this:
Whirl’s presence can be felt. He holds a room captive with his chaotic intensity.
Despite his reputation, Brainstorm is sensitive to the emotional “atmosphere” of a place.
Ratchet is the mom friend who knows right away which kid is missing. lol
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cats-obsessions · 6 months
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I’m a big fan of Durge having some more animalistic qualities, regardless of race, like fangs meant to tear or a real, inhuman growl. But ya know what? I’m also a big fan of this vicious Bhaalspawn being able to purr. Maybe not like a house cat. Maybe it’s a deep, rumbling sound that comes out with a contented sigh. Either way, it’s a shock to Durge when one day it happens for the first time, the Chosen of Bane’s fingers carding through their hair.
What could That Sound possibly be? It wasn’t a growl. But if it wasn’t a growl, what could it be? The Dark Urge is no house cat! But Gortash knows exactly what it was, and he makes it his life’s goal to make it happen more often. He’ll tease Durge at first, justify his efforts to himself by claiming to exemplify how he has subdued even the Bhaalspawn. In reality, it means Gortash spends copious amounts of time pampering and doting on Durge until it becomes too obvious he just thinks it’s cute, a proud smile and a bit of color coming to his plaid cheeks every time he succeeds.
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inoreuct · 4 months
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thinking about zoro noticing sanji being more restless at dinner one night. he’s imperceptibly frazzled, perfect suit a little less put together, tie looser around his neck and carrying a barely-noticeable tremble in his fingertips that isn’t usually there. zoro’s noticed him eyeing the bottle of sherry on the countertop whether he himself realises it or not, and the realisation dawns on zoro that the damn cook needs a break.
he of all people knows how sanji pushes himself too far— maybe not physically, but he will blatantly ignore burnout and mental fatigue until it eats away at him enough that he’s forced to stop, whether by the crew’s efforts or his own oft-disregarded limitations. it’s a form of undeserved self-flagellation that makes zoro want to punch a wall but sanji can’t know he cares, no, because 1. the cook won’t take well to being “mothered” (cue zoro’s eye roll) and 2. they’re supposed to be rivals. hello.
so after dinner he tidies the galley to sanji’s exact specifications (which he just,,, happens to have memorised, alright, stop making a big deal out of it. he knows all his nakama’s routines. shut up.) and finds the cook on the deck, liquor in hand, telling him that luffy had asked him to. he snags the sherry from sanji’s slender fingers so that the cook doesn’t drink too much too fast. he feels sanji struggle with words and leaves the space around them empty so that the cook can fill it as and when he sees fit.
it’s the least that zoro can do, he thinks. holding space for someone he cares about because he’s never been good enough with words to fill it himself, but sanji’s never seemed bothered.
zoro lets slip something that he doesn’t think about, the words natural as breathing, tries not to freak out about it, and takes his spot in the crow’s nest so that his cook can rest.
i wrote this properly in sanji’s pov and it’s here, by the way. if you even care.
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total-funger-island · 4 months
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“Whiteness of the day.”
“Numbness of mind.”
“Darkness of depths.”
“Dance La Mad.”
“Termina is upon us..”
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24 people traveling to the Wawanakwa island where Festival of Termina hosts by invitation from mysterious jester-man in their dream. All contestants have to manage surviving on through the island in 1 week and there must only one winner. Non of them are aware of the island’s threat that faces to their life.
* You finally arrived.
* As you step down from the train, you can feel the horror.
* Your body begins to tremble with fear and hunger.
IM BACK BABY I FINISHED ALL OF THEM WOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Finally everyone is here after I spent time to find their fits, don’t get me to mentioning about my sense of fashion is horrible but I’m glad all of them looking good. Thank you for all supports from my lovely followers make me here at this point, love you all <33
Update note infos about this au
The setting were take place in 1940s during ww2
This au will contain stuffs like g@re, d@ugs and ant dark themes. I will make sure tag them everytime as warnings
All characters are young adult (around 18-20) (I just don’t want to see teens being tortured :(
As I mentioned from those past posts this au will have multiple endings kinda like games (I think it cool to see my followers make their death choic— *gunshots*)
I just decided change 6 day to 1 week, I feel like it still too small for large casts
Btw stories will based on funger itself 90% might change some details or lore to fit tdi
Here all contestants designs I hope you like them, their moonscorched form and enemies will be next (also tagged me anytime if you fanart of them au I would love to see them *wink wink*)
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Real footage of me after this post if you care /pos :
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Alastor being a sex-repulsed aroace and autistic:
angel: Al~ whatchu doin’ with all that cake?
alastor: cake? *looking around* What cake?
angel: *wheezing*
alastor: *confused as fuck*
alastor: a- angel? what cake? is this some sort of joke i don’t get?
angel: *wheezing harder*
alastor: *getting frustrated* Angel! What do you mean?
angel: *out of breath and nearly choking from laughing*
Alastor eventually gives up and melts back into the shadows in a “tactical retreat”, intending to ask Husk later what Angel meant. This endeavour results in the other demon laughing as well, but he eventually explains it to him. Alastor, slightly embarrassed at being this oblivious, of course decides not to speak or even think of the even ever. Angel, of course, decides to tell everybody who would listen, making the radio demon’s resolution significantly harder to fulfil.
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webtoonenjoyer · 3 months
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Y’all ever see a webtoon episode and there’s a shit ton of comments so you’re just like oh shit here we go again
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mypimpademia · 11 months
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Petition to stop turning characters into drug dealers and gang bangers just bc it’s a black reader fic🗣️🗣️‼️‼️
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cyle-stuff · 9 months
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Yo forget about this poll I made!
