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transkingcobra · 4 months ago
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*sighs*
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nitw · 6 months ago
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FREE HIM
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myreia · 3 months ago
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✦ F F X I V L E V E L 9 0
—compendium
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plugnuts · 7 months ago
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All of the messages you get when you boop the cat on the boop-o-meter
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applecherry108 · 5 months ago
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My dopamine’s been trashed lately and I’ve been ready to fall apart for days now, but I’d have never guessed that me breaking down crying would be so happy.
Mikey and Fredo started their own gaming channel. 🥹 the boys are baaaaaack!! 💖💖💖
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jel-jel-jel · 8 months ago
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@/lisa-russell has reposted yours and many other artists splatoon art. While they include your user in the screenshot I take it they still did this without permission, just wanted to let you know.
I scrolled through their blog for A WHILE and found zero evidence they've ever posted ANYBODY'S art at all besides their own (it literally has their signature). Either you're mistaken about the person, or you're lying for some reason??? If you can provide me with an actual link to a post they've made containing my art, I'll get in contact with them.
But all I'm seeing them do is just reblog and add nice comments to comics and share youtube links to music they enjoy, doesn't seem like a reposter to me at all. Not sure what has lead you to believe they are, unless they mass deleted a bunch of stuff in the hours between you sending this ask and me actually seeing it.
Sometimes people on Tumblr just love to randomly defame other blogs for no reason, so I'm not taking this claim seriously. If you made this genuinely, I do thank you a lot, but I have found no evidence they've done what you're saying.
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itgr · 4 months ago
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To the one other the croaking fan on tumblr I am so sorry for the spam you are about to get in your tags 🙏
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chahnniesroom · 11 months ago
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in sickness and in health
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pairing: kim seungmin x female reader
summary: you're the most important thing in seungmin's life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you. it means that taking care of you when you're not feeling well comes naturally.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: a little bit of angst, sickness (fever, feeling nauseous, etc.)
a/n: partially inspired by me being ill at work and my amazing coworkers taking care of me and making sure i didn't faint lol.
till death do us part collection | read it on ao3 | masterlist
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Seungmin loves being an idol. 
He loves to sing and performing in front of Stays always thrills him. He loves the other members and really, everyone else that he gets a chance to work with. At times it can be stressful, but for the most part, it’s fairly easy to manage the downsides of being famous.
But when he started dating you, he found out that there are parts of being an idol that he hates.
He always thought that he'd be different from a lot of idols and wouldn't be afraid to show his partner off. The second he met you though, he knew he'd do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe. You understand, of course, and do your part to make sure that only your closest friends and family are aware of who you're dating.
It pains Seungmin to do this, but he knows nothing good can come out of your identity being known.
The two of you are more than careful, sometimes Seungmin feels silly with how cautious he is about meeting up with you. Yet somehow his heart always feels like it will beat out of his chest whenever he sees articles that speculate about idol relationships.
You do your best to stop him from stressing, but it’s something that Seungmin can't quite shake. You're the most important thing in his life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you.
The first time his phone rings during a livestream with the whole group, Seungmin brushes it off. The caller ID says it's an unknown number and everyone he knows has been receiving a lot of spam calls and texts lately. 
He swipes away the notification and tries to focus on just reading comments when the same number calls back, a couple minutes later. He ignores it again, but on the third call, he nudges Chan’s knee beside him and subtly tilts his phone screen so that Chan can see. His phone is on silent so nobody watching the live should be able to tell that he's getting the calls, but the timing feels too coincidental for him not to be suspicious. 
"They keep calling," he says under his breath. 
"We'll get someone to look into the number later, just keep ignoring it," Chan advises quietly.
Seungmin takes a quick screenshot of the number, then tries to get back into the conversation to distract himself. The next time he looks down at his phone again, someone is once again calling him.
Seungmin almost reflexively rejects the call, until he realises it's your nickname flashing up on his screen.
You generally don’t call Seungmin without warning, especially not during the day when there’s a higher chance that Seungmin won’t be able to readily answer.
[sent - 3:12 pm]
sorry baby, working right now, can it wait?
