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splatoongamefiles · 1 month

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hi!! sorry to send another ask in so soon but I didn't remember to include these in my last one 1. do you by chance have the files for the drumrolls the idols do right before the percentages for splatfest category points are revealed? I don't know if anybody does them besides deep cut because I've only played splat3 fests but if oth has them also and they're not too much trouble to find those would be welcome inclusions!! somebody's ( no idea whose, which is why I wanted to send this in originally ) has become a vocal stim of mine they are so much fun to do 2. do you have the noise point sensors(?) make when they're thrown at you by a player on the opposing team? don't know for sure if those are the things that make the sound I'm thinking of but something emits a few low tones like echolocator does in splat1 and it's such a good noise I love it

I guess i havent been paying attention cuz i thought only frye did it haha. and heres what i think you were talking about with the point sensor

#ask #five-years-late-to-every-fandom #splatoon #game rip #splatoon 3 #request #sounds #voice #sound effect

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gillianthecat · 2 months

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I have no problem watching ice dancers and realizing it's just acting. Honestly it never occurs to me a team would be anything other than friends and colleagues. But I've watched four (4) skates of Sui and Han and my inner shipper romantic is coming out strong.

(Also. I didn't think I enjoyed watching pairs but they are BREATHTAKING.)

And of course this moment was gifed and put on tumblr—

#stumbles into the pairs fandom five years too late #to be clear i have no idea if they're dating and the odds are that they're not #but the way they've held each other after each skate!#they spend half their bowing time in each other's arms #and once he gave her a tiny kiss on her belly right after they finished while they were in their ending pose #but also the relationship between pairs skaters must be SO intense #the trust needed to do what they do #they've been working together for like half their lives!#and it seems pretty clear that they do love each other #pairs skating #figure skating #sui/han #thank you gif makers!

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krikeymate · 11 months

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Hey, I just want to tell you that you're an incredibly talented author, and all of your posts make me happy and excited.

I also have a request (I love angst, sry not sry) and the Carpenter sisters are kind of my new obsession rn (thanks to you lol)

Could you please write a scenario in which Sam comes back from school (she doesn't know about Billy yet) and witnesses Christina's violent outburst towards Tara?

She can't believe it at first because her mother always treated Sam like a princess (we all know why), and Tara is known to be a "clumsy" kid. So, basically, her little sister lied to her about where the bruises come from, but WHY?! I can't answer my own question, and it's frustrating.

I imagine a larger age gap between the two sisters. Sam knows that her mother doesn't love Tara as much as she adores Sam, but the physical abuse always happens when she isn't around.

Thank you so much for your time and effort!

(I'm sorry if I made a mistake, English isn't my first language)

Thank you so much!! I'm glad to hear you like my stuff :) and your English is great!

This will fit pretty well in my five years late AU! The age gap is 10 years, Christina loves Sam and treats her well (although Sam began pulling away once she discovered her father isn't her father - although she never learnt who was). Christina becomes pretty absent when Sam is 15 and their father leaves, but she's never been violent (to Sam's knowledge), or particularly mean to Tara... she just... doesn't care about her so much. She does the bare minimum, and Sam picks up the slack.

It's October, Sam's 18 and in her senior year, and usually she would be at basketball practice right now, except coach started throwing up 10 minutes into practice and sent everyone home. Sam's pretty irritated, all things considered. They didn't need coach there to train, and boy did they need to train. It seems like nobody practised over the summer, and Sam doesn't want to end her final year with as many losses as last year.

But hey, at least she'll get to spend an extra couple of hours with Tara today! Her sister's been upset lately about all the extra time Sam spends at practice now. It was the same last year, she seems to recall. But she got used to it before, and Sam knows she'll get used to it again.

Mom even bought Tara a soccer ball to kick around the garden, she said that her sister was probably just jealous that Sam's good at a sport. Sam can't say she's ever seen her sister touch it once, but mom says she uses it all the time when Sam's at practice, pointing to Tara's bruised legs and scuffed hands and knees. Then she complains that Tara's been kicking the ball against the kitchen wall, and tells Sam to remind her sister to behave herself.

