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#it’s just boys with knifes
just-more-pr0mts · 8 months
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Danny has a knife that if u slash the air it opens a portal to the ghost zone.
But in his exhausted state, he slashes the knife in the air while babbling on about how he wishes there were easier ways to deal with his rouges. Accidentally causing his magical knife to slashes open a portal to a different dimension.
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The justice league were at a loss... there was a small floating kid who fell through a portal on their main table, who was currently screaming something about furries?
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Danny: .....
JL: .......
Danny: is that....a furrie?
JL: .....
Danny: ....Sam was right
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reineydraws · 1 year
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so there's this post that talks about how people call jason's curved knife a kris but it's not a kris 'cuz why would he have a southeast asian knife? and op's tags say if you're gonna give him an 'exotic' weapon at least make him malay or something. a later reblog adds a filipino kris as an example, and then i was like, 'omg, jason in a barong tho.' SO i tried designing a bat-barong inspired by his hood logo, for a filipino jason haha. and now here we are! 😊✨️🇵🇭
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some-mari-thoughts · 2 months
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Listen Here, White Boy
Send help i got motivation to pick up Toonio again despite Toonator dying
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corktreedemos · 1 year
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mania haters are so bizarre to me like. you were too good to be true, gold plated. i am a collapsing star with tunnel vision but only for you. realised i can’t not be with you or be just your friend i love you to death but i just can’t pretend we were lovers first confidants but never friends, were we ever friends? i became such a strange shape from trying to fit in. the things you do in the name of what you love. i got dreams of my own but i want to make yours come true. i’m just young enough to still believe but young enough not to know what to believe in. you say please don’t ever change but you don’t like me the way i am. there are no atheists in foxholes. we’ve gone way too fast for way too long and we were never supposed to make it half this far. i got a feeling inside that i can’t domesticate, it doesn’t want to live in a cage, a feeling that i can’t housebreak. i’m yours until the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away i’m struggling to exist with you and without you. THESE ARE THE LAST BLUES WE’RE EVER GONNA HAVE LET’S SEE HOW DEEP WE GET! ARE YOU HEARING THEM!!!!!!
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patrickztump · 9 months
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these are the last blues we’re ever gonna have, let’s see how deep we get…
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just1gnome · 11 months
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local teen imprints on test-tube baby
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i had very strong gl!slime thoughts and i literally could not figure out a different way to expel them
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flufallo · 15 days
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Me at the begining of Jenny and Maxine's date: they make such a cute couple 😇
Me at the end: okay nvm
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koszmarnybudyn · 5 months
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So that was something...
Oh also more cover art esque version:
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c---crow · 5 months
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bunny hunter
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crayonturtle · 9 days
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hatredmadeofgold · 9 months
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Samuraiden as knife cats for @e6as95 that I quickly made in CSP
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flamemons · 1 year
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Izumi is not het-passing
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weadapt · 1 year
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The conversation with Cal and Greez in the saloon where Greez is complaining about the state of his couch in the Mantis and saying he’s so annoyed he’s gonna replace it and then Cal telling him the couch is damaged because his teammate who died used to jump on it each time before a mission to psych herself up and that now every time he sits on the impression she caused on the couch it reminds him of her and Greez just not knowing what to say to Cal but lets him know he isn’t going to replace the couch cushions anymore because of what it means to Cal and I just—
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ferronickel · 2 months
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Sadboytax for Ky-Ra of The Bird's Nest Titan. I had a hard time figuring out how our titanic bird friend would have a good time, but I bet it would like finding A Shiny.
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chemdisaster · 4 months
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wrote this on a plane while drinking to the new year and my birthday, so literally partly in 2023 and partly in 2024. belongs to my brand new modern au where the bad boys are childhood friends.
warning: because i'm me, it ends the way it does in limited life. as a result, much pain and suffering and jimmy is dead in this one
Joel gets in trouble with the law again, and again, and again. Minor offences at first, drinking in public and one instance of attempting to shoplift a cheap pack of gum that makes Grian about implode upon himself with incredulity—Joel has money, what in the world!—before he recognises it as Jimmy's favourite flavour.
