#I FELL ON MY KEYS!!!
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FUCK OUTLAST 2
#I'm crying and screaming and I literally cannot go on#I have been practicing/attempting the insane no battery run#got the furthest I have ever been tonight#there is roughly. 20 minutes of game left. I have like one more heretic chase then Knoth's boys then Marta#literally not sweating I am big chilling#I crawl into a space you are supposed to crawl into...and get stuck#okay let me pull out my camera because I have a lil battery and I need to not be stuck#camera doesn't pull out#resets me to main menu#WHAT THE FUCK!!!#I can't do this I just can't do this#Outlast 2 we have our history but 2024 was the year I was gonna forgive you#I WAS GOING TO 100% YOU SO THAT YOU WEREN'T THE ONLY GAME IN THE SERIES I HAVEN'T DONE IT FOR#WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!!!#I FELL ON MY KEYS!!!#lol I don't even really post on tumblr anymore but I needed to scream into the void#I won't be okay ever again
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Paimon, #1 Dad of the Year.
#helluva boss#stolas#paimon#my art#helluvatober2024#meant to be for day 7 but it’s day 19 already shhh#kinda fell behind but I saw this meme again and had to redraw it for Paimon#low key I love Paimon outfit#the color scheme is chef’s kiss
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after 3 centuries i finally managed to properly redesign my dumbass sona, i was gonna initially just change their hair for a more androgynous look but then i. changed their lore a bit too
basically they volunteer for various jobs like delivering mail and milk, nursing and gardening (even though that's also their hobby)
no one knows their gender or their real name but they go by various plant/nature related names (like willow or sunflower)
#tenka willow#<- that's their full name i guess even tho willow isn't their real one#some people only know their last name (tenka)#my sona#my art#GUESS MY BIGGEST KIN RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! /j#no but fr i. kinda fell out of himawari's design because she looked too girly for me#ever since i started questioning my gender and then came out as agender#also willow goes by any pronouns but primarily he/they#and they're an anxious wreck. his fingers turn cold and dead when they're nervous just like me fr#now when will i change my pfp? idk#also idk if they're gonna be a full robot but i'm keeping the wind-up key because i love it
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I think what makes rogue work so well is that 15 is so established as a heart on his sleeve kind of character by now that that of course he can fall in love with the grumpy nerdy bounty hunter in just one night
#not to get personal here but as an aro person I’ve always like my aro/ace spec doctor headcannon#but I’m not immune to hopeless romantic 15 okay#even if he hesitates and has reservations and doesn’t want to get hurt#there’s an impulsivity to 15#not just with rogue but even the way he runs off with ruby and gives her a key after just one proper adventure#it’s always been a doctor-y thing but this ep just solidified it as a 15 thing for me#he can’t help but flirt and tease and ask him to run away with him#he fell in love with the handsome bounty hunter and god I hope he sees him again#Doctor who#spoilers#ramble
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LET'S GOOOOOOO ghostlycerb on ao3 carrying the fandom
#fun fact!#i got an idea for a parkciv modern au set on a university environment where the main point is parkour polycule (pkv × evbo × emf × seawatt)#so I've been kinda low-key OBSESSED with them idiots???? and them being into each other??#and this like idk. fucking fell off the SKY and onto my lap?!#yea. ghostlycerb fucking CARRYING the shipping side of the fandom lmao#LET'S GOOO PKV × EMF !!!!!#anyway#demon rambles™#parkour civilization#parkciv#pkciv#parkour villain#emf#emf parkour civilization#emf parkciv#evbos master friend#evbo's master friend#also soulmates??? YES PLEASE#i see ghostlycerb likes soulmates a lot huh (not complaining. in fact i actively encourage it they're always SO GOOD)
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LET ME EXPLAIN! I started the playlist because I noticed a lot of songs used cannibalism in regards to love and relationships, and I wanted to collect the songs so I could analyze why!!! Its not weird guys I SWEAR ITS FOR RESEARCH