So, Sam's not expected when she arrives home at 3.45 instead of 6pm. She sneaks around the back, hoping to catch her sister practising soccer - an activity Tara refuses to discuss with her but her mother assures her is happening - but finds only an empty backyard... and it sounds like her mother is yelling in the kitchen. It's pretty alarming to hear, mom rarely raises her voice, and it has Sam scrambling over the fence to pull open the backdoor.

It takes a moment for her to realise what she's seeing.

Tara's on the floor, crying, and crawling backwards, away from their mother. Her cheek is bright red, the indentation of fingers spread across it, complete with several scratches. And her mother is screaming at her. She's in the middle of "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR PATHETIC C-" when Sam runs forward and involves herself in the scene.

"What are you doing?!" she cries, standing between Tara and their mother, hands held out as if to push her mother away.

The way her face goes from angry to calm in an instant unsettles Sam. It feels a lot like watching the theatre kids practise at lunch, the way they could go from happy to sad to angry at a click of the finger.

"Honey," she coos, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You're home early?"

"Practise was cancelled," Sam answers warily. Her mother's avoiding the question. "What are you doing?" she repeats, looking over her shoulder to her sister. Tara's rubbing at her face now, breathing heavily through her hiccups to try and control her breathing. Sam frowns, she's going to need her inhaler.

"She was kicking the ball against the wall again," her mother lets out through gritted teeth. Sam can see fragments of frustration leaking through her mask. She knows there was no answer her mother could give that would make this ok, but she had still hoped for better than this. Something reasonable. Something that makes sense.

"So you hit her? Are you kidding me, what the fuck mom," she growls, shaking off her hand and turning to her sister. Sam picks Tara up off the floor, holding her to her chest, and stares down her mother as Tara burrows her face into Sam's hoodie.

"You have no idea what it's like, Samantha," her mother finally responds. "Trying to raise that girl. She's not like you, she's trouble."

Her mother's words floor her. Sam can't believe what she's hearing. She can't believe this is her mother saying these things, doing these things. Sam exits the room backwards, her head shaking the entire time.

Even once they're sequestered away in Sam's room, Tara won't talk to her, won't tell her what happened. She just stays curled into Sam's side, sniffling. Sam has the nagging feeling that her mother wasn't telling the truth. The football's always in the same place every time she sees it, today was no exception. And if that was a lie, then... where did the bruises come from?

Sam has to choke back the nausea. Her sister needs her right now.

She quits basketball the next day.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #AU: five years late #Sam plays basketball was not the next fandom consensus I was expecting to crop up and yet here we are #trigger warning #-> child abuse

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a-still-small-vox · 7 months

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Does anyone know if the Widomauk discord server still exists? I kinda doubt it, but I've got a 12K fix it I'd dearly love to have beta'd by SOMEBODY. Or just a general critrole discord server where I can avoid spoilers and get someone to look at this thing.

#widomauk #critical role #the mighty nein #widowmauk #widoleaf #vox news #it's an episode 26 & 27 fix it where caleb goes back in time #it's partly about saving molly #and it's partly about applying enough emotional pressure to caleb #for him to actually acknowledge he has friends now #no warnings plotty angst with a happy ending type thing #yes I know this is five years late #old fandoms are valid and so am I >:3

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clove-pinks · 1 year

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In other important movie-watching news, I finally got around to watching a film that I have wanted to see since at least 2020, and I am being very unwell about it which is umm. since the film in question is the fifth Pirates of the Caribbean movie, Dead Men Tell No Tales/Salazar's Revenge. Literally for years I have wanted to see this, but I am exceptionally bad at consuming media (which does not help my popularity on tumblr dot com.)

You might think I would watch a lot more Boat Media but I am (weirdly) not into the popular shows; however I do enjoy the PotC franchise even though I have only watched and owned the first three movies, up until now. I got into it in the early 2000s and it's very interesting revisiting it now that I'm in my Marryat Era and all nautical media hits different.

