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blkjackalz · 9 months
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hiding in the tags and thinking abt feelings. scroll on past if you so want!
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coolnonsenseworld · 4 months
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Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰
linktr.ee/Mezzy
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smallest-moon · 10 months
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here it is the master post for all my soul eater!au ideas (here are posts 1 and 2 + vashwood as souls), where I'll be periodically rebloging it whenever i think of something new! feel free to dm if you wanna talk about it and give me more ideas :) or point out any dumb contradictions but anyways lets go:
vash is the meister and wolfwood is the death scythe
wolfwood's original partner was livio but due to events livio is now presumed dead/missing, leaving wolfwood without a partner for a long time
livio is however very much alive and eventually he'll return with his new weapon who is razlo (how does it work? basically imagine razlo as ragnarok)
wolfwood scythe form is his giant machine gun (still thinking if he should be like tsubaki is able to change forms so that when he finally accepts vash as his partner he changes into vash's gun instead of always being a machine gun..... and can later transform into that wicked weapon vash's angel arm changes into)
vash himself is death (i suppose.. though nobody knows... yet) and he still brings chaos wherever he goes. he has been without a partner for a very very long time
due to walking around without a scythe, he has a lot of scars thanks to the fights he cannot avoid and his immense desire to save everyone
meryl and milly are naturally around and they are meister and weapon
they are currently looking for a chaotic meister that leaves a trail of destruction behind
when vash and wolfwood first start working together as partners, wolfwood makes his scythe self heavier just to see vash struggle as much as possible whenever they arent in combat because really what the fuck is up with this dude hating to kill?? you ARE literally death incarnate grow up
completelyyy unrelated to that is that people hear and tell many different versions of the same story: of a great battle many many many years ago that brought great destruction. despite names changing many times most seem to agree that one of the beings was called knives millions and that his heart only knew destruction. the ending differs for a lot of people, most agree there were no survivors but some believe there was only one because how else would the story exist ("ain't nobody surviving that, its just a story" an old man shook his head "but if someone did survive, they are either death or the devil itself")
so thus far no one has found out that vash is that "one" survivor nor have they found out that knives didnt actually die but instead he is trapped as vash refused to kill him then
but how long will he stay trapped? how long until he breaks free again?
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s1mpl3sp0ng3 · 2 months
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species swap doodle bc hey why not
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iinmysights · 10 months
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must not be as rusty as i thought bc this is just shy of 3 hours of work. anyway here’s caedes :3
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my-current-obsession · 2 months
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Dunno if it's a hot take, but I think the "platonic" path for Chihiro (as in making the "wrong" choices early on so she doesn't even confess, not just rejecting her when she does) was actually WAY better than her romantic rank 9.
Instead of getting insanely jealous of the thought of Mitsuru and MC spending time together (for the sake of HELPING HER), she's actually totally fine with that and begins to leave before stopping because she's upset AT HERSELF for continuing to rely on others. Her motivation to confront the teacher is entirely about taking action herself rather than it being centered on a desperate attempt to fix things quickly to keep the guy she likes away from another girl.
The way she celebrates with MC on the rooftop afterwards is really cute too. She acknowledges her growth in being able to confront an adult male by herself while also recognizing she still has a ways to go and this is kind of just the beginning. It's just really good character development and very wholesome, how her FRIENDSHIP with MC helped her become more confident and capable. Meanwhile her romance has that character "development" tied entirely to her being very jealous/possessive. She was only able to confront the teacher because she was terrified to let MC be alone with Mitsuru. That's not really growth, and it's certainly not a healthy foundation for romance.
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theykage · 3 months
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I started Fool Night today and this is the only other manga series I’ve read so far besides Chainsaw Man where the genre highlights how absurdly difficult it is to even attempt to escape poverty. Does a really good job at using exaggerated dark fantasy circumstances to portray how harrowing that struggle is
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antisolararc · 21 days
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📚 for Meridian and/or 🎭 for Citra ?
📚 Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture about a topic of their choosing. What do they choose?
Meridian would be beyond mortified at this prospect.
The lecture ends up following a loose theme of functionality and ornamentation in different fashion styles. Not particularly shocking - everyone knows that Mery is something of a dandy. It's quite disjointed and includes more than a few lengthy asides. As much as they try to keep it objective, it becomes increasingly clear that Meridian is very opinionated on this. They may not discriminate by style (different things suit different people, after all), but by god if they had it their way every person on the planet would be accessorizing.
Without any actual materials in front of them, Mery spends a nontrivial amount of the lecture with their eyes closed, presumably imagining them instead. Or maybe they just don't want to make eye contact.
🎭 What is the one thing your OC regrets most? Would they undo it, considering how their life turned out?
OHHHH this is. hard to answer without spoilers. but I will try to be as vague as possible. but you can probably figure out what I'm alluding to.
Citra spend most of her life hyperfocused on making one particular thing, but of course it didn't turn out how she wanted. Now that she's alone, she agonizes over it very regularly. Still, she can't quite bring herself to say she'd undo her life's work. In the end, she never enjoyed her life much at all, save for a few special memories, but the thought of erasing it all makes her feel... empty.
What Citra wanted never really mattered, though, or at least that's the conclusion she's come to. After all, if it did, it wouldn't have happened like this.