They deal with that, too. He dutifully bails his friend out every time and does his best not to ask too many questions. The situation is far from ideal, but on some level he understands—everyone deals with grief in their own way. With luck, this should pass.
Then, Joel pulls a knife on Scott and has to pay a ridiculous amount of money to keep him from pressing charges.
That's when Grian loses it.
"What the fuck, Joel," he rants in the car on their way back from the police station. "What the actual fuck were you thinking."
From his far-too-relaxed position in the passenger seat, Joel snorts.
"He deserved it."
Grian sputters.
"He deserv—what, no, Joel, this is serious. You can't just go around pulling knives on people, that's not—what the hell is wrong with you?!" he bursts out, and surprises himself with the vehemence behind his exclamation.
And then Joel does something incredibly, infuriatingly Joel.
He rolls his eyes and asks, "Why do you care?"
In that moment, Grian wants nothing more than to punch him.
Steeling himself, he schools his expression into one of indifference. Two can play this game.
"I don't."
"Sure you don't."
"No, I'm being serious, Joel. By all means, continue self-destructing—but I'm not sticking around to watch. So far you've crossed every line humanly possible, and I just—"
His resolve breaks. For a moment, he takes his eyes off the road to stare earnestly at Joel, who looks away the moment he meets his gaze.
"The way you're heading, I'm about to become a singular Bad Boy," Grian confesses to the back of Joel's head. "And I don't want to see that happen. I've lost Jimmy, I don't want to lose you, too."
A pause.
Eventually, Joel forces out through gritted teeth, "Stop the car."
"What?"
"Stop the car. Stop the fucking car right now."
Grian slams on the brakes, and the car's barely had time to skid to a halt before Joel is wrenching the door open and setting off, walking briskly along the edge of the road.
Scrambling to get out of his own seat, Grian follows.
"Wait, no," he calls out. "Joel, what are you doing?"
"Leaving," Joel spits, barely turning around, his words carrying across the wind. "You're sick of having to deal with me? Congratulations, today's your lucky day. You'll never have to see my face ever again."
"No, Joel, that's not what I meant—"
"Oh yeah?" Joel swivels around. "Well, then I pray you, tell me what you really meant. Go on, Grian. Tell me why I shouldn't have killed Scott right there on the spot."
Advancing, he pushes at Grian's chest.
"Tell me, Grian," he repeats, and his voice gains a note of something resembling hysteria. "Tell me what's oh-so-wrong with me. Tell me why I'm the one who's wrong and everything isn't fucked, tell me, Grian—"
Grian gently catches Joel's wrists before his knuckles can come into contact with his face. Carefully, he says, "Scott didn't kill Jimmy. Jimmy's death was—"
"An accident, I know," Joel snaps. "It's always the accidents with him, isn't it? Missing steps, tripping over his own feet, falling off fucking bridges—"
Unable to do much more, Grian nods. Because Joel is right. It is always the accidents—it was, and they always joked about Jimmy being cursed, but now that he's gone, Grian can't help but wonder if the curse was really on them all along.
Feeling the tension slowly seep away from Joel's wrists, Grian loosens his grip and brings their hands down, interlocking their fingers. Joel lets him, and a temporary calm settles over the shore, but Grian knows him too well to believe that this means that the storm is over.
Sure enough, a moment later, Joel laughs, quietly and without any humour.
"You're full of shit, Grian."
Grian blinks, taken aback, and says nothing.
Joel continues, "You're actually, genuinely full of shit. Jimmy's gone, and you're expecting me to, what, not be at all messed up?"
Grian still doesn't answer. He doesn't know what to say, what he could possibly say to prove to his friend that he does care, he does, cares so much that it feels like he's going to rip apart from the inside if he lets himself dwell on it for any longer than he already is—every minute of every waking day.
Joel gives him a long, searching look, and whatever he finds makes his tone turn downright venomous when he carries on, "Oh, but it's easy for you, isn't it? You haven't cried or—or anything, you don't fucking—you don't give a shit, do you?"
He rips his hands away, stumbles backwards.