His stomach drops when you just call again in response. He doesn’t want to alarm any of the members or the fans when he doesn’t know what’s going on, but he has a bad feeling about this. He once again flashes his phone to Chan briefly and leans in close.
“I want to take this, I don’t know why she’s calling, but something doesn’t seem right.”
Chan bites his lip, obviously torn for a second, before he seems to make up his mind.
“We’ve been live for almost 20 minutes, give me one second and we’ll end it so that you can talk to her, yeah?” Chan puts a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder and squeezes it tightly for a moment before clapping his hands together, effectively ending the conversation that the rest of the members were having.
Seungmin makes himself smile as they all say goodbye, but it's obvious that it's forced.
Even though the live ended as quickly as possible, Seungmin still has 2 new missed calls by the time he’s found himself an empty room to use.
"Hello?"
"Uhm hello, is this Min?" a man asks hesitantly. His voice is unfamiliar and it scares Seungmin. The only thing that brings a little bit of comfort is knowing that you’re careful to never call Seungmin by his full name when talking about him with friends or coworkers, you even have his contact information set as a nickname.
"Who is this?" he asks instead. “Where’s Y/n?”
"My name is Hyunwoo, I work with Y/n-ssi. I’m very sorry for interrupting you, but Y/n-ssi said that you were one of her emergency contacts. We tried to call with another number previously, but weren’t able to reach you."
“Sorry, I generally do not answer calls from unknown numbers. Is Y/n okay?” Seungmin swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Can I- can I please speak to her?”
“She’s just not feeling well and needs to go home. She’s resting in another room, but I can get her, one moment please.” 
There’s a bit of background noise, the sound of footsteps, murmuring, then finally, your voice.
“Minnie?” you ask, sounding groggy. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I know you were working today.”
“Hey baby, it’s okay. You don't have to worry about me. You know that you’re more important than work to me right? I’m glad you got them to call me. How are you doing?”
“I'm tired. I'm okay, just, I was feeling light-headed and have a headache so I can't work. Hyunwoo said he thinks I have a fever.”
“Okay, I’m going to pick you up and bring you home then. Just continue resting until I get there. I'll see you soon.”
Seungmin doesn’t know what he’d do without the other members. As soon as he finishes explaining the situation to them, they’re already calling a car and working out schedules so that there aren’t any problems.
Hyunwoo eyes Seungmin carefully when they first meet, likely due to the face mask and hat he's wearing. When Seungmin removes the mask and shakes Hyunwoo’s hand, he's relieved when he doesn't appear to recognise him. It's not exactly a surprise, men are generally less likely to follow k-pop groups and Seungmin hardly looks like an idol when he's barefaced and in the jeans and t-shirt that he wore for the live.
“Thank you for calling me, Hyunwoo-ssi,” Seungmin says. “Sorry I didn’t pick up at first.”
“It’s okay, Min-ssi. Y/n-ssi mentioned that your work might make you difficult to contact.” Seungmin appreciates that Hyunwoo doesn’t make any attempt to pry further.
“And thank you for taking care of Y/n.”
“It’s not a problem. Y/n-ssi is a pleasure to work with and we all want her to get better as quickly as possible. Come with me, I’ll bring you to her.”
You’re lying in a small meeting room that has all the lights off and blinds drawn. The table and chairs have all been shifted to the side to fit a yoga mat that has been laid out. You squint up at Seungmin from under a mis-match of jackets with your head resting on a pillow that matches the couches that were in the reception area of your office.
“Minnie?” Your voice is soft and a little bit confused.
“Yes, it’s me, Y/n. How’re you feeling?”
Seungmin rushes to your side, crouching on the carpet so that he can cup your cheek. Your skin is flushed and hot to the touch. You reach out a hand and he clasps it tightly with his free hand.
“Mm, I wanna go home.”
“Let’s go home then.”
The company car is still parked outside of your office building, close enough that you insist on walking yourself. Seungmin tries not to hover, but he makes sure to keep his arm looped around your waist so that you don’t stumble. The drive back to your place is fairly short, but when Seungmin glances over you’re looking unwell. Maybe it’s just the dim lighting from the backseat, but you look paler than usual and your eyes are closed.
