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corpsebeau · 11 months

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travis is such a tragic character and i feel like everyone is hung up on what we know from the bologna incident, which does reveal a lot about his situation but i don’t see many people talk about him when he’s older.

because i know he must’ve been waiting for the day he could do it, he could stand up to his dad and tell him to fuck off or whatever and finallt leave but it never came.

he was so scared of becoming like his dad, living under his control his whole life and that’s what happened, irs so unfortunate he couldn’t live a life he desperately wanted, but he did try and irs visible with his death

he didn’t want this to continue any longer so he put a stop to it himself, unfortunately sacrificing himself in the process

and it pains me because he looks so aged, so tired, his life is something he hasn’t enjoyed and i doubt there’s been a moment in time he was ever comfortable with someone, a moment in time were he felt safe and loved genuinly

anyways i love travis!!! he does make me cry and bawl tho

#sally face #sally face travis #travis phelps #travis phelps sally face #he’s such a sopping wet cat to me #people don’t understand like i do #hate kenneth phelps with a burning hatred #KILL

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potatobugz · 1 year

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ITS JUST. ALL CREEK

im glad we can all agree that Craig approaching Thomas in "Le Petit Tourette" and asking him if he could do his laundry was very gay

#south park #sp #craig tucker #tweek tweak #creek #sp creek #super craig #wonder tweek #sp thomas #thomas le petit tourette #thats just his last name to me #i have been using ao3 more lately and whenever ppl tag him they say 'Thomas (le petit tourette)'#cuz they dont tell us his last name & thats the only episode he appears in #but hes kinda funny #him teaming up w kyle to get back at cartman was very fun. underrated character #trying to make tweek more... skrunkly. in my art #hes like a wet rag to me #places him in the bathtub and he gets all crinkly like a sopping wet cat #does thag make sense.#im really getting better at form and shapes its maling me really happy #ALSO CONTINUING MY TRADITION OF DRAWING SHIP ART OF TWO CHARACTERS JUST STANDING ON TOP OF EACHOTHER #LIKE LEGO BRICKS #i do this for almodt everything i hyperfixate on its very important #potatart

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shootingstarrfish · 4 months

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petition to give raphael more screentime

#maybe hes just the ceo of resting bitch face okay.... leave him alone #to me he looks like a sopping wet cat visually #so close to being an official raphael simp but i need more....#obey me #obey me raphael #obey me luke #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me art #shitpost #my art

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daincrediblegg · 8 months

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WHAT LIKE IM WRONG YOU GONNA TELL ME THAT IM WRONG

#HE WAS SOPPING AND WET LIKE A CAT DAWG #francis crozier #the terror #long awaited post from me ik #crozier ass lookin cat

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revrads · 1 year

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The Sorcerer

#dungeons and dragons #dnd honor among thieves #dungeons and dragons movie #honor among thieves #dnd fanart #simon aumar #fanart #art #digital art #drawing #doodle #((BEST BOY!!!))#((Another one into my growing collection of pathetic sopping wet cat))#((He's so full of anxiety and self-esteem issues. he just like me fr))

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bruhstation · 3 months

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do you ever wonder what it's like to date the most mentally repressed bachelor of sodor but also want to prepare yourself for what's to come? for casa tidmouth's valentine's day special the author filled out this handy dandy chart so you can see if you're lucky for fitting all the criteria or for not fitting any of the criteria

(template by mythir on twitter)

#thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte gordon #casa tidmouth #senjart #happy valentine's day. I was kicking and giggling when drawing him #random hc is that when gordon blushes it goes all the way to his ears……… Heh #my middle aged princess. my poor little sopping wet cat all alone in a cardboard box.#<--- WHAT IS BRO YAPPING ABOUT⁉️⁉️#ALSO THE BOUQUET TOOK ME THE LONGEST TO DRAW LIKE I HAVE TO MAKE THE FLOWERS LOOK ACCURATE #AND THE MEANINGS TOO #also from the 1k special polls result he's a top fave and always talked about in the essay sections . So #I'LL DRAW 2X3X4 STUFF LATER I PROMISE. I'VE GOT LOTS OF STUFF IN MY BACKLOG #just imagine ed and hen looking at this chart and grinning and going ''JACKPOT''

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exemeows · 3 months

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me saying "oh yeah, i'm super troy barnes coded :)" knowing deep down in my heart i am benjamin franklin chang.

#he's literally me he's so sopping wet cat #community tv #community #nbc community #troy barnes #benjamin franklin chang

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lovesickeros · 3 days

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☆ thrice the bell tolls

{☆} characters neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, villain au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings minor angst {☆} word count 0.9k

"Get in the water."

