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darlingrini · 1 year
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Wanted to draw Zecharias from @batter-issimping visual novel Let Me Remind You cause his design is really cool and I wanted to draw him finally ;w; <3
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hart-on-my-sleeve · 2 months
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Saturday Night Main Events 1 4 1986 - Jimmy Hart, Terry Funk, Junkyard Dog
The whole event is wonderful, and whoever's idea was to take the wrestlers to a water park - I hope you got a raise.
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velvethopewrites · 5 months
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how to tell you’re an absolute nobody on tumblr/spnblr - no one sends you any trick or treat asks
how to tell you’re an absolute nobody in real life — no one knocks on your door for candy*
*it’s fine, I didn’t really buy any candy anyway, shut up that’s not a bag under the sofa, pffbt
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hunny-bxscuit · 2 years
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FINALLY SOMEONE WHO DRAWS SUNNYDROP AS A FERAL MENACE OH MY GODS ILY ILYYY /P
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Hehe arsonist boy go brrr
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salt-and-bramble · 1 year
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♌the woods behind your house🦝professional squiggly wiggler illustrator🦌 '31/🦨🐾🦦/🐚 iNaturalist 💯
i sound hot for a nonagenarian ;)
pornbot bio ask meme
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simiansmoke · 11 months
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[GRIP] + reverse / for Mario !
Rough Touch Starters
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"Hellooooo?"
When he realized the punk was still zoned out, completely ignoring everything he'd already put down, DK growled, reaching out to firmly grip the other's jaw.
With a large enough hand, he takes the spill-over and smooshes fingers into Mario's cheeks as he tilts the idiot's face up. "...my eyes are up here, dude. I know the pecs are poppin' today, but I can't see through my nipples."
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kbandjelly · 7 months
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Getting furloughed the same month you have a lot of money in anime statues due is the cruelest of fates. Rip my life lol.
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I've seen a few people complain about the dragons in WoF not having cool fantasy names. Like... I don't know, Smargelcompf or whatever. I like WoF's naming system, though? Because fantasy names can be a pain to pronounce. And some dragons actually have pretty clever names! Or names that at least speak to an aspect of their character. Pyrite (I think meaning behind this one is obvious), Chameleon (this should also be obvious), Clay (clay can be morphed, just like Clay can morph his "destiny"), Morrowseer (his name is ironic and shows how the NightWings are frauds)... You get the point.
I don't think this is really that controversial, but yeah. Oh, and I don't have a problem with people who do like more unconventional names!! That'd be a silly thing to get heated about pffbt. Just wanted to share my thoughts.
One of the most popular WoF OCs on Wattpad for a whole 1-2 years was named Artemis, after a deity that dragons know nothing about
Qibli's name actually comes from something that doesn't exist in Phyrriah as well - a warm Meditteranean wind. The Meditteranean doesn't exist. If a canon character does it, I see no reason why people should be so upset over fanon.
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lonleydweller · 24 days
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If you could, could you write a little drabble or fic of a yandere nubbins chasing his darling who's trying to escape?
🥀Run, run, run piggy!🥀
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!warnings!: yandere trope, violence, murder, spoilers for tcm 1974, cannibalism mentioned, violence and injuries towards reader, sadism, failed escape attempt
Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes
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The hot dry air of the texas summer was suffocating as you ran. The sun's golden morning rays breaking over the vast fields of sunflowers. It would have been such a pretty sight. Oh how it could have been such a pretty sight to enjoy with your friends. Shame you'd never get that opportunity now. Your lungs burned, your head pounded, your cuts stung as you hobbled along. You weren't even that far away from the house yet, in fact, you were still close enough to where you could hear the sound of clamoring footsteps on the porch behind you.
You don't know why, but you turned your head a brief moment to see. Even when you knew who it was. You don't even haft to look for more than two seconds to recognize the lanky, greasy, feral thing of a man chasing you. Your body answers your plea of flight to the best of its ability. Pushing past the pain and hobbling just a bit faster. You can hear his voice crystal clear stammering behind you.
"H- hey! W- where do you think yer gettin t-to?"
He wasn't far behind. You can hear his footsteps quickly catching up to yours. You had learned early on, during your first few attemps of escape, that he was quick. Nimble too. Any crawl space you could squeeze yourself through, he could damn well weasel his way into too. A never ending game of hunter and prey.
You can hear his stiffled giggles and squeals of excitement even over the thunderous sound of footfall. You had pushed your luck hadn't you? So desperate for escape. So desperate to be free of the stench of rotting meat, decaying bodies, dirt, grime, blood, all of it. Foul. A home built on people's bones and skin. Never able to return to their own. Nothing more than pigs lead to slaughter.
