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snackugaki · 4 months
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and the template here: https://twitter.com/KarlaDoodlesPen/status/1495943787138408457
That's my girl since i was 12 in 1997 and that's my girl at 38 in 2023
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bi-the-wei · 2 months
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I really didn't know what I wanted to draw, so here! Have some random posed (?) WangXian.
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dyrewrites · 3 months
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Thank you @aziz-reads for recommending Busuu!
It already gave me a word I should have had this man say. So, success!
Watching clips of real people speaking the word or phrase is also adorable and helpful.
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yukinomonshou · 2 months
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things that confuse me: people arguing over whether the ff7 remake and the original are better.
mostly because imho neither is better than the other because its pretty obvious that the ff7 remake is meant to be a reimagining of the original game that takes the later games lore into account.
like deepground. or the fact that there's other SOLDIERs around in the remake. literally anything to do with zack. genesis and angeal.
idk i just think the arguments are V Silly. especially because the gameplay styles are also different which can color people's opinion based on which style they like more. personally!! i like action RPGs more than turn based RPGs because when i get hit by enemy attacks that's on me and not stupid stat based system rolls.
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dr-tech0976 · 2 months
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I don’t know what to post on here.
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mister-crowley · 4 months
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So no one asked but i wanna explain anyway. So mah username - “mister crowley” - that doesnt actually mean fuck all really I fully am aboard the crowley-is-nonbinary train Choo Choo. I just really like the ozzy osbourne song mister crowley and so That Plus That Equals ya know
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borealtwilight · 1 year
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the unsc @ the covenant:
"fuck you"
[disables your halo array]
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pixiemage · 1 year
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If Bad Boys sounds like a name made by kids on the playground, and Cleo’s team is just playing house, and Impulse giving Bdubs a clock feels like a kindergarten marriage…is this ENTIRE season just a big playground game of pretend at recess?? Did Jimmy push Tango off the tire tower and immediately apologize because he felt bad?? Is Bdubs’ boogey kill the equivalent of someone telling him he’s the bad guy, and him pointing at Skizz and going “BANG! You’re dead!” because like - that would make so much fckn sense honestly.
It’s recess, boys, and they’re pulling out EVERY game in the playground handbook
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maeshelix · 2 months
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So I was rotating the Photo Album pictures around in my mind, as any sane mind tends to do every now and then of course, when I took notice of this one in particular because like
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Look at Mari's face here
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She is fucking enraptured by this comic
That's not the expression of a sweet and loving older kid reading something with her younger friends for the sake of making them happy (as headspace Mari would lead you to believe she'd react), that's the expression of a girl who is so engrossed by this story and so sucked into the writing that she's already planning out twelve Spaceboy AMV's and a moodboard in her head. She is gobsmacked by the quality of this comic. She can't get enough!!!
Thus, I propose to the Omori fandom that Mari was a closeted comics nerd and, had she survived to adulthood, she would have been a Marvel movie stan. Thank you for your time-
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greatwyrmgold · 2 months
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This is a Dr. Meredith Blitzmeyer appreciation post
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I appreciate Dr. Meredith Blitzmeyer
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musubiki · 9 months
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thinking about if lime joined the m34th regiment 🥰
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thewitch0fart · 1 year
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So cute couple !!! 
 Look these plushieeees! 
AAAAA 
I love susie and noelle! jsdvnjvn
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nerdpoe · 8 months
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A Jotunn, a Pirate, and a Wraith walk into the DC Universe-
Debated making this it's own post, but since it's been put up on Ao3 I might as well.
Part 2 (and one really, this started as an addition) , Ao3
Danny has an Ice Core. He isn't aware of it, but this does, in fact, greatly influence how his ghost form looks as he grows up. A ghosts Core is essential to how they mature as a ghost, after all. A speculative piece on the group's possible Adult Ghost Appearances as they grow up. (Yes Dan too)
The summoning ritual was finished, and John braced himself for Klarion's imminent arrival. Bruce could only hope that what the mage had to offer would be considered valuable enough for the chaos demon's assistance.