I don't care if DMTNT has Jack Sparrow phoning it in or whatever it is that people complain about, I watched this movie for Capitán Salazar and I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR. It's two in the morning and I'm wondering what was fictional character Armando Salazar doing in the War of the Spanish Succession?? And what would his educational background be since it's before the Academia de Guardias Marinas omfg I have to learn about the Habsburgs I am being very normal and definitely have not read 250k words of fanfiction

#armando salazar #dead men tell no tales #potc #i am five years too late for this fandom rest in pieces #i will take this unhinged behaviour to a sideblog don't worry i just wanted to get this out of my system #going full jstor on this movie #i owe a few people fanfic comments (lots of them)#oaaahh owww ouggh just want to give captain salazar a hug ('totally worth it' i say while dying)

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florthier-than-thou · 3 months

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Why is it that all day I’m too tired or distracted to do anything and then as soon as the sun goes down my brain is like MAHARI KUWARE GAAIE SABANARE

#adhd kicking my ass #also I am five years late to this fandom #but hi I’m obsessed with promare now #Promare #mahari kuware

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kumeko · 2 months

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A/N: For the Unbounded zine! I’m glad I don’t have to choose between “UST with ex” and “angsty bf” and can just have both.

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Megaera couldn’t stop Zagreus.

Not that it stopped her from trying. As he stepped into her arena once more, bruised and bloodied from his relentless journey through the underworld, she gripped her whip tightly and stepped into the center of the room. Despite herself, she had to admit there was something appealing about his bedraggled state, his torn clothes revealing just enough skin to entice.

“Zagreus,” she greeted firmly, pushing her feelings aside. Megaera was a professional in all the ways that mattered. There was a reason Lord Hades entrusted her with this position.

“Oh, it’s you again.” Oblivious, Zagreus waved tiredly. His tunic shifted, revealing tanned skin and lean muscles, old scars and bloody bruises. The fight to her stadium must have been brutal, he looked more exhausted than normal. “Hiya, Meg.”

She should reprimand him for the nickname. It was utterly improper at work. Yet, pity or something like it stayed her tongue. Instead, she merely raised a brow and gestured at him. “Were the monsters that strong or are you just that weak?”

“Ouch. I see you haven’t lost your thorns.” Zagreus sighed, rolling back his shoulders. A particularly tantalizing string of bruises on his collarbone disappeared under his tunic as he stretched. It reminded her of another, steamier night when her teeth had left her mark. “Have you considered how tiring it is to get here?”

“You weren’t this beat-up last time.” Immediately, she clamped her jaw shut. She hadn’t meant to let that slip. Though it was true. It had only been weeks since he’d first made it to her post, but he had improved steadily throughout that time. Last time, he had barely a scratch when he’d knocked on her door.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll think you care.” Zagreus chuckled as he leaned against a pillar on the right side of the room. His legs wobbled and he slid down. “Say, Meg, can I have a moment to catch my breath? You wouldn’t want to beat a tired man, right? I doubt it’ll be any fun.”

She shouldn’t agree. Megaera took care of her work properly, keeping work and personal matters separate. Unlike her sisters, she always knew exactly where she was, who she was facing, and what she had to do.

“It wouldn’t be sporting. New weapon?” she asked, quietly sitting down next to him. Their shoulders bumped but she didn’t pull away. Maybe she was getting soft and sentimental with age. She’d have to beat it out later.

He closed his eyes, too tired to be surprised. It wouldn’t take much to send him back to the House of Hades, even a gentle tap would be enough. “Mmm. I can’t quite get the hang of it.”

“That’s surprising. Your only good trait is how fast you learn.” Megaera watched him from the corner of her eyes. She had known this profile for eons. One of these days, he’d actually make it to the top, and then what? Would he return? Would Lord Hades allow him to?

One of these days, he’d breeze through everything and the spot next to her would be empty.

“All thorns today, huh?” Zagreus chuckled. His shoulders relaxed and he was utterly unguarded. He shouldn’t trust her so much. “Did something happen?”

You. But that wasn’t a professional answer and this wasn’t a personal space. Megaera had never been one to talk about her feelings either way. She only knew how to dodge and pivot around such questions. “What’ll you do after you find your mother?”

