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shroombell · 1 month
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mmm 'raj....
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annqer · 3 months
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drider minthara
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figs-oliomedley · 10 months
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Ninjago writers if they weren’t cowards /j (I haven’t seen the Russian dub so IDK if she’s there, I’ll go nuts if she is though)
Also after drawing Sora I finally understand they hype around her design (I drew most of this two weeks ago lol I just didn’t finish it until tonight)
Something something Mother and Son Skating Competition
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acourtofwips · 11 months
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dude ;0;
when cardan is telling jude about his whole plan (once she comes back ‘as taryn’) about exiling her and it being all sneaky and he’s like “look i’m like you ! i did a sneaky thing just like you did ! you must be so proud of me !!” and she’s like What Is Wrong With You ?!
broke my silly little heart, it did ;0;
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bumblingbabooshka · 1 month
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Seven of Nine talking about how she doesn't understand why an attractive woman would choose to be with a mediocre looking man when she has so many other prospects for coupling while looking directly at B'Elanna who doesn't really get what she's talking about and is kind of just irritated because she's trying to eat and Seven decided to start talking at her. Also Seven is standing over her like a vulture during this.
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allmygirls · 11 months
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[230505] unforgiven ✦ sakura
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jackobbit · 8 days
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Anyone got paw beans?? 👀
KillCode!! Both hand beans and beans on his feet!
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[ID: A digitally drawn image of KillCode from the Working for E.V.I.L. Au depicted from the chest and up with a bright, closed eyed smile as they hold up their hands, palms facing the viewer. KillCode is an animatronic with a circular head, their body is an off white and dark grey, she has long clawed fingers with pink paw pads on his palms. KillCode wears a long blue night cap that ends with a metallic bell, across the cap are dull colored stars. The background of the picture is a pale blue. /End ID]
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cosmiiwrites · 1 month
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ emily x gn!reader hcs ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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cw: none! just fluff a/n: its come to my attention that emily x reader headcanons are basically nonexistent so... here ya go :3
always surprises you with gifts n trinkets
"hey, (name), guess what i got you!"
shes quick to defend you if you're in trouble with sera (or anyone)
hand holding is a MUST for her
puts her head on your shoulder a lot, especially when shes irritated or sad
will go absolutely insane if you give her a nickname /pos
"wait, what did you just call me?"
complains to you about sera and adam (ESPECIALLY after the court trial with charlie)
"she never listens! i mean, extermination of HUMAN souls! can you believe that?"
emily definitely LOVES braiding your hair
expect lots of movie dates and picnics !!
mention something she's interested in and she'll go on a rant about it
in general she tries her best to be a good partner to you <3
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binah-beloved · 5 months
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True Light
Binah x Reader Lobotomy Corp. Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: Small mentions of blood/injuries and death
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Light cannot shine through the dark, for the whims of the City will swallow it whole. Not that Binah particularly cared, of course. The struggles of others had never caught her interest, both before and after being confined to the blackened depths of the world. She took a smug sense of pride in being stagnant, the only unchanging one amongst her coworkers; this wretched facility doing nothing to dampen her cold and sadistic tendencies- small delights was what she called them, watching all the misery with a twisted smirk. Her time was spent as usual- in the company of solitude and black tea, only now it was punctuated by the perpetual mechanical hum of the Extraction Department, and just as before she embraced the days in the suffocating darkness, alone and silent. Yet somehow, a spark manages to worm its way into her ashen world, floating in on the wind and making a new home amongst the monochromatic tones. Each department receives a new batch of employees every few months or so. The Manager calls it “refreshing the roster”- Binah calls it “replacing the corpses”. Rarely does she pay much attention to these rotations, what’s the point? They’re all shrouded in gray, living only to suffer and cry and go mad like the rest, then slowly crumble and fall into the endless well below, an infinite supply of gravestones. So when the next group of agents and clerks arrive, she merely gives them a customary glance of boredom out of the corner of her eye. Something flashes suddenly, brilliantly, and her head snaps back up to catch sight of it, that brightly sparkling thing. But she sees only the uniforms of her employees, all outfitted in simple black fabric as they walk towards the department lobby, chattering nervously at each other. For the first time in a long while, Binah feels vaguely disappointed. She catches glimpses of the shining presence occasionally, always in the peripheral of her vision and always fleeting, never long enough. It’s almost frustrating; infuriating, even- perhaps her long months of isolation have finally driven her mad, it would be a welcome change from the perpetual, apathetic torment. With an exhale and a sip of her tea she answers some employee-or-another’s question, expression as stoic and cold as ever despite the nagging irritation. “You’re a star, Miss Binah!” The Sephirah looks over briefly, and her eyes widen as you practically glow before her. Physically, you’re no different from the other workers- you don’t radiate any light or glimmer with luminescence- and yet you still brighten up any room you enter, somehow. Exuding an air of determination, you’re firmly set in your ways of helping others and working diligently despite the less than ideal circumstances, a smile on your lips and a spring in your step wherever you go. You don’t look like light- you feel like light. And not that cold, heavy stuff generating in the facility- warm, friendly, comforting. It’s no wonder your fellow agents have taken a liking to you, but perhaps the most surprising revelation of all is when you extend this warmth to Binah herself. You’re a star… The words have lingered in her mind ever since. Your superior was rumored to be emotionless, a sadist who only took joy in the suffering of others, so when you can’t help but wonder if something’s wrong when you see her appear in the main rooms of the department more often, silently watching everyone work and always with that calm, neutral expression. In truth, she’s only really watching you, quietly picking up on your habits with a growing sense of intrigue. Interest… Binah hadn’t felt such a thing for so long. It felt… nice. She sees how you treat everybody with that same kindness, offering a shoulder for them to lean against. She sees how you study medical procedures in your spare time, as there is no end to bloodied wounds at Lobotomy Corporation. She sees how you idly tap your pen when you’re thinking, looking up at the ceiling, your brow furrowed in thought.