“You feeling okay?” Seungmin asks, squeezing your hand.
“A bit nauseous,” you murmur.
“We’re almost there, just take a few deep breaths through your nose for me.”
Even though it's only a few minutes before they pull onto the street that you live on, it feels like forever. Seungmmin tries to keep you preoccupied by rubbing circles into your palm. Instead of trying to help you out of the car and into your apartment, Seungmin thanks the company driver and opts to just carry you all the way in. 
He helps to change you out of your work clothes and tucks you into your bed. You link your fingers together and protest when Seungmin attempts to leave your side.
“I promise I'll be back in a second, I just want to get some things to help you feel better, okay?” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You agree, but reluctantly.
Seungmin tries to stay quiet as he rummages around your apartment, gathering some medicine, a thermometer, a glass of water, and some crackers. Next he dampens a face cloth and brings everything to your bedside table, folding up the cloth and laying it across your forehead. 
He supports you in sitting up slightly to take your temperature, brushing his fingers through your hair as you wait for enough time to pass. You lean into his touch slightly, humming in pleasure when Seungmin switches to giving you a light head massage. When the thermometer beeps, it confirms what Hyunwoo suspected, you have a low grade fever.
“You have a bit of a fever,” Seungmin tells you, keeping his voice low. “Do you feel up to having some water and medicine? It'll help you feel better, I think.”
“Okay,” you say, taking the pills that Seungmin hands you and swallowing them with a bit of water.
“Do you want to rest some more now? I want you to stay hydrated so I can make broth for you or get juice.”
“Do you have another schedule? You don't have to stay and take care of me.”
“I don't have to, I want to. And what did I say earlier? Don't worry about me. I'm not missing anything important.”
“So you are missing something,” you insist, your stubbornness making itself known. Seungmin can't help but find it endearing, especially the way that your bottom lip juts out to form a pout.
“Just vocal lessons. I already know how to sing, so it’s fine. Innie had his scheduled for tomorrow, the two of us are going to swap.”
“Oh,” you say, apparently satisfied by that.
“See, nothing to worry about. Now, what did you want? Broth or juice?”
“Broth,” you decide. “But that means you'll have to leave again. I don't want to be alone.”
Seungmin hesitates for a moment before reaching for something resting on the side of your bed.
“You won't be alone, Daengmo will keep you company, okay?”
Seungmin had gifted the stuffed dog to you the first time he had gone abroad after the two of you had started dating, even though it was only to Japan. You had insisted that he keep it at first, knowing how fond he was of the toy, but he had convinced you that it would prevent you from missing him whenever he was away.
“M'kay,” you say sleepily, wrapping your arms around Daengmo.
“You can close your eyes while I'm gone and I'll be back before you know it.”
“I'm not tired,” you say, although even in the dim lighting Seungmin can see that your eyes are starting to droop. “I'm going to stay awake until you come back.”
“Whatever you say,” Seungmin replies.
He leaves your room, closing the door behind him quietly, and heads towards the kitchen.
Seungmin prepares a couple of pots to make you soup. The first he prepares with some ingredients to make a simpler version of a ginseng chicken soup. He knows it'll take a while to cook though, so he adds water, powdered chicken broth, and ginger to the second. Within a few minutes, the clear broth is ready to serve.
Seungmin scoops a portion of it into a mug and slips an ice cube in so that you won't burn your mouth trying to drink it. He makes his way back to your room as quickly as he can, but careful to avoid the liquid sloshing over the sides.
When he eases the door open, he's greeted with the side of you with your eyes closed, clutching Daengmo tightly. Your breaths are deep and even, although you stir slightly when he sets the mug down on your nightstand.
“I'm here now," he reassures you quietly. “You just keep resting.”
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say in a small voice.
“Of course, I’ll always be here for you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
till death do us part collection | read it on ao3 | masterlist
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t00pr3ttyf0ry0u · 2 months ago
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mobile games for littles :33
Pocket Love: (9/10)
this game is really fun!! ive put me and my caregiver / boyfriend in it and we're living very happily ^_^ i recommend this for littles bc you can make yourself and your cg
if you don't have a caregiver, id suggest putting a fictional character you wish was your cg since you have to have a partner character to play this
(bonus points: you get a pet!!)