It didn't help that they even tasted like pork too. The taste had flooded your mouth when he forced you to eat the disgusting meals his brother had prepared. Shoving the vile concoctions down your throat. One night head cheese. The next chili. The next steak. Not a single bit of animal meat present. God. Why couldn't they have just killed you too. Why couldn't you have just been turned into a stew like the rest.
Instead you have to suffer a monsters sick delusion of what he thought love was. It wasn't of course, it never would be. It was torture. Of wich you were quickly reminded of as his blade made contact with your back. Tearing through your shirt and at your skin with ease. You cry out in pain, the only sound you could muster anymore. He had gained on you so quickly, and you were only growing slower.
One, two, three, more painful cuts land on your back as he makes animalistic noises of excitement. His hands feverishly grabbing at your shirt, desperate to snacth you up once more. You're barely able to put up a fight as you desperately try to pull and writhe away with what little strength you have left.
"I gotchu! I gotchu, I gotchu, I...gocthu!"
Pure glee taints his voice. He knows he's won. You do too. Even then you still flail and struggle as he wrangles you to the ground, up until you can taste the dirt road beneath you as your face is smushed against the ground. You can can feel him shift above you, quickly followed by a sweeping pain in your legs. A familiar burning feeling as he relentlessly slashes at them. It feels like forever before he finally stops with a shakey laugh.
"T- there! You can't g- get nowhere if your legs don't work c-can ya?"
You can hear him taunt. 'Pffbt! Pffbt!', the sound of him blowing raspberries like an obnoxious child only adds insult to your many, many, injuries. It was a game to him. It all was. One he won everytime. No matter how hard you tried. You can feel his arms slink around you as he hauls you to your feet. Well partially anyways, you're more at a slouch as he starts to drag you back towards the farmhouse.
You don't bother to struggle anymore. You simply can't. You can't even walk now with the condition you're in. Still he held the cold steel of his hunting knife against your neck, just to make sure. In just a couple minutes you'd be trapped inside the house again. In worse condition than before. You hadn't even gotten that far away from the house. Even if you did, where would you go? There was nothing for miles. No help for miles. No hope for miles.
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security4314 · 7 months
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i forgot i still had this on ibis PFFBT. its a part of a goofy rp with some friends, and i drew it cuz why not
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azuremliam · 2 months
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Jam packed little facts about Liam (their times as a human that is)! My hand writing can be pretty hard to read- so I'll have text format underneath the readmore :)
(Going from top left to right)
Human Liam Trivia
They/Them
5'2" "Hehehe!" [10 Year Old Trouble Maker] "Ah, great. Gotta deal with another growing in."
Liam's teeth regrow whenever they're knocked out. Abegail had to explain to Finn, that no, he doesn't have the same ability, humans don't usually work that way. It's just a weird Liam thing #1.
Both Finn and Jake have a necklace made of the fangs that have gotten knocked out. Liam likes gnawing on things when a new tooth is growing in.
"Careful now." "Chirp." [20 Years Old (Jake Hatches)] "Congrats Lil Bro!" "Hehe!" [25 Years Old (Jake Pupates)] "This is an actual human baby!?" "Pffbt" "Yes- now be careful with him." [30 Years Old (Vera and Gemma find Baby Finn)] [35 Years Old (Start of Journey & Meets Scarab)] *Infodumping about the Hive Cities "Ah, I see. That sounds efficent." "It is!" [36 - 37 Years] "I missed you too Scarab." *Trills [38 - 39 Years] "Make sure not to give our moms too much trouble." "K…" "Mkay…"
Liam used to dye their hair with plants that used to grow near their old hive. The dye sticks in the roots for ages and makes the hair smell like a plant. Most humans living outside bunkers or the Islands tend to dye their hair for camouflage.
Liam just did it because they wanted to look like their moms colors. Liam doesn't dye their hair anymore during their journey because their new Hive doesn't have any of the plants near it. They also just got tired of dyeing it.
"EEWWW"
Liam really loves the taste of Aphids. (They weren't affected by the mutations like the other insects, they're the equivalent of cows in Bug World AU) Finn isn't a big fan of them, but they're a common food source.
The Ant Farm Liam gets them from had to deal with little Liam snacking on them without permission. They behave themselves now.
"Is something wrong?"
Throughout their entier life, Liams eyes glow in the dark and they can see in the dark too. The intensity of the glow only increases as they get older.
It surprises Scarab when he finally notices the glow. Yet another weird Liam thing #2 that Finn wishes he could do too.
"Want some?" "…" Munch Munch Crunch Munch Crunch Crunch "Taste Good?" "It's good."
Liam shares their snacks a lot. They also like having Scarab try out their world's foods. He insists that he doesn't need any, but indulges when they ask.
It's also partially because Liam really likes seeing his face.