#personal post#gravity falls#bill cipher#ford pines#stanford pines#did I ever make an essay analysing the playlist and what it means on a greater sociatal standpoint… no-#every time I tell people I have a playlist about cannibalism they get weirded out BUT ITS NOT LIKE THAT#Anyway.#I do have a playlist I use to torture people however#it’s literally named ‘I’m Evil’#and it’s 28 videos (2 hours long) of every iteration of Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas I could find#from the MCR mashup to the Toad singing version to the off key version to she fell of her skates and the ambulance had to be called#the funniest part is my friends can’t make it through 5 songs but I made it through all of them without problems because I find it so funny#I will literally be laughing my ass off every song#people don’t appreciate THE ARTS anymore 😤😤😤#anyway… that playlist is probably a bill thing to do…
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lost the one and only key to my car somewhere in the vicinity of my workplace today so i’m having, just, a super fun halloween
#looked fucking everywhere before finally calling the lost and found#parking overnight is fine so i just took the bus home but now i have to fucking wait around#to see if i get a call#and if i don’t by end of day tomorrow im calling AAA and shelling out for a new key :(#d#it literally fell out of my pocket like god only knows where
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Thinking about the Jailer a while back and finally sat down to do the research that would let me articulate what exactly is going on with her design:
My brain initially glazed over the pattern at the edge of her cowl (and also on the lower edges of her coat, as we see in the other art) as standard gear or crenelation pattern that had parts frayed or worn down. In my defense, I think I was primarily thrown by the inclusion of the visible stitches on the cowl, which add a "worn out" appearance.
Interestingly, while I had thought there were more instances of crenelation motifs present in Harrow, Callum, and Ezran's designs, it actually only appears in the trim on Sarai's skirt:
Anyway, after looking more closely at the Jailer over time, I realized that... that's not accurate. The TDP artists aren't that lazy—those designs are geometric and uneven for a reason. Here's the reason:
It's a motif of (and here's where I had to do research) the bit of a warded key.
I found a really great post about faux-medieval locks and lockpicking vs. actual medieval locks and lockpicking (i.e. what's in ever Elder Scrolls game ever), but a quick summary: a ward or warded lock is a lock that is designed to allow only a specifically-patterned key to turn in the lock to open it. This is similar but subtly different from lever locks, which are still used in modern applications: lever locks use the pattern cut into the bit of the key to shift a series of levers into place that otherwise prevent the bolt from moving, similar to how pin tumbler locks raise a series of pins into alignment. Warded locks, on the other hand, don't actually have anything that prevents the bolt itself from being moved, but instead have a pattern of physical barriers inside the lock that prevent the key itself from being turned unless the pattern on the bit matches up with them. So you sometimes got stuff like this:
Anyway, most of the antique keys you see are probably for lever locks, since those were invented in 1778, are significantly more secure, and generally look a lot simpler in their bit shape.
The problem with the warded lock as a concept is that if you can get to the part that moves the bolt, there's nothing at all to stop you from moving it. Enter the skeleton key—which, contrary to popular belief, is not just any old-looking key. A skeleton key is capable of opening more than one lock, usually a warded lock, by essentially bypassing the wards. For example, the skeleton key on the right here would be able to open the warded locks for both keys on the left:
Something like this seems to be a pretty common skeleton key set for some kinds of modern padlocks:
hmmmmMMMMMmmmm
#the dragon prince#the jailer#something something key of aaravos#anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk on the topic i fell down a research hole about#kradogsmeta
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TFS TUESDAY! BUT ACTUALLY TUESDAY THIS TIME!