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Hello Kitty Lunchbox: (7/10)
i find it a bit boring when not regressed, but little me loves it so much!! i had lots of fun decorating the lunchbox once i got the hang of it, and Hello Kitty is adorable as per usual :3
id recommend this mainly for littles who love Hello Kitty because she's the reason i like playing it ^_^
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Avatar World: (8/10)
this is the bestest game everrrrr!! i have so many screenshots from playing this that ive been spamming my cg with. id recommend this for any littles, it's very fun to play :333
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tags: @ssunshinebabyy @agerelemonbloom @tiny-catzai @casssseeeyyy @clementinethetiny @bxnnymo0 @lovely-little-lamb @thebestrobinn @little-trans-bean5 @safecore-puppy
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bokunoherokomikuko · 1 year ago
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Fellow redditors who are new to Tumblr are welcome here, and while there aren't any moderated rules like in subreddits, there is a sort of social decorum that's pretty easy to pick up on.
Some tips if you're new though: - First of all: If you're new, for all the that is sensible in the world, change your icon, make a bio (doesn't have to be grand, but a little blurb is good), and/or make a post stating that you are not a bot, even if your blog is otherwise empty. This site is often plagued by spam bots, and blank blogs with default icons are often blocked out of self preservation by users.
- Second of all: Go add "X-kit Rewritten" (or "New X-kit") to your browser extensions.
- THIRDLY: You can follow tags and specific users to curate the content you want to see on your dash. Blocking doesn't stop you from seeing someone's content but you can add terms, tags, and names to your Blacklist (found in blog specific settings) and shield yourself a bit that way. If you have one of the extensions mentioned above, you can also block specific posts.
- Commit to the bit; If there's a joke, a bit, a playing going on, contribute (if you want to)! Makes it more fun.
- Nothing dies here. There are still posts from 2008 circling around and still making laughs. Don't worry about when a post was made, if you like it, reblog it!
- Reblog things!! No seriously, if you like something, the upvote system here is to reblog it so other people can see it. Likes are more like your private stash of posts you've liked or seen already (you can make likes and follows private in settings). Reblogs do not need a caption, if you've got nothing to say, don't. Lurk all you want, make your blog reblogs only, it's okay!
- Want to say something but don't want too much attention? Reblog and type in the tags area instead of the caption area. Doing this is more talking to yourself and maybe a few followers in spirit. If people like what you had to say, they'll add your tags to a post, just be aware. If you don't want that, a basic courtesy for yourself is to tag your post #do not reblog OR #Do not screenshot caption
- Tumblr tags can have spaces in them! They're separated by commas.
- You can make sideblogs! Got multiple interests but don't want them all in one big blog soup? Create a side blog to curate what you post and reblog. Make sure to use tags if you want that extra bit of organization.
This isn't everything, we'd be here all day if I listed it all, but it's a good few tips. This is a safe place for new peeps trying to get their feet wet. Please enjoy yourselves, be safe, and have fun.
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quodekash · 7 months ago
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wassup bitches, im back babyyy (I spammed my friend last night and told myself I wouldnt do a Tumblr post, and yet here I am, doing a Tumblr post of every screenshot and comment I sent to my friend)
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HOLY SHIT THATS A FUCKING PAINTING
WHAT THE HELL
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AYYE I THINK I'VE FOUND WINNY
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was fuckin right bitches
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rly thought that was mark pakin for a minute
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I truly adore him
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jj!
tbh it feels like some kind of rule in gmmtv where they have to have at least one of the jutamas twins in an airing show at any given time, cos like. theyre always there.