“That…” Zagreus opened his eyes now, his voice faltering. He bit his lip as he considered her words. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead. I mean, I can’t even make it past my father yet.”

“Lord Hades is very strong,” Megaera agreed. There was a reason he was the ruler down here, a reason why the gods on Olympus didn’t dare even cross the threshold into this domain. Yet, even then, she was certain that Zagreus would beat him. Even if it was just once.

“Annoyingly so. I think he just likes beating me up.” Zagreus huffed, irritated. He crossed his arms and scowled like a petulant child. “He almost smiled last time.”

“Smiled?” Megaera couldn’t imagine it. Maybe back when Persephone had resided down here, though her memories of that time had faded long ago.

“I know.” Zagreus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up further. “Well, I’ve kept you waiting long enough, haven’t I?” He glanced at her, eyes crinkling slightly. “I don’t suppose you’d go easy on me, just this once?”

“Never,” she replied immediately.

“No hesitation. Thought so.” Zagreus laughed, though he didn’t sound put out. Slowly, he rose to his feet. “Then the hard way it is.”

It was impetuous. Megaera was many things, but she would never have called herself impulsive. Yet, before she could think about it, she abruptly grabbed his hand and yanked him back to the ground. His back hit the dirt and his head narrowly missed the pillar. There was probably a new bruise on him, one that would fade again once he died and returned to the house.

Zagreus groaned, rubbing his head. “What’s with the cheapshot?” he complained, wincing. When she didn’t answer, he turned his head and studied her. “Meg?”

Her nickname. One day, he’d disappear though those doors and she wouldn’t hear it again. One of these days, he might just not return.

Megaera was not a sentimental fool—that was Thanatos’s job—but she climbed on top of Zagreus, her fingers already shoving his tunic away. Not that there was much to move at this point, his clothing was like scraps barely held together. When he opened his mouth, she glared and barked, “Don’t ask.”

“Don’t ask—” Zagreus flinched as her cold fingers brushed his collarbone, as she slowly lowered her head, her long hair draping over his chest. Her breath warmed his skin and he shuddered. “Wait, what—here?”

“I said don’t.” For once, she wished he was like he used to be, back when he had been an idiotic, callous godling who’d just shut up when she told him to. She wouldn’t have missed that Zagreus. She kissed his neck, her teeth grazing his skin.

Mine, she didn’t say.

Stop, she didn’t beg.

The hickey was dark. If by the time he found his mother, if he was still searching for a reason to come back, she hoped he’d see it and remember just who was left behind.

-x-

Thanatos couldn’t make Zagreus stay.

He wasn’t enough. He had never been enough. Thanatos had known this for centuries now. They had been brothers once, were lovers now, and yet none of these bonds were strong enough to convince Zagreus to stay. None of these bonds were better than that with a mother Zagreus had never met.

Instead, here he was in Elysium once more, making his way to the surface as relentlessly as Zeus or Apollo chased women. For once, Zagreus looked in good shape, with minimal injuries. The monsters weren’t doing their jobs properly. Maybe this time he’d finally make it to the surface.

A dull ache spread at the thought, but Thanatos was used to that feeling. He glanced around the open area. For once, paradise was empty, filled only with shallow pools of healing water and benches to rest on. Nothing that required Thanatos’s special skills, nothing that he had to help with.

He should leave.

“Than!” Zagreus called out, his voice anchoring Thanatos as firmly as a hand. “Fancy bumping into you here.”

It irritated him just how much of a hold Zagreus had on him. Even the godling’s voice was like a chain, keeping Thanatos tethered. Megaera had always been better at keeping a distance. With a sigh, he turned around and faced his partner. “Zag.”

Zagreus wiped the sweat from his brow. He smirked cockily, his arrogance always appearing in the worst ways. It was unfortunately extremely appealing. “Came to help again?”

Part of him wanted to shatter the sheer confidence that lay in that question, in the way that Zagreus smiled at him, in the way his lover’s hands were already brushing his skin. But he was weak, he had always been weak to Zagreus, and the best he could muster was a cold, “Obviously not.”

