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probablyday · 9 months
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millennial nerd woosterposting part 2 act 1 act 1
previous woosterposting: millennial nerd bertie wooster for some reason
i took 8d6 damage writing this and now i deal 8d6 psychic damage to you
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Selections from J33V3S 1S TH1S YOU, which does not and should not exist oh god it hurts just to type it
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fibrospoons · 8 months
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Spoonies & new symptoms
Is it a new symptom of an illness I already have, or a different new illness?
Is a side effect of a new treatment? If so, which one?
*vaguely searches Internet*
Internet: "Call 911 now! Go to A&E!!!"
Me: I will choose to ignore it until it becomes a problem.
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trilobitepunch · 17 days
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...and then I took a hard left and got caught up in trying to design a Cybertronian disguise for Donnie oops
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All his favorite Decepticons Cybertronians people have claws. He may also have been hanging out extensively with T!A Shockwave and T!P Soundwave. Just a bit. Team Purple, yo.
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Also he hasn't experienced the Kraang yet so claws and reverse leggies are still totally cool.
I was waffling with what to make his alt form and then decided I'd borrow off the gunships he designed in the movie. Other parts like his head and shoulder vents are from his uranium bot from the "Down with the Sickness" ep.
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thegoodmorningman · 10 months
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You can tell the Planet isn't dying because if it was, everyone would be freaking out and taking all kinds of emergency measures to save it. No one's really doing that. So it must be fine. Good Morning.
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gay-otlc · 4 months
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I am a boy who is so very sleepy
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I need you to understand that if I make an OC and ship it with a canon character, I'm not into said character. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I did, and I played a fool's game and got too attached, so now they're living in my brain and I can't even make them pay rent.
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beanieman · 7 months
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I'm not sure if it's more concerning if I'm smelling burning plastic or if I'm imagining smelling burning plastic.
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lokibrainrot · 2 months
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Me too dude me too
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k1ngravensblog · 6 months
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is your brain like a washing machine and cycles through the same four hyperfixation or are you normal?
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robustcornhusk · 8 months
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my sibling has run for a position on their local HOA
will they change the system from the inside? are they just a busy-body?
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halibellecter · 7 months
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really just need someone to pick my oc up by the back of her (what do they wear under that armor anyway, I'm going to say blacks like clone troopers for now) and make her, as in physically make her, get some rest. no you can't sleep in the on call bunk, we both know you'll get back up in twenty minutes when the sterilizer finishes cycling. you're going to your quarters and you're getting tucked in. next time do it yourself and we won't have to have this conversation. no I'm not putting you down.
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unpretty · 1 year
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Doing a reread of Astielle, and had a sudden jolt when I read
"He appreciated that her ceilings were high enough to accommodate his horns"
The house that Elias built. After killing Karzarul. Is built large enough to comfortably accommodate an Impyr.
The house that Elias had built while he was in the process of traveling the world and finding lost dreams others had of Karzarul was built to be able to let Karzarul exist within it.
It's a single line from early on, and I don't know how much plot you had mapped out by then, and even in-universe this fact might just be a coincidence, but I can't help but mull it over repeatedly in my mind.
Elias killed Karzarul. Then built a retirement house where an Impyr could walk around freely, bells ringing gently and head held high. And then he went and hunted for dreams.
Every fact about Elias that I learn gives me that same stab in the heart I get over every historical figure who was obviously deeply closeted and tormented as hell about it.
just a regular devout old man, doing regular devout old man things, like building a very large house full of secret rooms and hidden vaults even though he's both alone and actively hostile toward other people
as one does
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Story or game where Nyarlathotep shows up as an "ally", because in its own words, "the closest human emotion analogue to what I feel about [whatever the bad guy is doing] is 'personal annoyance'". This teamup probably hasn't set events in motion which will doom humanity several millennia down the line. Probably. It'll totally be fine, as far as you know.
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ralfmaximus · 7 months
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Scientists approach a science fiction cliche, trying to figure out how best to release its deadly alien parasites onto a helpless earth population.
Nah, just kidding.
Probably.
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Since TLG will come to an end soon, I think it's time to introduce ya'll to the protagonists of the next brainrot piece of mine.
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From left to right, you got Victor Frankenstein, Lucy Westenra, and finally Henry Jekyll Jr. (or Henry^3). They are the main trio of the modern reimagining mashup I've been working on and their stories will be followed throughout the entire series.
Unlike The Losing Game, this property will probably not be written out as a fic. Instead I'd rather do comics of them. I'm a full believer in never starting with a dream project though, so while you'll get a lot of sketches, small comics, and even animations of these guys, you won't see anything official until way later.
I'll have more info later on, after I get back into posting (which admittedly has become quite nerve-wracking for me as I spend more time away), but please enjoy!
Also, to make things easier for myself, Henry^3, though he's a very different character, will just be tagged as Henry Clerval. He shares the most similarity with Clerval, so I think this works lol.
bare outlines (i'm trying to get better at these) under the cut
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corvuscrowned · 1 year
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WIDE OPEN SPACES | M | 13K
happy birthday to the incredibly lovely @cavendishbutterfly!! @sorrybutblog and i combined all of our brain cells to create the smallest token of our big, big love for you. wishing you the most lovely of birthdays, you deserve the very very best. and big thanks to @oknowkiss for the speedy beta and vegas expertise!
summary:
In which Draco has a car, Harry needs a ride, and nothing about the ensuing road trip is normal, but when has that ever stopped either of them?
tags:
Road Trips, There Was Only One Bed (Twice), Casinos, Gambling, Travel, Diners, Coffee Shops, Trans Harry Potter, Trans Ron Weasley, Nonbinary Blaise Zabini, Background Blaise/Ron, Pining, Banter, Sexual Tension, harry subsists exclusively off of sugar for days on end, draco has road rage and harry finds it confusingly hot, excessive descriptions of sunsets, the sun is basically another character in this fic
excerpt:
“You can put the map away,” Malfoy says.
“You know where you’re going?” Harry asks.
“I know where I’m going,” Malfoy says. He taps his thumb against the wheel.
“Did you know the way here from Flagstaff?”
“Of course.” Malfoy glances over at Harry, like he’s checking to make sure Harry’s all right in the head. “Everyone who lives in Flagstaff knows how to get to the South Rim.”
“Why did you let me mess around with the map for a full hour?” Harry presses.
“It seemed like you wanted to be useful,” Malfoy says. He watches Harry attempt and fail to fold the map into its original shape before shoving it crumpled into the glove compartment.
“Have you really been in Flagstaff that long, anyway? Feels like it’s been five minutes since you left the UK,” Harry says.
“It’s been closer to five years, actually,” Malfoy says. “I’ve lived in Flag going on two.”
“Flag?” Harry repeats incredulously. “You’re calling it Flag now?”
“Potter, shut up and look out the window,” Malfoy says.
Harry is ready to argue before he catches the slant of purple cutting across Malfoy’s face, softening his sharp features, casting him in a thin, glowing light. They’ve reached the first overlook.
read more on ao3!
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