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roaringheat · 8 months
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A mini round up of my fave Arthur sketches 🐎
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ghostsharkk · 2 years
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he’s definitely a guy
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acchuli · 5 months
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my favorite bishounen
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lav3nder-bees · 1 year
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So I started playing a new game...
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gunstellations · 11 months
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theyre looking at pictures of sumo
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melindagordon · 3 months
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fic rec
hey i haven't been on tumblr in ages so this probably won't get any attention buuuuuut
after over a decade my new hyperfocus is now the hunger games (yes i'm late, i'm an aquarius) and i haven't been able to finish the last book bc of fanfic
which brings me to ask for recs!!
i'm on page 80 on ao3 but if anyone has any everlark fic rec especifically for:
katniss being actually preggers in the quarter quell
post-mockingjay/pre-epilogue
i'd be forever thankful!! :)
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josh & shikis
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catgirlsp0ck · 13 days
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still playing persona 3 for the first time (im playing reload). im on nov 9 and i wanna make some predictions !! so under the cut is me speculating on some shit thats going on so far :D i don't expect to be right about it all but i just wanna be able to come back to this post and see if i was right about some of it or if i was totally wrong lol (also, this has spoilers for some major stuff leading up to november !!)
ok, so im on nov 9 and just met a new character named ryoji. now, ryoji looks suspiciously like pharos (the little boy who we met during the dark hour before each boss basically).
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like, they have the same mole, eyes, eyebrows and same VA. i think its kinda obvious that they're the same person, especially when ryoji is saying shit like this:
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but that isn't what i wanted to make this post about. im thinking that because pharos' social link was the death tarot, maybe him becoming ryoji is what ikutski was trying to do. idk how to explain it that well but hear me out lol. i think that ryoji is what's going to bring about "the fall." i think that defeating the 12 shadows (and maybe also the "sacrifice" of ikutski and mitsuru's father) is what transformed pharos into ryoji. everytime we see pharos, hes wearing an outfit that looks like something a prisoner would wear. maybe the existence of the 12 shadows was making it so he couldn't use his full powers or some shit, akin to being imprisoned and them being defeated unleashed him. the last time we see him, he says he remembers what he has to do and that he has a duty to fulfill. not chained back by the shadows anymore, he was able to become ryoji and possibly try to bring about the fall? im not sure if im getting this right lol but thats what im thinking. and i think that while she might not fully remember it, aigis might have some kind of knowledge about this bc of how she reacts to ryoji when he first joins the class:
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she knows something about him but i don't think she fully remembers what it is. an interesting thing i saw in the dictionary tab is this:
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"it's birth was already intended to happen once, ten years ago." aigis was made 10 years ago and also maybe im reaching for this but pharos looks to be around 10 years old or so when we meet him. he is the death tarot, and this dictionary thing is under the term "death." aigis being made around that time could be why she thinks that ryoji is dangerous, maybe she sees the resemblance between pharos and ryoji? idk if im right or if im grasping at straws but i just had to rant about what im thinking so far !! im really excited to see where this all leads. (pls if anyone actually is reading this shitty post, no spoilers 🙏🙏)
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skepsys · 2 years
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i kinda recently started playing cp2077 for the first time & im taking my V very seriously thankyou
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lesbianshadowheart · 5 months
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im crowsourcing major game decisions again. so how abt that ending:)) Who did you make go squidward mode
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localghostgorl · 6 months
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The Vallakovich family. Vargas, Lydia and Viktor as invisioned by me.
I do commissions!  
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dromaeodisco · 2 years
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for the love of god please play this game
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split-pea-shoot · 26 days
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I like apollo but alphinauds voice comes out of him and makes me laugh
like its the 16 year old with a failed paramilitary force! And the god of the sun!
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stromboli-muncher · 3 months
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ultrakilling my balls rn because they itcj so bad and also trying ultrakill YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
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salon-maiden-anabel · 4 months
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mean to me, im twice over odds w/ shiny charm for max lair shiny Latias at this point :sob:
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quietwingsinthesky · 6 months
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what if barry wheeler-centric fanfic. what then.
Someone had to pick up the pieces.
And that was what he did, right? The real job every agent knew they were signing up for was janitorial.
Alan was gone. It didn’t feel real to Barry, and maybe that was why he was the one in Alice’s kitchen making her dinner when she couldn’t even get out of bed. Alan was gone, but Barry walked by his office and expected to hear him groaning at his desk about a sentence he liked too much and knew he has to cut. Alan was gone, and he even took his last manuscript with him.
Real selfish, Al, Barry thought, don’t you know I’ve gotta eat, too? He knocked on the door that led to what was Alan and Alice’s bedroom. He waited. She didn’t say anything, but the light escaping under the crack of the bedroom door was on, always on. (Not like Barry didn’t keep every light in his home running as well. Alan was still paying for their electricity bills.) He left her plate by the door, like maybe the smell of it would coax her out.
Barry had never liked her. Alice had never liked him much back. They both loved Alan too much, and they had both walked away alive because he hadn’t.
He figured out a new course for himself: the Old Gods of Asgard, who partied like they were half their age and drank like death couldn’t touch them. Repping them was a dream come true. Even when they finally faltered, one last tour while Barry set up funds for a retirement home. He should have made sure the construction was going as planned in person.
He couldn’t. Bright Falls swallowed his best friend whole, and he was supposed to believe it wasn’t hungry for seconds? Not a chance. But that old crazy pair headed back into the maw of the town like they were used to holding it wide open with swords. (He’d been rereading Alan’s books too much. His metaphors took root in Barry’s head. He still has Alan’s voice on talkshows and radio interviews, but his books sounded more like him than anything. With a plummet in Barry’s stomach, he wondered if Alan really did belong on the page, in a story, all along.)
The movies took most of the narration word-for-word. Barry had to fight for that, had to call in more favors than he really had to spare.
What else was he supposed to do, sit on the rights to Alex Casey and let him rot away in those books? Let him die in there?
Alan would have loved hearing the words he wrote on the screen. He would have hated that Barry made them change the ending, even if only a little bit, just the suggestion that his title character didn’t bleed out in a back alley, that maybe the light he saw before his eyes shut for the final time wasn’t hellfire or heaven’s gates, but a friendly flashlight and a person looking to help.
They had cut-outs of Alan at the premiere next to ones of the stars. Barry had thought it was funny when he’d ordered them.
He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he’d seen Alan’s face like that, so clear and close. The years were passing, and Barry felt every single one. Suddenly, the plan to smuggle one into the back of his car and drive it home seemed a lot less funny with no one else there to laugh about it.
He couldn’t bring himself to go back to Bright Falls, but some nights, Night Springs was on the air. Some nights, Alan’s words came to find him rather than the other way around.
And Barry thought, maybe this time, as the signal on his janky TV fuzzed out and Alan’s old dialogue faded — maybe this time Barry would shut his eyes and when he opened them again, there would be a page on the floor, telling him what he was supposed to do next, telling him he wasn’t holding onto that last sliver of hope in vain.
Come on, Al. How hard was one page for a novelist?
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