"Big Bro, Li could probably bit through your exoskeleton." "What?" "They accidently bit Gramps during training and made him bleed. He was really proud of them fighting back like that." "Li! Li!! Come bite Scarab for me!" "Huh!? What, why!?" "Well? Go on." "I can't believe you two made a bet…" 'Why do my teeth have to be on the line?' "Fine." "Bite! Bite! Bite!" "Alright then." Chomp "Hmm." "See, couldn't bite through." "Aw dang." "Now you can't stay up late for a month, got it?" "Kaaay." "No, only a week." 'Interesting.' "Woohoo!" "Huh? Why?" "You managed to scratch the surface."
Liam's teeth can pierce through some insect's carapaces in their world. They don't like doing it though. If surprised or scared enough, they'll do it out of reaction. That, or they'll hiss and occasionally growl without meaning to. Both Finn and Jake copy how Liam hisses and growls.
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darlingrini · 11 months
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Hey Rini! Take your time! As for all male leads looking the same I also think it’s terrible. There’s actually a good manwha called Another Typical Fantasy Romance, where the male lead has a beard, looks really rough, and has a lot of scars. He’s very handsome still, but is very different appearance wise from other ml’s. Lol. Would recommend.
Thank you ;3; !! And pffbt I don't mind it all the time, but sometimes Im reading a manwha and I see this side male character whos more unique looking or a bit unconventional looking and im like WHY CANT WE SEE THEM MORE!! Also I absolutely checked for that manwha and I AGREE THIS GUY LOOKS SO NICE I LOVE HIS BEARD AND HIS ROUGHNESS AND HIS SCARS YES PLEASE MORE OF THIS:
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So far this is what I got for my own designs XD !! I like the idea of a rough face but now Im thinking cause of this I should add a beard or something more to my own ruggish dude!! However I gave my prince so far a baby face c: not sure yet if I wanna go with Blonde or Black hair for the prince cause lets be honest thats the main two colors for a typical Male Lead besides like....silver. Blacks the most common color I see though.
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sortyourlifeoutmate · 8 months
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What's harder to articulate, however, is why the Nemesis Dreadknight is lame, while Paragon Warsuits - especially the Purgator Mirabilis - are kickin' rad.
I think there are several factors.
Mean, look:
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That's dope.
Whereas the Dreadknight, is, well...
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See, there are factors, like I said. Little things that add up.
For one, the model itself of the Dreadknight is just kind of lame and weird. Everything feels a bit off. The feet are kind of odd. Why does it have those big articulated pistons when literally no other Imperial walker that I'm aware of has anything similar? Why is the thing holding him in so much like a baby safety harness? Why is he just stuck on the front like that?
It looks stupid. And more than that, while I know more models is always nice and I am as big a fan of giant robots as the next man, it really undercuts the "Glorious daemon-slaying paladins" schtick of the Grey Knights if it turns out they need one of these to fight Greater Daemons. What? Your blade and your fierce faith in the Emperor not enough? Pffbt, lame.
By comparison the Purgator Mirabilis (and Paragon Warsuits in general) seem a lot more 'sensible' - for a given value of sensible, of course.
The person wearing the armour is actually in the armour, mostly, rather than being strapped to the front of it. There's no silly external pistons. Having the wearer's arms poking out like that with the little controls is alright, actually, as it makes you kind of think of Landmates (I'm assuming that was the idea).
I'm not even mad at the things having fixed weapons stuck on them like I am with the Redemptor Dreadnought, because at least here they're up high and so can feasibly be used in a practical fashion.
(I actually quite like the Redemptor Dreadnought, I just hate GW's enormous hardon for slapping tiny little fixed guns onto everything now - I'm looking at YOU, Rogal Dorn tank.)
Anyway yes, I am right and these are my important opinions. Dreadknight boo, Paragon Warsuits yay, Purgator Mirabilis very yay.
If you were a real Grey Knight you'd be in Terminator armour fighting Greater Daemons anyway, like the Emperor intended...
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snickerdoodlles · 5 months
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For the ask game: trick me or treat me
another piece from Single Star Review fic! in this piece, baby university therapist has been sent away by the head university therapist.
“You can’t help me,” Khun insists. He doesn’t even know why he’s here with this fucking guy, this was a stupid idea, he knew this was a stupid idea, he should yell loud enough Arm can hear him from the reception and come rescue him. Or even just walk out that door. It’s not like Mr. Therapy could stop him, he holds his clipboard with arms like wet noodles and Khun bets he doesn’t even know how to run in his secondhand loafers.
“I know you can’t help me! I’m a special case, and we both know what that means.”
