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reptiliannastyboy · 7 months
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daeyumi · 5 months
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au Ganondorf 🪷
ngl i am Very proud of his design
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2aceofspades · 4 months
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(rewording my thing cause I think it came out bad, you can delete the last one, I apologize). *gives Raph Christmas stickers and hot cocoa cause he’s earned it after all lol
RAAAH-
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I forgot the hot cocoa wah oof-
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invisible-brandy · 4 months
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rewatched phil's video this morning again and the first story got me thinking again about how teenage me was convinced that everyone in the lgbtq community believed that dating people who are still (partially or not) closeted was a bad thing and if you're closeted you will need to out yourself for the relationship. which filled me with insane amounts of dread at times, obviously.
and now phil's coming out in college mention? idk i love them both so much. i love that phil did that for him. they are both so devoted to each other ("that's the plan") and are ready to give into each other and support each other ugh no that's it im getting genuinely emotional over them
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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months
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A minute under the blue 🐟🦈
This is a full minute of sharks, manta rays, a sunfish and loads of cute silvery fishies to bless your dash. Take a break here. Breath in. We will be okay 💙🌊
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derit-s · 1 year
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Dear God is there a piece of media where Milo Manheim gets the girl and does not have spray painted green hair......... Is that too much to ask
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wistfulwatcher · 1 year
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YELLOWJACKETS | 2.06 “Qui”
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llumimoon · 9 months
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quick doodle of regular <3
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bleue-flora · 1 month
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Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).
So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.
Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.
There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.
Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.
Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?
As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.
He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”
Tommy’s unmoving body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.
Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.
He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.
Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.
Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.
They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.
They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.
It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.
On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.
Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.
Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?
But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.
Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.
A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.
Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?
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the-three-whumpeteers · 10 months
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The whumper used to be the caretaker’s best friend, and they had been extremely close- so the caretaker was horrified when they found the whumpee, beaten and bruised in the whumper’s home. At first the caretaker didn’t want to believe it, but the whumper begged for them to understand why they enjoyed hurting the whumpee so much. The argument ended when the caretaker forcibly took the whumpee with them, knowing that the whumper would eventually try to come begging for forgiveness, but they didn’t care, they needed to take care of the person their old friend had hurt so much.
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zankydraws · 6 months
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my toxic trait is that when someone says something nice to me online, I often get anxious so I try to take some time before I respond (especially on tumblr for some reason). and since time isn't real to me, it may take me days of mental preparing (a few days feel like nothing to me, but it's definitely something to other people kfjdh) and I very often forget to actualy respond
and then I feel too stupid about saying stuff because days have passed already
so please please remember that I see every comment and tag and I appreciate all of them! you people are absolutely awesome and I luv you all <3
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canarydraws · 1 year
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Darkness Falls
Recently Lucéena got a bit of a rejuvenation in the form of dying. Yea I know how that sounds, let me explain. Looong story under the cut
After some adventures, the party had been given a week’s worth of free time to do a bit of shopping and get some much needed rest. So we all split up. We all had errands we wanted to run, including Lucéena. At first she’d gone shopping you know, nothing exciting. But then she decided to go back to the Shadowfell portal we’d discovered earlier in the campaign, and after a bit more deliberation, she decided to jump through alone. Not the smartest move on her end lmao.
Quick little recap, the last time the party had been in the Shadowfell was when we’d been hired to steal two magical simulacrum (that weirdly looked like our warlock of the party) from the Queen of Shadows, accidentally drove her insane in the process, and left with guards on our tails. We’d also learned the realm was suffering from a curse that was turning it’s inhabitants into stone and Lucéena had also met her biological dad in the castle. While her feelings on him are… mixed at best she was still concerned enough about his well being that she wanted to check in on him. Time doesn’t run at the same rate between realms. Every hour in the Shadowfell is roughly 4 in the material plane and the party kind of had their hands full with other things. We haven’t had the chance to return since we made that huge mess and time in the Shadowfell was juuuust starting to reach a point where Lucéena was concerned with what was happening. She though this bit of down time would be the perfect opportunity to go in, send a messenger to him and leave without going to the most dangerous parts of the Shadowfell or endangering/inconveniencing her friends.
Unfortunately… she hadn’t predicted the Shadowfell queen to be waiting on the other end with warriors by her side. After a brief exchange of words combat started and it became painfully obvious Lucéena was outnumbered and outclassed. She was chased up the tower this side of the portal was housed within and after fucking up her attempt to hide, the queen found her and used command to make her fall out of the highest window, straight to her death.
Cutting back to the material plane, the others had realized Lucéena was missing and after sending spells not going through and asking for guidance from a powerful wizard friend, they eventual did figure out where she’d gone.
Once through the portal they saw signs of a struggle but no one was around. They eventually climbed all the way up the tower and then looked out the same window Lucéena had fallen out of and saw her laying there, dead. They quickly ran to her, but by now it was long past due for a typical revivification to work. And then just as they were beginning to discuss next steps, the queen showed up and she started puppetting her body into fighting them D:
While this was happening the dm and I had an aside and to help the part out we’d agreed that I’d come back as my last campaign’s character: my stupid beloved cleric/ranger, Zachriel. I’m not sure how helpful it was, but it was fun interacting with everyone as the dumb guy they got to play with before! After the queen was defeated I even had the weird opportunity to try and resurrect my own character with raise dead! Only it didn’t work.