The gay shit is actually happening!
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I’m still surprise that they animated the hand holding, I didn’t think they would
But they did!!
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beaconfeels · 3 months
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@like-lazarus kindly tagged me in a “Messy Draft Monday” and even though I’ve been too stressed to be actively working on anything right now, I wanted to share something. So have a little bit of one of the random steter stories floating around in my brain:
Peter finishes loading the last bag into his car and leans against the trunk for a minute. Overall, he feels satisfied. His revenge is complete, plus he’s an alpha, which is a nice little perk.
It’s a little galling to have to leave the Hale territory instead of ruling it, but if he stays here his nephew and that merry little band of budding psychopaths will kill him eventually. He’s lucky, but he’s not that lucky.
The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps catches his ear first, then a quick heartbeat. He knows that heartbeat. He memorized that heartbeat one night that seems so long ago, but really wasn’t that long ago at all.
He turns around.
“Stiles,” he says, low, dangerous. Because he likes Stiles, but Stiles is most likely to come up with a murder plot that will actually work, so he’s not to be trifled with.
The boy pulls up short, staying well back from Peter. He’s breathing hard, and those pretty pink lips are parted, his cheeks flushed. He really is very lovely, Peter thinks.
Stiles has a large duffle bag weighing down one shoulder, his grip on it white-knuckled. “Take me with you,” he says.
Peter blinks. He thought he was beyond being surprised.
“You want me, right?” Stiles goes on. “You wanted to turn me. I can’t let you bite me, but I can be pack. Just take me with you. Let me stay with you and I’ll be pack. I’ll cook too, and clean.”
“Can’t let me bite you?” Peter asks. It’s not the only question he has, but it’s the one that sticks out the most in what Stiles has just laid on him.
“I don’t think so. Maybe? But right now it’s a no.” He bites his lip, taps his fingers on his leg. “Yeah. Definitely a no right now. Maybe forever. But humans can be pack, right?”
Peter doesn’t know why he’s even still standing here. Of course he’s not going to take Stiles with him. “You don’t even know where I’m going,” he says instead of what he should be saying, which is obviously no. It’s definitely not happening.
“I don’t fucking care,” Stiles says, and he sounds suddenly weary. “As long as it’s not here, I’m cool.”
Peter tilts his head. Stiles is such a mix of scents it’s always been hard to get a read on him, but Peter has noticed the anguish that radiates off the boy in waves. It’s a layer that runs under everything else— a steady, overwhelming sadness. “And what would your father have to say about that?” He still doesn’t know why he’s even engaging in it, why he’s giving the boy any hope.
Stiles snorts. “I left him a note that he’ll find whenever he finally realizes I’m gone. He won’t come after me.” He looks down and to the side, his hand clenching into a fist.
“Listen,” Stiles says, and he raises those big brown eyes to look right at Peter, “I can’t stay here anymore. Please. Just please, take me with you. I know I can’t promise not to be any trouble, you’d never believe that, but I can be useful. I can be good for you. I can be pack.”
He’s desperate, and that shouldn’t matter. If it were anyone else it wouldn’t matter, but this is Stiles. Stiles is unusual. He’s interesting. Now that he’s had his revenge, Peter is at a bit of a loose end. Not without plans, never without plans, but the future already looks a little boring. Stiles is many things, but boring isn’t one of them.
Plus, Stiles is the Sheriff’s son, and absconding with the son of the sheriff sounds like a delightfully mischievous, if misguided, end to his run in Beacon Hills. “Alright, you can come along.”
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lovelesslittleloser · 8 months
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What do you think aliens would do if they met a psychopath? And I don’t mean the spooky stereotypes, just an actual person.
What about the aliens who can sense emotions? The little guys that can smell emotions love humans, their feeling are so loud and vibrant, so how would they react if they met one who didn’t have any?
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andreablog2 · 17 days
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Good morning, just found out about the woman who films herself stealing peacock eggs for engagement/rage bait, not just from online people but also the bird itself. In every video she’s getting knocked to the ground by a peacock/peahen…it’s honestly disturbing but it’s also the funniest thing ever. Like points for creativity I guess…
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rhaenella · 9 months
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Ed Speleers’ characterisation masterclass: psychopaths
“Fundamentally, I have to look at strengths and weaknesses of both the character and myself. I need to find a way in. So, if it’s playing someone who is dark and is removed from me, I need to find that. I also need to have empathy with that character. […] Using the character as a real, living, breathing human. Now, there are certain things that I can’t associate myself with that character but I need to find a way in, so, strengths and weaknesses being one. Where are we similar, where are we different; what’s that character’s point of view of the world, what’s my point of view of the world? And how can I put my own truth into that? Using a psychopath as an example… No one plays psychopath. There’s learned behaviour there. And I think you have to find ways of how does that character use his certain behaviours to get what he wants out of certain scenes. Whether it be he charms, whether he uses aggression, whether he uses empathy himself, whether he uses sorrow, whether he uses manipulation, intimidation. And how would I, Ed, maybe find ways to associate myself in those situations?” — Ed Speleers on how he gets into character for EQ Connects
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97-liners · 10 months
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i know y’all don’t believe me but if seungcheol and i knew each other irl we would HATE each other. or at least i know i would hate him, idk how he’d feel about me
i mean, between the golfing, the MBA, the head to toe ugly balenciaga, and the competitive rage….. i’d rip his hair out. i’d push him into a manhole. i’d pepper spray him for no reason.
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