Not buying it, Zagreus laughed and patted him on the back. “Sure, whatever you say mate. Still, I suppose we got lucky this time. There’s nothing here.”

“With how you’ve handled your weapons lately, I suppose you’ll need the break,” Thanatos scoffed, though he didn’t shrug away Zagreus’s hand. It burned him as deeply as a brand.

“First Meg, now you,” Zagreus grumbled, crossing his arms as he glared at Thanatos. His expression was more playful than frustrated. “Admit it, you both just like talking down to me.”

“Talking down?” Thanatos rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from continuing their little charade. “We are merely pointing out reality.”

“Right. Sure. I’m the one who has to fight my way up, unlike you two. And I’m barely even injured this time.” Zagreus gestured at his body, as thought that proved anything. Thanatos knew of the healing aid Zagreus received during his journey.

“Then I won’t have to carry your body down?” Thanatos asked lightly, faking nonchalance.

“It’s not like I plan to die.” Zagreus snorted. He bumped his shoulder against Thanatos’s and smirked. “Better you than Charon, though. His grip is always so cold.”

He wasn’t sure if he should be pleased or annoyed. “I could do without the extra work.”

“Again, it’s not like I want to die.” Zagreus sighed. Scratching his head, he scanned their surroundings. “Well, at least you don’t have to worry about that happening here. It’s been a while since I found a healing fountain.” He smirked. “Since there’s nothing to fight—”

Thanatos could read between the lines. He pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll leave.”

“What?” Zagreus lunged for his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Panicked, he blurted, “That’s not what I meant. I just thought we could take a breather here. Together.”

An odd, ticklish feeling coiled in his chest. Thanatos looked away. “Some of us have jobs, Zag.”

“You can still take a break. Charon can handle the load, and so can Her—” Zagreus paled and cut himself off. Scratching his cheek, he weakly chuckled. “I mean, you have Charon. You can take shifts or something.”

Thanatos studied him. That was definitely not what he was about to say. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to push it. They had enough falling apart between them without exposing yet another secret. “We don’t have the exact same job.”

“Close enough.” Tugging his hand lightly, Zagreus guided him to a bench. “Come on. Just a few minutes.”

He should say no. As it was, he was backlogged, the expanding mortal world filled with more and more lost souls he had to ferry to Hades’ domain. Yet Zagreus’s hand was warm in his, his grip firm, his eyes beguiling.

Despite himself, he let his lover pull him onto the seat.

Despite himself, he stayed, their hands clasped, their feet skimming the fountain water. The cuts on Zagreus healed and his bruises faded. Thanatos smiled softly. That was better—he hated finding Zagreus injured.

Forcing a neutral expression, he gestured at Zagreus’s singed tunic. It was easy to tell what he’d gone through just by the burns and cuts in his clothing. “Lava again?”

“Asphodel is hot,” Zagreus defended himself. His shoulders hunched as he sulked. He trailed a toe through the water. “Sometimes it splashes. There should be guardrails down there.”

“Not everyone is as clumsy as you,” Thanatos chided, allowing himself to relax just a little. There was no one to witness this. There was nothing to fight. It had been too long since it had been just the two of them. He smirked, feeling slightly playful. “I’ve never had to pull anyone out of lava before.”

“That was one time and that was an accident.” Zagreus’s shoulder bump was less affectionate this time.

“That’s still one more time than anyone else.” Thanatos shook his head. “How’s the Hydra?”

Zagreus grimaced. “The usual. It’s not that bad, though the heads are a little too much. Still, I’d rather fight a dozen Hydras than have to deal with Theseus again. He’s so smug. And annoying. A smug and annoying bastard.”

Thanatos couldn’t resist the easy jab. “I could say that about someone else.”

Idly, Zagreus played with Thanatos’s hand. His fingers traced nonsensical patterns on his palm. “I’m not that bad. There are levels. He breaks the scale.”

“No…I suppose you are better than him.” They were falling into old patterns, old banter. It felt familiar. It felt safe. It felt like they were back in Nyx’s quarters, curled up together in bed. Thanatos had always felt most comfortable next to Zagreus, and however much their relationship had changed, that hadn’t.