hidden agenda and dangerous romance were airing at the same time for a little bit, and aj was in one while jj was in the other
and now 23.5 and we are are airing at the same time, and aj's in one while jj's in the other
I just think its neat 👍
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SATANG
SATANG SATANG SATANG
WE’RE LIKE FIVE MINUTES IN AND ITS ALREADY WNST TIME BITCHESSSS
its so fun to see winny as the master at something while satang's the noob, I like this a lot
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oh babygirl you aren't listening to a word hes saying
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hell yeah we're already getting these corny-ass moments that are so unrealistic but so funny (I love corny-ass moments in bls)
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I think that maybe they should kiss
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Babes stop staring at him you’re way too obvious (satang looks so adorable here tho look at him)
omg I never couldve guessed what pond's character was studying
he's an engineering student 🤯🤯🤯
no one's ever joined this field of study before in a bl
how shocking
I am shooketh
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no <3
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I LOVE POON'S CHARACTER IMMEDIATELY
he's so real for that
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get ready boys (gender neutral), its time for ✨alcoholism✨
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I love these bastards so much
pun has immediately rocketed all the way up to my favourite character so far
dont get me wrong, I love all of them
but like. just look at him
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PUN JUMPING INTO CHAIN'S ARMS 💀
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five broooos, chillin in the one bed
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AAAAA HOLY SHIT
punchain: 🥰🥰
the other side of the bed:
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LMAO HOW THE HELL'D THEY END UP LIKE THAT
I love how aou’s character SO CLEARLY has a crush on boom’s character and boom hasnt even been INTRODUCED yet
(btw ill use the character names more and more as time goes on, i just have shit name memory at the start of shows)
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HES SO TINY
HE'S A LITTLE MUNCHKIN
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HHHHHHHHH 😭😭
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SO SILLY GOOFY
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his hair here is so funny to me
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THERE HE IS, FINALLY!
THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND THE BOOM
pond has ✨daddy issues✨ (unsurprising)
aight that's all, next week's gonna be a blast, ill almost certainly be back
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lady-quen · 3 months ago
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[Edit: Already an outdated artstyle for him X) my scribbly anime style does not work as well here.]
Got back into Guild Wars 2, specifically into my Commander of 9 years - *coughs* did somebody order YET another severely unwell tree man for the gw2 community? I got y'all covered. Presenting my Harbinger-Reaper, (I swap) Maelmordha. I can't draw sylvari for shite, but slowly getting there.
Gonna get a bit rambley about his design under readmore, I have moots who aren't that far in the story yet so spoilers for Heart of Thorns and Path of Fire down below. Bonus: ingame screenshot spam because I love him very much.
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A thirdborn of the Cycle of Dawn and born diplomat, it was quite unusual for the kind Maelmordha to be awakened with a talent for necromancy and curiosity for all things morbid, but that would only come in handy with the initial parts of his Wyld Hunt. There's very little canon-divergency up until PoF here.
If you're wondering where the monster hand comes from, that'd have to be the last mission of HoT - resisting Mordremoth took its toll, leaving Mael with a mutated Vinetooth left arm - stronger, but less dexterous, and occasionally covered with Kas' mesmer magic.
Now the ill-fated duel with Balthazar is where things really went wrong, even compared to canon. Having been cornered and killed - in a deliberately humiliating and painful fashion - The Commander, filled with anger and fear for Aurene's life, sought to come back to finish the job. He slew and took the Eater of Souls' life force for his own, forever replacing his red glow with a ghastly cyan. Subsequently, he was not really alive anymore; Closest to a lich than anything else and capable of surviving most otherwise lethal injuries. Unfortunately, the act of rising from the dead rendered him Soundless.
Being killed is also, ironically, how he acquired his Harbinger talents, having learned to utilize the energy of negative emotion (both his own and of those around him) to empower his necromantic magic. As such, he's at his most fearsome - and least stable - during large-scale battles, relying on his allies to not be overwhelmed by channeling vast amounts of pain and death. While still kind where it matters, he has since developed an outwardly cold and sassy personality.
Maelmordha's hand cannon, Thorn from Destiny the Bellringer, was also forged from the Eater of Souls.