There is no trepidation in the voice of the Sovereign as he speaks, only pure contempt that bleeds into the very air until it chills their lungs – there will be no penance here. No redemption. He stands before them with apathetic indifference, and with his hands he shall draw judgement upon sinners without a shred of mercy, so heavy his gaze they cannot move. This land shall become the grave of gods – no, not gods, Archons. Transcendent..and fallible.

Horribly, humanly fallible.

What a cruel thing to be – neither god nor mortal, in the end. Their Authority a stolen, coveted thing, so easily taken in a blaze of fury that singes them to the bone, in winds so harsh it tears the breath from their lungs from the sheer pressure, in the way their hairs stand on end as if lightning shall smite them for their arrogance. Judgement has come for them, in the end, and no plea nor bargain can save them from it's justice – they shall be judged and they shall be sentenced.

"..I was willing to put aside your past transgressions – forgive your thievery of the Authority that is not your own – to see Their vision of harmony come to reality." He speaks with nothing but clarity and calmness that unsettles – as gentle as the serene pond illuminated by gentle sunlight, ducks drifting across its pristine surface and creating faint, brief ripples. Calm as the tide as it recedes from the shoreline. His eyes speak of the tempest – the raging winds and the harsh waves that will crash and break and ravage. There is a fury so turbulent it makes the wind go still, the earth erode and the water recede. "You do not deserve repentance when Their body bears the marks of your transgressions," There will be no mercy. They try to plead, to beg and bargain but they cannot speak – their cries go unheard just as Theirs were ignored. A horrifying irony.

"Self proclaimed Acolytes, all, yet you bathe in Their most divine blood and call yourselves Saints," He breathes in, taps his cane against the hardened earth, and holds his head high as he meets their eyes unflinching. Mercy, they think, for we are innocent – we did not know. "Sinners, to the very last. You tear at the flesh of the most Divine like wild dogs to sate your own hunger, for you know nothing else."

His voice is the toll – it echoes like the ringing of a bell, calling them to the water like a siren. It beckons, it demands, and it will not wait. The water recedes and he stands like a beacon among the shores – a bastion of light where it has been snuffed out.

His eyes witness their sins – heavy a burden he bears as he witnesses that which they must atone for. The cruel hand of an Archon as it spills the Divine blood of the very earth beneath their feet. He sees Their agony, feels it to the last. Every bolt of wind, every jagged rock, every bolt of lightning. Every single one he feels until he weeps – for Them, he weeps.

His left hand renders judgement – guilty. Their transgressions are grave, and no redemption can be found for such horrors they have inflicted upon the mortal vessel of the Divine. They have felt their sorrow, have felt Their pain, and he has found them guilty.

And with his right hand..he enacts justice.

"Let your sins be your anchor – let your sins weigh heavy upon your shoulders so that you may feel a brief flicker of the agony you have inflicted upon Them," He lifts his cane with a solemn resolve, tears staining the scales upon his cheeks. "I shall weep for you, too, for no other shall do so in my stead. Return, wretched beasts, to the earth and let it nourish Them where you did not."

And at his call, the waves devour.

Entire cities, entire nations – those who bear the sin shall drown in it's wake, dragged to the lowest depths where even the sun cannot breach. It takes and takes, claws and tears and rips at the bodies of the damned – it devours the world, impartial and unrelenting in it's judgement.

And Neuvillette alone weeps.

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"Neuvillette? Are you..crying?" Their voices makes him startle back to awareness, the briefest flicker of shame welling up in the empty space of his chest as he wipes away the tears that roll down his cheeks like drops of rain.

"It..appears so. Forgive me, most Divine, it seems I had a brief lapse in focus." He clears his throat, straightens his back, tries to ignore the pit in his stomach as he watches Their lips pull into a smile all too happy. He..he should be happy too, shouldn't he? He should. If They are happy, so should he be. His lips curl into a smile that doesn't feel like it fits on his face, but he delights in the way They smile wider when he does.

They approve, and that's all that matters, isn't it?

"It won't happen again, I assure you."

Their approval is all that matters.

So why does his chest ache so badly? He did as They commanded, he removed the stain upon Teyvat and ensured Their safety.

So why does he feel such sorrow?

The thought gnaws at him like the tides erode at stone, yet he cannot bear to burden his Creator with such..nonsense.

He will bear this weight alone until the day the waves come to claim him, too.

"Shall we visit the gardens today, Divine One?"