"Ever the reasonable one, always telling me to calm down, right? WELL I CAN'T CALM DOWN, MY FRIEND IS FUCKING DEAD!"
Grian levels a look at Joel, meets his enraged, devastated expression head-on.
"Joel, I'm just saying, this isn't the way to grieve. This is—you're destroying yourself, Timmy wouldn't have wanted you to—"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Silence.
The rapidly descending dark obscures Joel's face, but his sobs ring out loudly in the night.
"Oh, Joel."
With only a moment's hesitation, Grian steps forward and brings his arms around his friend, who instantly goes pliant in his hold. "I hate you, Grian," he cries into his neck, and his shoulders jump. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—"
Grian sighs, "I know."
I hate myself, too, he doesn't say. Joel weeps with sobs that sound more like wails, and Grian does his best to swallow down the ugly and inhuman thing that rears its head at the base of his throat. He knows that, come tomorrow, none of this will matter, and the only thing that will still hold meaning will be the large gaping hole at their side.
With everything he's been telling Joel, maybe he really is nothing but a huge goddamn hypocrite, after all. Whoever said that it gets better is a fucking liar.
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sea-buns · 6 months
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Holy fuck, man. What a trip Fearne has been on, huh?
You tell her how grateful you are to have her in your life, you flatter her, you tell her you need her, that you have to do this together. You have her make a promise that has this woman, born of chaos and fey, agreeing through shaking hands and a trembling voice.
You make her deceive your friends; you make her follow where they cannot know; you make her help you into this contraption; you make her feed this thing into you despite the fact that you both have been warned extensively of the risks. You make her watch you crumble and splinter and shatter and fracture and burst and implode. You make her watch you die, over and over and over and over, for a minute in agonizing bullet time.
You make her do all these things, because when she tries to back out, when she tries to not be the one who let you do this—how could you do this—
you tell her, "YOU PROMISED."
Because if there's one thing you know, it's that the fey do not break a promise.
#cant wait for her to fucking pissed for a very long time. shes really packing the entire human experience in a very short period of time.#critical role#cr spoilers#c3e77#fearne calloway#ashton greymoore#bells hells#just gonna get ahead of the um actually mfs and state that i am aware that its not confirmed that thats why ash brought up the promise#but boy howdy would it make for some great drama down the line huh?#edit: apparently i did not get ahead enough cuz ive had to turn off replies#since ppl were somehow interpreting this mini introspection piece as me infantilizing fearne??#anyway the first line is now changed to something a bit more neutral. after sleeping on it i do see how it was a bit aggressive at the top#other than that im not sure how else to reword without completely disregarding the core of the post#i might make more posts addressing this but im not sure yet. i wanna try to approach it in the best way possible.#but if it helps any the point of the post was not to say fearne had no agency. she had plenty of moments where she tilted one way or the#other. the POINT was to just shine some light on the emotional pressure she had been put under.#hasnt your friend ever asked you to keep a secret or promise that felt wrong or unsafe or made you anxious?#it has nothing to do with the amount of agency she had. ash wasnt holding a knife to her throat and forcing her to follow against her will#all i was trying to do was take this detail about his reminder of the promise that i thought was interesting and have some fun writing an#overview of the kinda stress she was under BEFORE theyd reached that scene. this entire ep was everyone discussing how grateful they were#for this family theyd made. and while im not saying ash was PURPOSELY emotionally manipulating fearne..#there is a level of unintentional manipulation when you pair the severity of his request with the convo theyd had 2 seconds prior#as well as the desperate need they all have to save each other NO MATTER WHAT.#ash was giving incredibly strong energy of a friend who peer pressures you into helping them do something that you know in your gut WILL#cause problems. hes a fucked up guy. theyre all fucked up guys. even if he didnt mean to “force” her into anything the pressure was THERE.#<- i feel like all of this overall gets my message across. i think maybe ill clean it up later into its own post.#im gonna try not to rush myself to get it done tho.#im under no obligation to explain myself. especially when ppl approach the misunderstanding by being rude af. but i do think it CAN#be clarified so id at least like to try to some degree
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