(I'm currently up to LWS4 Long Live the Lich in my story playthrough and would appreciate if spoilers for anything further could be avoided 🫡 anyway say hiiii if you're a sylvari main too 💜)
Bonus pre-PoF pic :)
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lockandkeyhyena · 4 months ago
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What happened with you and the warrior cat community?
oh boy lol basically i got ostracised and callout docs spread about me with trumped up and false claims in them because of the fact i supported people who identified as bi gay/bi lesbian. i’m widely regarded in the community as lesbiphobic because of this and a lot of people believe i draw porn of feral animals because that was in the callout doc for a little bit (i liked some art by someone who turned out to be a proshipper and drew an ahegao when i was 14). all of this happened because four or five people in the community decided that bi lesbians are lesbiphobic and so i must be a terrible person.
idk i’ve never understood the need to make callout docs. when i found out a mlp/warrior cats artist i loved didn’t believe ace/aro people were part of the lgbt community i just… stopped interacting with their stuff. i dont think theyre dangerous or a bad person, they just have an opinion i disagree with and think is harmful. i would never consider spreading a fucking document around about them
anyway the view is lovely up here on this high horse lol
OH AND THEN my map servers got raided by a person well known in the community for being shitty and the chats were spammed with racial slurs, calls for people to kill themselves and the claim that mspec lesbians arent valid.
(most of) the people who started the hate train on me proceeded to take no accountability whatsoever and promptly claimed that none of this was their fault and i was still a bad person
thats the long and short of it, i’ve probably skewed the perspective a little bit so i’d encourage you to look into it yourself but most of the docs and tweets have been deleted lol i’ll see if i can find some remaining screenshots
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unhinged-summer-fun · 3 months ago
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common grounds (oshamir) - chapter 6
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Pairing: Osha Aniseya x Qimir "The Stranger" Warnings lol: blood and violence <3
A/N: Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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chapter 6: the masquerade
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Was going through her sister’s phone unethical? Sure. Was this whole thing a huge fucking risk she shouldn’t be taking? Certainly. Was she doing it anyway?
Hell, yes, she was.
After going their separate ways, Osha turned over the half-promise she’d given the stranger two days ago. 
I’ll think about it.
It was a curse. Here, in the unforgiving clarity of Wednesday, she could think about nothing else. Training with someone who saw potential and value in her sounded better than heaven.
But he’d left her with no way to give him her answer. He told her he couldn’t risk stopping by the Temple as often as he had been. I am banned, you know.
That was how she justified this insanity. I have no way of getting through to him like normal, and Mae was the only person who regularly met with him. She’s the best bet for finding him. And besides, she’s been lying to me for two years; I deserve to be a little ethically questionable.
Even still, the air was thick with tension—but that could’ve just been steam from the shower.
None of the contacts she scrolled through looked like they fit the stranger. Would she even save his number in her phone? She checked the text threads next, her eyes entirely focused on the unsaved numbers. Perhaps resignation had her gliding past the threads with Sol, and the multiple group chats Mae was a part of—places where Osha didn’t belong.
She must have deleted his shit the second she cut ties with him.
Osha bit down hard on her lower lip to bury her frustration. Where else, where else…
NYAAAAA!
“Fucksake, Pip, don’t be a fucking narc,” she whispered, removing the kitten from the room and resuming her shady behavior.
Mae dropped a bottle in the shower, nearly sending Osha jumping out of the window in fright. It was a miracle she stayed quiet. She refocused, ignoring the slight tremble of her fingers. 
Oh shit, why didn’t she check there first?
She found the list of blocked numbers in Mae’s call records and, instead of screenshotting it and sending it to herself, took a picture of the screen with her phone. It was old school, but it left no trace.
One of these better be him.
Mae shut off the shower, and Osha quickly put her phone back where it had been and walked out of the room without looking back. She was jumpy through dinner, but since she and Mae still weren’t talking, she didn’t have to explain herself.
Afterward, she retreated to her room and performed a round of isometric poses to steady her nerves. It helped soothe the persistent ache in her leg immensely. The pleasant burn in her calf licked flames across where her ligaments usually felt brittle and iced over. Doing the exercises before bed was a double-edged sword: on one hand, she’d be warm and loose all night; on the other… it made her think of him.
The dreams left her feeling hotter than the exercises did.
What was it Mae said? You’re playing with fire? It certainly felt like it—but in this weather, she didn’t mind a bit of heat.
To temper her obsession a little, she gave herself only ten minutes to research each phone number from the photo. She quickly ruled out telemarketers, spam numbers, and various persons who wanted to contact Mae about her car’s extended warranty.