Khun doesn’t actually know what it means. He knows it generally—it means no help for him, because Papa searched for help after he first came home, but there wasn’t anyone to help Khun because he was a special case, but Papa never told him what exactly drove the therapists away. Maybe it was because Khun was too broken. It’d taken him years to even piece a shell together, after all.
The therapist hums, still infuriatingly calm. “There’s lots of reasons why a therapist might not work for you,” he says. “Therapy works differently for everyone. The first step is finding a therapist you’re comfortable with.” The man smiles gently, eyes kind. “It takes a lot of courage to open up to a stranger, you were very brave in coming here.”
“Pffbt!” Khun sputters, bristling like a cat. Courage is keeping his shit together to send out bomb cars to keep Kinn from dying. Telling someone about some kidnapping from fifteen years ago! As if!!
“I hope that we can build a rapport together over time,” the man says, blithely ignoring Khun’s glare. “But if we’re fundamentally incompatible, I will still do my best to find you someone you are comfortable talking to.”
“We’re fundamentally incompatible,” Khun says immediately, “No need for a rerun, we don’t match at all.”
The man sighs and nods. “Is it my love of sequins?”
…What?
The man nods morosely in the face of Khun’s baffled blinking. “I was worried we might not match when I first walked in. See, I much prefer sequins to feathers, myself.” He gestures at Khun’s feather boa, which has somehow come to be wrapped around his neck twice. “I know it’s quite the obstacle to overcome, but I’d like to try to work past it, if you’re up for it.”
He doesn’t… That’s not…
“I prefer fur actually,” Khun says, lost. He doesn’t know this script.
“I’ve never owned a piece of fur clothing in my life.”
“Gah!”
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hunny-bxscuit · 2 years
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Chapter 3 for You Know Me Too Well just dropped! Macaque finally made an appearance pffbt
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pffbts · 3 months
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a goodbye letter.
hello everyone, it's been a long time, isn't it?
i haven't written anything in months and tbh even if i wanted to further give life to all my wips, i wish i had even a drop of motivation and energy to do so. some of you might have as well forgotten about my little blog, which had its own humble beginnings. and tbh i don't mind at all. it's been, i don't know almost 5+ years that i've had this blog. i started it out during the last two years of my high school, when i was struggling very much to cope with all the pressure and anxiety. this little corner of the internet became my comfort space. i could pour my heart out into snippets of letters and the love that i received from all of you who were there from the beginning only fueled my passion to write more and of course, helped me immensely in escaping the cruelty of my reality.
since then, i have graduated school. my reality is still harsh but i'm surviving. i have also graduated from my college with two degrees that i was doing simultaneously. currently, i'm preparing to sit down for my master's 1st-year exam coming months and job surfing at the same time. tbh i wish i had enough energy and positivity to motivate myself to pen down something. but it seems like we have to finally pull the curtains down on this blog.
yes, there is a lot of stuff that's still pending to be completed as you will know if you care to check my masterlist. but i'm not going to give you any false hope by saying that someday i will magically come back and finish and place them all in front of you. it would be too selfish of me to keep you on your toes like that.
i know i've let down a lot of you. many have told me me how much, especially my letters have helped you guys during hard times. even though i know i shouldn't even bother to think like this considering i know none of you in-person. still, it's the crippling humanity in me. honestly, i feel sad for myself. my life took so many things away from me. even the capacity to keep this comfort space alive for myself. some of you have left a long time ago. probably life has happened to you all too. i have also met some of you during the latter part of my journey here and i'm very glad that you all loved my work even with all my incompetency in keeping up with the schedules. you guys were too kind to me.
this actually came too suddenly - this realization that something needs to end. i don't think there will come any other time in the future when i'll read fanfics or write them myself. but it's a bit too much to delete the whole blog considering the reblogs will still exist in the tumblr algorithm. therefore, the letters will still be up along with the fics.
although i don't think i will stop writing. i have my substack where i will experiment with my creative writing but that's just my way of growing up as a writer. these days i'm too busy both in my head and physically, i wish i can overcome becoming a moss. my produce is sparse but my want is bigger than that. although for fanfics, there's no want anymore. i've had my fill and i'm sad to say, this is where we part.
pffbts is thus archived. all my posts will remain. if you send in any mundane sweet ask, i will answer them as soon as possible. kindly please don't send in any requests for fics (i've had to delete a couple of them from my ask box and it felt terrible.) i'm not completely going away. as a person, i will stay. it's just the fanfic writing part of me that will take a permanent leave. i'm almost 24 and it's been almost 10 years that i've started out in creating fanfics. i think it's enough, nah? plus writing this post for you all has strangely made me feel calm, as a certain baggage has been let down from my shoulders.
thank you to you all from the past & the present. i hope you all stay well and healthy. it has been truly a good time to have you all with me.
-K.
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