#last chapter was a lot#IN A GOOD WAY#a lot in a good way#it kills me how if they would just TALK TO EACH OTHER this whole thing could have been completely avoided#but thats not how people work. especially not kids and also toichiro is gonna do everything in his stupid power to keep them from being#friends again#i know im cutting it close its almost wednesday#BUT THE KEY WORD IS ALMOST#ITS NOT WEDNESDAY YET#where i am its not#SO CLOSE but not quite#fun fact that alien stuffed animal is something i won from a claw machine second try and when i got it i kid you not i fell to my knees#because i was so shocked#i shouldnt have touched the floor though it was probably gross#i just noticed tome's hair in that picture is longer on one side than the other and its going to bug me forever#typing all of this is keeping me from reading it so i'm going to shut up for a minute and get to the new chapter
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hi lambda nation *shakes the 7 of yall*
#🎨#lambda 11#blazblue#she was the og fave#carl clover? nuh uh my first main was LAMBDA my girl LAMBDA#besides that i actually havent done anything with a pencil in a while#most of my scribbles are usually on a single file on a laptop#but rn its getting MAINTENANCE#and MUCH NEEDED REPAIRS#seriously like 2 keys fell off that thing#carl illust
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"You'll come back," Manon said.
It sounded like more of a threat than anything
Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"
Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.
He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.
A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.
The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.
From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.
Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.
Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.
It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.
And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.
Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.
Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.
Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.
And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.
Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.
When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."
Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.
"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."
"Crochan bitch," someone spat.
Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.
jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."
UNCLEAN
There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.
"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"
The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.
Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.
"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."
"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.
"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.
Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."
Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.
"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."
Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.
"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."
Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"
Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.
So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.
Not a child of war. But of peace.
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You guys say you have a vent sketchbook and it's actually mostly empty with only some y2k doodles? I thought we were all spilling our guts out on paper with our most vivid feelings and actually creating :(
#realized mine has just a few pages left and it came to my mind people are cringe and do things only for trends#drawing is my favorite way to vent#spill my guts on paper is almost literal there's a bloody tissue somewhere tucked in my notebook lol#not from sh I just fell because I'm an idiot#be cringe be free#jiraiblr#landmineblr#pienblr#地雷系#jirai kei#pien kei
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little self indulgent mixed media comic about love and communication styles. oh yeah theoretical frameworks also i guess
i think postmodernism, as a cultural movement, is deeply in love with modernism. Of course, its version of love is pulling modernism apart and building a monument to its image out of its bones, which just kills it faster
To postmodernism, the star wars reference is a declaration of love. To modernism, its an admission of guilt.
#THE SELF INDULGENT COMIC IN QUESTION...I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS PLEASE ENJOY#1st panel is ofc referencing the dante and virgil painting bc DUH POSTMODERNISM WOULDNT HAVE IT ANY OTHE WAY!!#my art#artists on tumblr#my ocs#i...guess???#low-key fell in love w drawing the modernism character during this. so maybe they will return#mixed media#my comics
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#iasip#it’s always sunny in Philadelphia#anmmbposts#meme#sunnyblr#mortifying she watched the first few episodes and is just like hmmmm#she’s never going to understand™️ 😭#but like it’s easy to get shy they don’t get it but how do I give them the key to get it the key just fell in my lap locks and keys#the door was unlocked
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Ajdhskdbskldgnlkjss i'm away from the internet for a week, and so many things happened??? 😫😭
#what is going on im- what a time to miss out on in shinee world 😩#waterbombs galore my goodness. taems entire shirt fell off this time it seems (accidental? hmm sure). key's mv (which is the only this i#thought i was going to miss). onew cutie pants being cute as always. gosh damn im gonna need to spend the day furiously catching up#and so many pretty gifsets you guyyyysssssss 😖💛 im sorry if i miss anything! im gonna see if i can find them all (i feel like reblogging#all the pretty new shinee content is my job at this point so im gonna be real sad if i miss something)
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I fear no man will ever compare to Remus Lupin
#there's a guy at my school who low-key looks like him#but has the VIBES#I almost fell to my knees when I saw him today#remus lupin#marauders era#the marauders
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