There was a presence blocking the magic. One that was celestial in nature. That was all Zachriel was able to tell about it and Eclipse, our main cleric, was all out of spells. At this point, our warlock Fenix pulled himself aside, and reached out to his patron. He ask them to heal her, to “put her back” and he would pay any price. His patron heard him. Upon that request, Fenix cast true resurrection on Lucéena and disappeared in a flash of white-hot light…
…and Lucéena opens her eyes. Both of them. As part of true resurrection, the target of the spell receives outstanding rejuvenation. Any missing limbs/organs are restored and any disease present at the time of their death is cured. So upon the spell being cast Lucéena’s scarring was healed and her damaged eye was replaced with an orange-pupiled one, just like Fenix’s.
Fenix’s spell not only brought back Lucéena. All of the people that had been turned to stone were bright back as well! We could hear people down the halls, confused, wanting to know what was going on. And for the first ever time in the Shadowfell we could hear a full city of people outside.
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manofthepipis · 1 year
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One thing that I’ve been thinking about is a possible route(?) this story could go, and that is Spamton’s trip to the Ambyu-Lances’s office. And boy do I feel bad for the Addisons because it’s gonna be hell on earth for all of em. Spamton has the mentality of a feral cat and this feral cat is going to the vet in the first time in forever. I don’t think Spamton is a big fan of large syringes, and when you have one of those chasing you down because well, look at him. He’s a walking talking corrupted program. If masters his glitches like Survey says, I can totally see him glitching through the doctors to make his grand escape™️. I feel like all the Addisons are gonna have to be here for both moral support, as well as making sure that he doesn’t attack his doctor. (Maybe they’ll sedate him a little? I know that’s what some hospitals do with rowdy-er patients LMAO, but then the Addisons have a whole new problem on their hands because now Spamton is high as a mf kite or something 😭) the last time I was under anesthesia my doctor said I wouldn’t stop laughing until I burst out into uncontrollable sobs and then I immediately blacked out💀
god a trip to the doctors office would be hell in a handbasket for this guy ;v; because he 100% has the energy of a feral cat finally being checked out
though i think once he gets closer to the addisons he'd agree to go, just to see if he can be set back to normal (spoiler alert: he can't cuz fate has handed his ass the bad luck card from square one) but he immediately regrets it and the addisons have to calm him down
them sedating him would probably be the best course of action as to actually get ANY results (because he will bite and attack on instinct hfjkkdjfkks)
though i feel if i were to write an ambyu-lance scene in the future this is how id imagine it would go:
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dingle-dee · 4 months
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size differences...
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with Tiff being 4 foot 4 and Granite a staggering 12 foot 7 sometimes some things don't come across great like objects
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8 foot counter tops are a bit-
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kakashi: gai is perfect he can literally do no wrong—
gai: i’m opening all the gates
kakashi: no wrong except for that do NOT—
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juliusthedressmaker · 2 months
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Hey Julius, in all seriousness, what was your relationship like with your daughter, Emma? I know it should be more like "what was your relationship like with your kids" but I always find myself thinking about Emma when I think of your family when you were alive. Did you ever make her dresses for her birthday? do you ever think about her?
(P.S. what hair color should I do for my extensions next?)
.... This is a topic I'm extremely uncomfortable with. I'm uncomfortable with babies and children, I have my reasons but don't even try to find out - I will get extremely angry and you will not like me when I'm angry, you know?
I would refuse to even address this if it wasn't for the fact that I only briefly saw her once, ever. Not even close up, but across the room and I was so drunk it was all spinning. See, I died merely days after her birth.
I do not like to talk about my children. Ever. When it comes to Octavian and Devlin, I refuse to acknowledge the truth. Octavian is my older brother now and Devlin is my twin, I less than kindly request you only refer to them as such and that you, and everyone else, view them as such. In fact, this is what the three of us all agree and demand how to be acknowledged by everyone as.
Please never ask me about my children again, the topic is incredibly bothersome and the mere mention of them brings back very terrible memories, which turn onto flashbacks. I am already beginning to have flashbacks so I will leave it there.
Now, I'm going to excuse myself to go drink myself into a stupor and put a mountain of cocaine up my nose, before I completely fall apart - well, I might regardless. Who knows. I'm having fun, don't I look like I'm having fun?!??
-jules. Or whatever. idfk I'm not quite my usual self after this.
OOC: I'm so sorry for what a dick head response this is but I keep Julius and Killian in character on their blogs and this would be what Julius would respond 💔 if you want to know why Julius feels this way, just send me an ask about it on @sanityshorror and I'll drop a big ass lore bomb I never have publicly about something that happened to Julius which led him to this mental space of not even wanting to be near children, and just the sight of young kids and babies often send him into a full blown panic attack and flash back.
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