But something was off.
Instead of the burst of hot air that so often heralded Klarion's arrival, there was a silent rush of cold.
And someone much more intimidating stepped through.
The man's hair was white, his eyes were a pale, glowing, piercing green, and his skin was as pale as the snow that had started to fall. Taller than Superman, quieter than Batman.
He wore a furred mantle that bore no resemblance to any animal Bruce knew of. His hair was braided out of his face, his armor bore shimmering Ancient Nordic designs that were so old, Bruce couldn't find a single rune he knew.
Hovering above the man's head was a crown of solid, glittering ice. It sloped and spiked, and every movement shook snow from it's small peaks. Above that, hovering between reality and a dream, a miniature Aurora Borealis flickered in and out of view.
The crown was less a crown and more a small group of mountains, plucked from Norway and shrunk into something befitting the being in front of them.
Looking upon him forced Bruce to confront his own mortality, because this entity was dripping with lethality. Not the type he was used to, not the kind that could be met with the cold steel of a blade or the sudden, numbing hot-cold pain of a bullet.
The kind of mortality that he feared.
The quiet death in the wilds; alone, hungry, and scared.
Staring at the being that had been summoned, Bruce was struck with the feeling that he was watching a wolf as it observed him. Patient. Cold.
Knowing that no matter what it did, it was going to get a free meal if it only took a day or two to wait.
Bruce was broken from that silent, obtrusive knowledge when the entity looked away from him, eyes searching the battlefield.
Then the being took a silent step forward, ice tendrils branching out from where he stepped, his eyes having entirely fixated on the Mage that had summoned him.
The cultists that had been working for Nergal slowly turned and started standing in line with the Justice League, prepared to defend against...this.
Whatever this was.
Constantine backed away slowly, swearing under his breath and shaking.
The entity looked towards the cultists, letting out a small, disdainful hum.
As one, the cultists bolted, leaving behind their tools and sacrifices to summon their false god.
The Justice League, far too preoccupied with whatever was in front of them, couldn't do much to stop them.
The being took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, causing a gust of wind cold enough to make Bruce's skin sting.
"Well, this is awkward," the being sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Uh...did you guys need me for something? I was kind of in the middle of hiding from the Observants."
Bruce's brain paused. Rewound.
Restarted.
Assessed.
Oh God this was another Clark; frightening stature, polite, down to earth nature.
"I'm sorry, hiding from the who?" Bruce heart himself ask faintly, as he forced his body to understand that he wasn't in any present danger from the...person in front of him. The man turned his attention from the wheezing magician and back on Bruce.
"Kinda like a council, super annoying, keep trying to make me do paperwork."
"I...see. We were actually trying to reach Klarion, is he unavailable?"
The man sucked in air through his teeth and rested his hands on his hips, scuffing one of his shoes on the ground.
"Oof, yeah; Klarions a little bit in Time Prison right now. Genuinely didn't think anyone wanted to willingly deal with him, or I woulda sent you guys like, a note or something. Want me to just do what you were gonna have him do?"
Constantine stared at Bruce with wide, terrified eyes and shook his head.
Bruce considered it.
"What price would you have? We wanted the cultists captured and their artifacts broken."
Constantine graduated to desperately crossing his arms in an "X". Superman was looking at Bruce like he was insane. Bruce ignored them.
"Uh...my little sister is actually a huge Static Shock fan. Any chance of an autograph?"
"I can arrange that."
I highly advise reading the original prompt, as it has many additions from other writers and artists. It also has fanart!
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dapper-lil-arts · 9 months
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pngtuber thingy for my friend @the-sugary-falcon ! primarina stream hell yeah what games will she play
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lonelysnowyart · 1 year
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i sure hope nothing bad happens to these kids /j
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lewvithur · 1 year
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if i had a nickel for every character i like who's a scrawny blond boy with crushing trauma, eye bags, a yellow color scheme, a six letter name that ends with r and has endured possession by the main villain that resulted in him unwillingly killing or maiming his best friend, i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
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