“Oh, a rare compliment.” Zagreus’s touch grew more sensual and he smirked as Thanatos shuddered. He leaned closer, their eyes meeting. “And look, it didn’t kill you to give it.”

Thanatos couldn’t look away. “It could have killed you to get it.”

“Mmm, well, then you would just have to carry me home.” Zagreus merely leaned even closer, his breath ghosting Thanatos’s lips. His other hand cupped Thanatos’ cheek. “I was just thinking I wanted more alone time with you.”

Liar. If he really wanted that, he’d just stay put.

If he really felt that, he wouldn’t try to leave.

But Thanatos didn’t argue, didn’t do anything but close his eyes. Trapped in Zagreus’s embrace, he could only lean into his lover’s hand as they kissed. He couldn’t make Zagreus stay and he couldn’t leave with him. Wanting anything more than this moment was greedy, and that desire would only lead to heartbreak in the future.

In this moment, in this present, there was only this kiss, this touch, and Thanatos didn’t have the strength to leave.

-x-

Zagreus was afraid he would never want to leave.

It was easy to say otherwise. Especially in front of his father, with his deriding taunts and angry threats. Especially in front of Nyx, with her gentle guidance and constant worry. Whether it was hate or love, Zagreus knew how to put on a brave front. There was no reason to turn back.

It was much harder to say that lying in bed, entangled in Megaera and Thanatos. They surrounded him, their warmth enveloping him as they slept. There was an arm on his waist, another around his shoulders, and their legs were tangled like the Gordian knot. Someone’s breath tickled his shoulder. Hair brushed his ear. His hand was on something soft.

Like a butterfly under the glass, his lovers pinned him in place.

For all that he rebelled against his father, Zagreus didn’t mind the Underworld. He even liked it.

Which was a problem. Cocooned between his lovers’ bodies, Zagreus didn’t want to get off the bed. He didn’t want to go to the surface, he didn’t want to find his mother, he didn’t really want to do anything but lie here while Thanatos and Megaera clung to him. And for the two most standoffish people he’d ever met, they’d been clinging to him more and more these days, in the oddest of ways. Their kisses tasted of desperation, their voices trembled with untold regret, and an unknown fear burned bright in their eyes.

No, not unknown. He had the same fear when he looked in the mirror. Perhaps that was the worst part—there was nothing he could do or say to ease their worries. He couldn’t promise he’d return, he couldn’t swear to stop, and those were the only things that would reassure the pair.

Everything had changed the moment he learned the truth. And everything would change again when he found his mother. For better, for worse, only the Fates knew, but change it would. Even their feelings could change, though he didn’t like to think of that.

Zagreus huffed, blowing a stray bang away from his eyes. Megaera stirred slightly—she’d always been a light sleeper—before nestling into his arms once more. Thanatos snored softly, his expression entirely unguarded for once. For a moment, everything was peaceful.

He tightened his grip on them, burrowing deeper into their embrace. For a moment, he would pretend that it was before, that Nyx was still his mother, that he didn’t have a purpose, that he was just the clumsy son who couldn’t handle his father’s affairs.

That he didn’t have a reason to leave, and two more to stay.

Just for tonight, he would pretend that he only belonged here, to them.

#thanmegzag #hades game #zagreus #megaera #thanatos #hades #fanfic #five billion years late to the fandom with a starbucks

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misteria247 · 11 months

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Me getting raided by my little brother with the FNAF trailer, going onto Facebook and seeing my little sister tagged me in a post about FNAF and coming onto Tumblr only to be greeted by the bear himself

Me puts on a little security hat accepting what's to come: Fuck it, welcome back to hell fellas. Here's the national anthem.

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#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's sister location #fnaf sister location #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #we did it fellas it's coming after nearly several years holy shit #I'm getting into a lot of my older fandoms lately #tmnt hetalia and now fnaf??? absolute madness #Youtube

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ilikepudding13 · 11 months

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They are on their way to school :)

I’m not too late to this fandom am I?

