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mechanicalinfection · 6 months
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Lovestruck
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mspaintbladie · 4 months
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silly doodle of blade, but he got devil may cry 1 dante's fit (...bonus mandatory sword impalement...)
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quanblovk · 6 months
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More Hyness doodles! I can't believe my scanner isn't working MAKQHSJXQ-
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unmarked-credits · 7 months
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@xinambercladx trying to kill me with the undershirt Bane
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scarletlotus182 · 2 months
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hhh- hi
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alicesbread · 30 days
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Ok but why isn't Carlotta x Madame Giry a more popular thing, come on people.
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incorrectquoteslobby · 4 months
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Yellow Guy: The fastest way to a Red’s heart is through ch- Duck: Chest cavity. Yellow Guy: Yellow Guy: Cheese.
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ask-century-oswald · 1 year
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i think you need a tetanus shot from that. and a rabies shot
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"Nonsense... If something was wrong with me it would be obvious by now. And why does everyone keep assuming I have rabies? Is it..."
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"... Actually, you're the only person who's said that... I uh... ugh..."
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"I think I'm just gonna lay down for a minute..."
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twcfaces · 6 months
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"I'd say I'm sorry that I crawled out of this shit heap and killed those guys, but I'm really not.
If the law was as adamant about locking these clowns up as they are about making sure I get put back in this hellhole, I wouldn't have to fucking kill them, would I?"
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le-velo-pour-dru · 11 months
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Did you guys know I'm a big fan of that Dallon Weekes fella :0
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one-winged-dreams · 8 months
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👉👈
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tea-and-conspiracy · 2 years
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Prompt 13: Confluence
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How soon these halls had fallen into disarray. A few short years ago, when the Inquisition was yet in its prime, there wouldn’t be a spider web nor speck of dust to be found. Dried leaves blew in from across the Sea of Clouds to rattle over the stonework; they crunched and hissed under Alvere Renaud’s boots now as he passed. Skrhh, skrhh, skrhh. The sound simultaneously prickled his skin and resonated with him. He scratched his hands absently, then his neck, only then noticing the tension in his jaw. Relax, relax.
Many of the others here looked as he did: bowed shoulders, wild-eyed. A hollowness that hadn’t been there before. Technically they all still had their stations. Technically they were all still inquisitors. But DeBorel had come and prized out their teeth, and now they had nothing, nothing.
Winged shadows now passed free over the cobbles below. Malformed miscreants were returning to their homes. And that was supposed to be normal now, as if overnight the Fury had changed Her mind.
Doomed. Damned. All of them. Degeneracy ran free in Ishgard, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He wheeled into his chambers, bolted the heavy door, hurried to the special locked drawer in his desk. It took too many tries for his trembling hands to fit key to lock. But it was still in there. Of course it was. It always was. No one knew about the box, so no one could disturb it.
Carefully, Alvere brought it to his chest and pulled the lid open. Within were two separate locks of spun copper. The first, and longer, he’d taken from Olivie Dufresne that fateful day he’d pushed her too far; the second, he’d snuck from Eliane in church when she was deep in prayer beside him. His treasures. They’d meant to give them to him as a promise, only, well – they hadn’t realized that yet. It wasn’t their fault. Alvere simply took it upon himself to make that promise for them.
Only now. Now! Now Olivie had left. She’d departed Ishgard forever. It was for the best, perhaps, as Halone was surely due to smite this fallen city any sun; but deep down he also knew that it was because of him. He’d wronged her, oh how he’d wronged her so! His heart shrivelled as he remembered her cries.
No, my beloved. That was not how it was meant to be.
Alvere paused a moment, clutching his head as it swam. So much dust. Black dust, everywhere. He swore sometimes that it followed him.
He sighed softly, and returned Olivie’s hair to the box – but then found himself staring at Eliane’s. She was still here, after all. A witch her mother may have been, but Eliane’s blood ran Ishgardian blue. She would never leave this city. And she understood. She did. How often she spent time with him, long after the tragedy had passed!
Only now she was trapped. Chained by wedding ring to that heathen. That brute. Alvere couldn’t comprehend what in the world could have happened to allow Eliane Dufresne to wind up in the arms of a highlander, but surely it wasn’t by choice. It was a matter he doubted Lord Emmereaux was especially pleased about; once upon a time he surely would have found an ally in the man, except Emmereaux had sworn to strangle him the next time they saw one another. Only Eliane still spoke to him anymore. Only Eliane, yes. Only Eliane.
He could still make amends, couldn’t he?
But first he had to free her.
Alvere put the box down, began to pace, coughed as he accidentally inhaled a bit more dust. There had to be a weak link here somewhere – there always was. Perhaps there was an old law leftover from the Autumn War, forbidding Ala Mhigans from holding Ishgardian lands or titles. Perhaps the man himself had secrets he’d rather not have come to light. Those were always fun strings to pull. Yes, there were options, there were always options.
It’d require a careful confluence of misfortune, but Barengar could be removed. Alvere highly doubted that beast could survive for long in the Game. His folly, for thinking he had any place up here to begin with.
And so, Alvere began to pull books. Law, scripture, census records – no, he needed more. He needed the Ala Mhigan’s entire paper trail. Past employment. Criminal records. Any and all gory details.
And he began to read. And he began to think.
And he was hounded, always hounded, by that damnable black dust.
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r0ttingr4bbit · 27 days
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getting "booped".
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ebonyheartnet · 4 months
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-Recording begins-
Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.
Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!
Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*
Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.
Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*
Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.
Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*
Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.
Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*
Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!
Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*
Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.
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ludwigfanfunkoven · 3 months
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sometimes I think about welcome to raccoon city
they made jill black
they made wesker good
they made leon hispanic and actually retarded
and they made brian irons, a foul pedophile cannibal monster that should always be dead, into a very lovable little fella
how'd they drop the ball so fucking hard I don't get it like it's a super easy fucking job
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