She sees how you pay respects to every lost agent and clerk, quietly mourning for them as if they were actually worth something. Perhaps, she muses, they are worth something, and she just never saw it. Well- you, at least, are certainly worth something. Slowly, the spark that landed bleeds into the rest of her world, and Binah sees color, gold and silver and crimson red. The sky becomes speckled with a multitude of stars, the darkness of Extraction standing out in splashes of deep hues as the night brightens, just slightly, with a hint of light. Light. Yes, that’s what you are. Light. Her light. One morning, early enough for frost to linger in the air, you find a steaming hot cup on your desk- tea, black, flavored just how you’d like it. A hand, firm yet strangely tentative, settles on your shoulder as you curiously approach, your Sephirah finally responding to your statement from months ago. “If I am a star, then you are a fragile flower, struggling to bloom in the wastes. And yet… I don’t wish to see you wither.”
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logicalbookthief · 1 year
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If I had a nickel for every time a show I was watching featured a mother who was trying to better herself for the sake of her child, who she was reconnecting with after abandoning them with their father due to her own declining mental health and caregiver burnout, but rather than exploring these complex feelings toward motherhood, the show kills her off for shock value and to further develop the father(s)… I’d have two nickels.
Which isn’t a lot, but it’s disappointing it happened twice.
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spark-circuit · 10 days
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decided to play with PNGs of my Nuggets like dolls lmao. i would've done Nine too but he 1) deserves a solo post and 2) i....... need to get another reference image of him with Spider Bud glasses
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Dedede calling himself meta knights wife is just so funny to me
Like yeah this bulky masculine dude with a whole beard and such is calling himself his husbands wife like yea
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venisontransmission · 1 month
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Alright how the the hell am I supposed to write Alastor with this thing staring at me
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wyrmmaster · 8 months
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So when Sumeru first came out and I got to see Nilou in the samsara quests I had to have a come to jesus moment to save for Nahida and not pull for the absolutely fucking precious redhead dancer that ate my heart in .02 seconds (let me pretend it was longer than it was)
Then Nilou's banner came out some time later alongside her story quest and I had to just sort of abuse a stress ball with a twitching eye because if I unlocked her story quest and played through it I would 100% dump everything on her because my Holy Shit She is So Wonderful-sense was tingling and I didn't have enough for both her and the astrobusted archon I also loved releasing soon, not helped by people pulling for her and being "woah, she's really strong!"
But I do have willpower and I got through that and I got Nahida and then I played Nilou's story quest and I was like "Oh. oh I was so right to not do this. I love you so much. quit it right the fuck now."
She's just so goddamn positive and empathetic. She's like YuelYoimiya only somehow even more Filled with Love.
I got her on her rerun though now and every さあ、踊るよ~ fills me with joy as everything explodes in Nahida-fueled death and my adorable redhead exults in the masochistic ecstasy that boosts her damage because of her passive
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Amber Run - Amen
oh, is there a heaven?/ you’d know now you’ve been 
you know this show makes me crazy but one of the most interesting things it does is, simply, giving us Mary
this character who is bereaved from the very start, and we cannot possibly understand her grief. can’t even grasp at the edges of it.
& it’s so powerful because Shannon is a gaping wound ripped through the narrative, but we can’t see it. we can feel the blood dripping onto our backs, in our periphery. but we're stuck with this outline of her, a body ripped open not once, but twice. plundered for its treasure. only Mary goes and searches it for answers.
maybe out of habit, because it's where her answers have always been
and, with no body to keep her contained, Shannon is scattered everywhere.
in Beatrice, flinging herself at armed men in a kind of strained imitation of Shannon, because we learn bad habits too.
people sometimes say that Bea's whole 'trust your team' speech is ironic, coming from her, but i think she trusts her sisters. her issue in s1 is that she knows what she can trust them to do. she knows that Shannon would have wrapped her body around their bodies; that she would have carried any of them through fire.
she hates that and she resents it but, again, we learn bad habits most especially from the ones we love.
Lilith, who must at least be motivated somewhat by the thought of Shannon, perforated, brimming with blue light and telling her, with that sudden set of her jaw. that elusive steeliness to her voice, ‘you’re ready.’
Mary. i always think of her standing in Vincent’s office that night, and how incredibly kind she is to Ava. what we’ve seen her do before that - shoot a man in cold blood on a cliff, hold a knife against the tangle of veins in a wrist, telling a man how quickly it is possible to bleed out.
& then we see her in standing in the sunset at Cat's Cradle & she's something else. she's a container for all the grief we aren't ready to see.
Ava, who spends so much time running but can’t escape. 
something about how you can’t run from a ghost when the ghost is inside you. 
I can't help blaming you/ for leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?
thinking about how episode 1 takes its title from the Book of Psalms. episode 1, and the first thing we hear Mary say which is
'i need somewhere to put her down'
it always makes me think, oh Mary, you never will
this passage from psalms 23 & what it says about her,
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Mary and the places we see her most often: on the docks, on the plateau where Ronda perches, on a bridge with Ava when Beatrice picks her up.
liminal spaces. between land and sea. between the earth and the sky. a bridge (between). what i think that says about where Mary is standing the whole time and where she ends up.
where she ends. 
standing between her sisters and the world that wants to eat them. 
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knightofleo · 2 years
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Björk: Mother, Daughter, Force of Nature Photographed and filmed on location at Björk’s home in Iceland by Viðar Logi. All wardrobe courtesy of Björk
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