#detroit become human #dbh #d:bh #dbh connor #dbh nines #rk800 #rk900 #rk brothers #my art #original art #I’m about five years late to this fandom but oh well

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alanide-art · 2 months

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Your monster hunter world art makes my heart explode. (High compliment)

AUGH thank you so much! This makes me happy 😭

#i may be years too late to rot over this game but #huohuhuou monhun chief botanist #i love the chief botanist fandom all five of us worldwide #ask

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splatoongamefiles · 1 month

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hey there!! do you by chance have the sound file(s) for when, in splatoon 2's tentakeel outpost after callie's return, the squid sisters chat with one another? I can only ever hear them very faintly over the background noise :( I wanted to know if it was the same file they used for them in their studio in splat3 ( and 1 maybe I can't remember ) or if they made a different one for both

these are the same as the splatoon 3 talking ones, and the splatoon 3 ones are higher quality too, but it's missing callies laugh :(

#ask #five-years-late-to-every-fandom #splatoon #voice #callie #marie #splatoon 2

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maureenkpliskin · 4 months

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About this blog

Hello everyone, i'm Maureen ! Welcome to my art blog :)

Here i'll mainly post my digital drawings.

The software i use to draw : Clip Studio Paint

Languages i speak : English - French

Fandoms i'm in

Metal Gear Solid

Record of Lodoss War

Star Trek

Life is Strange

The Legend of Zelda

Policenauts

Death Stranding

The Dollar Trilogy

Final Fantasy (VII and XV)

Star Wars

Bayonetta

Mononoke

Ghibli

Frieren

Witch Hat Atelier

My other blogs

Sketches : @maureenscribbles

Rambling and reblogs : @maureenrambles

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𝕄𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕂. ℙ𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 (@maureen_k_pliskin)

#intro post #not art #the fandom list is soooo long #and i'm sure i forgot half of the fandoms i'm in #after five years i'm finally doing an intro post #better late than never i guess

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krikeymate · 10 months

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so @dreamersbcll and i were talking about songs that remind us of the carpenter sisters and we thought vampire by olivia rodrigo would fit tamber in ur 5 years late au! from tara's perspective, after everything goes down

-"i used to think i was smart, but you made me look so naive"

-"how do you lie without flinching?"

-"what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill" the thrill that amber gets from being ghostface and grooming tara

-"girls your age know better"

the song is sad and melancholy and angry depending on the verse. do u think tara ever gets to that angry place as she reflects on that quasi-relationship in the future?

You two are so goddamn right for that omg.

Tara in this verse really does not cope well in the aftermath of Amber and everything she did. It doesn't really hit her until a few weeks later. She's lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, and Sam comes in to check on her. She fiddles with her blanket, strokes her hair back, kisses her forehead. Tara feels her kneel down on the floor and lean against the bed, a hand cupping hers. Sam's whispering to her: I'm so glad you're okay, I don't know what I would have done without you babygirl, I'm going to do better, no-one will ever hurt you again. I'm sorry I didn't protect you better.

And all Tara can think is this is what love is supposed to be like. Amber really never cared, it was all just an act. Tara was nothing more than a tool, a toy that she played with for her own amusement. There were no sweet whispered words, she only reached out first when she wanted something. There were hundreds of unanswered messages, snippy I'm busy's and you're too much sometimes'. She'd had to beg for Amber's attention, her love.

How could she have ever chosen that over her sister? How could she have been led so astray. Why did she let her do that to her? Why did Tara let this happen?

It starts as a melancholy that clings to her back, weighing her down. It takes her down dark paths and to all the wrong places. She hurts her sister by hurting herself.

Then they're attacked again and Tara's done being sad, she's done trying to drown herself to forget what's happened. She gets angry instead.

The first time she sleeps with a guy, Amber is all she can think about. She thinks about how mad this would make her, how much she would hate it. She hate fucks some guy to get over her. It doesn't quite help. So she does it again.

#/mp #ask box #dxcinhx #Scream #Tara Carpenter #Amber Freeman #AU: five years late #fandom music tag

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