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hyaciiintho · 5 months
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🌸。*゚+. gently contemplates on making a ns//f//w sideblog for interactions and musings in that category... Would of course include the darker stuff (bloot, g//o//re, etc) but uhh... also the spicy stuff that rarely comes up on occasion but has become more abundant after adopting very specific muses -stares into the camera like he's on The Office- Not mentioning any names. You know who you are.
Just to like. Spare this poor blog from potentially being blacklisted on tumblr because of something stupid dfhjksdf I'm the most tame and vanilla person out there in regards to these things, but I know the STUPIDEST mention in a musing is gonna slap me with a oh ho ho too spicy for the masses, let's softblock you across the board. I'll think about it...
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shadowedvales-a · 8 months
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THINGS ARE STARTING TO COME BACK TO YOU, AND YOU'RE CURIOUS. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. › FROM ELIZABETH MARCH. @embodies
She still sensed it, the universe spinning around with no ending or beginning; the way her blood curdled a horrid gurgle, even if it no longer pumped to her brain. She haunted marble walls on silent feet. The place a fusion of malevolence and beauty, and Jane, despite her hollowed flesh and often unseeing eyes, couldn't help but find a strange sort of enticement within said walls, all perfectly draped and painted. She knew quite little of its happenings, bizarre spirits of muddled eras all sharing one patch of land; although the mind became a hazy thing due to submittance of the final years of her life, she was no fool. Isolated company was merely favoured, a lithe black cat scampering against corners, gaze finding deathly endurances but never remaining long enough to understand reasoning behind vile acts. Sitting, feeling, unthinking.
Where there was rot, there was Jane Ives. Stuck in the jaws of a hellish beast, taker of lives, but leaving the soul to crumble. Oftentimes she wondered what she was actually doing here; inner workings utterly vandalised by a madman's execution for warped world-peace. The toxicity resting in her bloodstream confused old memories, scorched her past-life: all she remembered of her mother entailed a whiff of perfume and a few phrases of a lullaby she used to sing. One day she'll uncover truths, the ugly and pure— but for now, the body only yearns for kindred consideration, perhaps something to call her own. Three decades would rear its date in a handful of months, and a spark had begun to litter in her mind's eye.
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“Yes. I am curious.” The very first time Jane saw Elizabeth, she was positive she had moved to a better destination; swore she bore witness to an angel welcoming her to heaven's palace. (Oh Saint Peter let me in, you must know where I've been! Won't you tell me at last who I am?) Ever quickly, the hand she wished to hold, she realised, was sharp, a creature's claw; fascination did not dwindle but fear ushered the child away. It's clear the woman saw everything happening inside her hotel, including frizzled recollections resurfacing, taunting innocence of youth and marking it for horror. “I remember... things.” Honesty possessed no hesitation, as the words spilled it felt good to speak them aloud. To relieve herself. “There is a block. A... something foggy. It stops me remembering.” Frustration threatened its course, as one might perceive through her jaw tightening, lifeless pallor nearly gaining a flash of colour.
This is your story, written and rewritten, scratched out, burned and buried. “Did I... Was I always... this?” Is it foretold that I haunt the head of a girl graced for much more than her destiny provided? Chin cants, shoulders purposely squared like trying to light a guise of confidence. “Bee - cause I do not think I was always in this place.”
#⅋. [ ✦ ] ﹕ we are all just prisoners here of our own device ‚ american horror story: hotel .#embodies.#okay okay okay i gotta properly write this verse up but!!#in very simple terms: terry dies. brenner is actually a relation of jane (terry's half-brother or a distant kind of sibling relationship.)#so when terry dies jane is sent to live w him. jane is around seven at the time.#brenner is a surgeon who dedicated his life trying to come up with vaccines for diseases such as cancer and polio.#he felt that animal testing didn't give him accurate results.#so as soon as he got custody of jane. she became the subject of his experiments.#he was once a well acclaimed doctor but over the years became obsessed with trying to find cures for these diseases and his methods became#very. very unethical. so he was eventually fired from his job etc etc did his own animal testing.#jane is submitted to a range of testing and grows very weak and frail because of it.#brenner believes he finally makes a breakthrough. but knows it could kill jane and doesn't want any evidence of her left in / near#his house. so he books a room at the hotel (where so much shady shit happens anyway) and conducts his experiment. she does die and#brenner flees the scene. and in doing so makes it look like jane had an overdose. he booked the room under her name too.#he was very prepared for her dying and made it all look really nice and neat. an easy case for any cops to solve.#a ratty. skinny little girl who probably had no chance in life. her oversized clothes / short hair / grubby face indicated homelessness.#so there's not a lot of investigation.#so! yeah. they are the basics <333#if u dont vibe with it though we can totally plot out something together if you like!#also jane doesnt remember much of her past life for the first thirty years or so of being in the hotel! the countless drugs used and#implemented into her body makes her head incredibly fuzzy.#especially because it's how she died. her brain just. stays in that fuzzy mindset for a long time.#but she does eventually begin to remember. it just takes a while!
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sleepvines · 2 years
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orcs orcs orcs
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syncrovoid-presents · 8 months
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Does anyone want to hear about the nightmare I had last night I promise you it is entertaining and has much Plot and Lore @:'))
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arcadiandeath · 6 months
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it feels like i am reliving it everyday
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ghostlyfoliage · 2 years
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I'm so proud that these are both seed grown and now living in 3.5in pots. You've done so well, my friends.
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alltimefail-sims · 11 months
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Everyone creating banger OC pages makes me want to create character pages for my Strangerville OCs... thinking thoughts
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