The last number on her list felt… different. It brought up zero results online, not even on a reverse number lookup. She’d been about to type it into her phone to send a probing text, but her ten minutes were up. She couldn’t get in over her head, lest the stranger consume too much of her life before she knew his name.
And what if this wasn’t even his number? She didn’t want to go to sleep disappointed if the gamble didn’t pan out. She saved the number in her phone as ? and tried not to think about it.
Everything seemed to have lost its shine on her next shift at the cafe. The coffee smelled stale, and she could not ignore her sticky hands like she used to. Every painful hour spent on her feet felt like an eternity. She needed something new.
She’d needed a lot of something new for a while now.
The silence between her and Mae continued at home. The next time family dinner rolled around, she excused herself. She only saw Sol and Mae at the Temple.
Even the classes Sol led felt off. Try as she might to put in maximum effort, she’d grown out of Sol’s tentative instruction. Her jabs landed harder on the heavy bags, some sounding like thunderclaps that split the empty air. Her legs itched to kick and thrash beneath her despite the backlash it would yield in the gym.
She even tried a few kicks on the bag in the apartment gym, which saw more of her the following week than in the last six months. What it didn’t see was the stranger.
The stranger had her fucked up. Big time.
She couldn’t rely on luck or coincidence when she wanted to see him anymore. Next time she got lucky, she promised herself, she would get his damn number at the very least.
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“This is a shit idea,” Osha muttered to herself as she walked down the street. “You’re fucking nuts, Osha.”
She’d been so focused on watching out for black ice on the sidewalk that she didn’t see that the Unknown Planet neons were all off until she’d opened the front door halfway, finding nothing but pitch-black silence within.
Every light was off, save for one at the far wall from the door. Osha stepped back a little, letting the door fall shut. The operation hours stared back at her: moonrise to sunrise.
Under the perpetually overcast sky of winter, she couldn’t tell, but she was pretty sure it was a new moon. You can’t have a moonrise with no moon, she reasoned.
But then, why was the door still open?
Osha retrieved her can of bear spray from her backpack and flicked off the safety with her thumb. She entered the empty bar quietly, on cat-light feet. When the door closed behind her, the cacophony of the city changed to a stark, screeching silence. She didn’t dare move a muscle.
Her eyes acclimated to the darkness, her ears to the silence. Very faintly, she made out the sounds of raised voices, cheers, and jeers. She stayed alert as she crept around tables crowned with upturned chairs. She stopped to listen again when she reached the singular lit sconce at the end of the cavernous bar.
The noise had grown louder, but Osha could still hear the familiar ding-ding! of a match bell. Was there a boxing gym upstairs? Nobody at the Temple cheered that loud at the events hosted there.
A set of stairs she hadn’t seen a week ago led up to a steel door on a small landing. A tattooed and bored bouncer wasn’t looking down the staircase at her; instead, he was peering through the small window in the door, looking in on whatever was happening inside.
Osha pulled back into the darkness. What was she doing? She was in an unfamiliar area of the city, chasing down hope of seeing a guy whose name she didn’t know, and she had no way of knowing where her damned curiosity would take her. She thumbed off the safety on her bear spray but kept the tube tucked in her sleeve just in case.
The bouncer frowned as she walked up the stairs. Up close, she could see two matching cauliflower ears, a split lip, and neck tattoos—and explicit confirmation that he was built like a brick shithouse. Osha met his eyes anyway, saying nothing.
“You’re coming in pretty late, miss. Half the fights are already done.” His voice was as gravelly and deep as she imagined, but the politeness took her a little off guard.
She tried channeling Mae as she told a small lie. “I was told the wrong time.”
The bouncer looked her over with a more critical eye, grunting. “Well. Hope whoever told you gets their shit rocked tonight.”
He opened the door for her, and she was instantly hit with a wall of noise. Hot air, humid from effort and shouting, hit her next, followed by the scent of sweat—and a little bit of blood. She tugged her hood over her head as she walked in, embracing a bit of stifling heat in exchange for a concealed appearance. It was doubtful anybody here would recognize her, though.
Though the area was centrally lit to highlight the festivities, she could tell this wasn’t a boxing gym—a fighting gym, but not for any discipline she knew. What she thought were people standing on the wall turned out to be body-opponent bags lined up with military precision. All the equipment was set with evident respect and intentionality, not a thing out of place as far as she could tell.
And in the center of the room stood a cage.
She’d done some research into what he’d been talking about. She knew most MMA fights took place in a fenced-in open-air ring, but those rings never had a lid. The cage walls were pretty high, about twice the height of the average man. It seemed less like a fighting ring for humans and more like an inhumane, fucked-up snow globe full of violence.
Surrounding it was a crowd of around seventy-five people, bunched so close it almost seemed they were part of the platform. Three sets of bleachers held the rest of the observers, and a half-dozen more leaned on the rail of a balcony overlooking all at one end of the cavernous space.
Inside the cage, two men fought with wicked-looking spears—halberds, if she remembered correctly. The crack! of the shafts connecting jarred her from her drifting fugue, and Osha approached the crowd so she wouldn’t be seen as an outsider and garner unwanted attention.
Was this where the stranger trained and fought? It had to be—one of the fighters slashed the other across the chest in a small spray of blood. Instead of crying out or screaming, the injured competitor groaned in frustration over the sound of mixed cheering and grumbling. It was the single most confusing reaction to violence she’d ever seen.
She got closer despite her self-preservation screaming otherwise. The heady scent of spilled blood hung in the air like incense, and this brutal, lawless place suddenly felt more sacredly profane than anywhere else she’d ever been. This was no church or temple, but it was powerfully holy nonetheless. 
Osha found a place for herself in the stands.
As the previous fighters left the cage and melted away into the locker rooms, two more took their place. The announcer, a tall, pale man with spindly old-man arms, called their names like a pro wrestling emcee. Some matches had both fighters wielding weapons; others only had one weapon thrown in the middle to be fought over for advantage. Very few matches were unarmed, and when they were, it was indescribably brutal to see. The rules of engagement became clear in one of those bare-knuckle fights:
First blood wins the bout but doesn’t stop it—only the timer, submission, or unconsciousness did. Only one submission happened during the night, and when it had, the crowd was in an uproar, near-humiliating the poor soul who didn’t want his shoulder dislocated.
It seemed that for legal purposes, some holds were barred here.
She traded off between watching the fight and watching the audience, and she couldn’t tell who was more bloodthirsty.
After about an hour of fights, some unspoken signal rippled through the crowd. All at once, a hush fell over the entire space, reverent as a moment of benediction.
“For our final match,” the announcer called, “we have moved away from spears and swords to return to Pure! NHB! Fighting!” The crowd joined in his excitement, rattling the old aluminum seats beneath her. A quick glance at the balcony showed it empty. 
“—I’ve got eighty on White-Top tonight.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
“Smiley can’t win every time.”
Osha listened in on the conversation beside her, keeping her eyes on the announcer grandstanding at the center of the ring. He vamped while two expedient workers squeegeed off the blood from the floor mat.
“If you’re still betting on that, you’re welcome to lose your money. The thing place worth placing bets on is in the inner-ring particulars.”
“Like what?”
“—bring you eight of the finest fighters this gym has to offer! In one corner, the rookie in yellow—”
“—Who goes down first, who does Smiley take down first—”
“The Dizzykid!”
“—and how long it’ll take to put ‘em down.”
Mild applause started as a shirtless man bounced into the ring. He did a hopping lap before settling against one of the corners. Rookie confidence, Osha’s fighting mind said. The yellow balaclava he wore looked fucking nasty, half stained with old blood. The two gamblers beside her spoke in unison.
“He’s going down first.”
She probably shouldn’t have laughed. She’d done her best not to draw attention to herself for the last hour of fights, but at the unanimous and bored condemnation of the Dizzykid, she couldn’t help herself. Luckily, the gamblers didn’t seem to hear it; even if they did, they didn’t care.
The announcer spoke through the rest of the introductions, men and women fighting in one bout together. Most of the contenders were fresh to this competition, but many bore scars that must have come from previous fights like the ones she saw before.
They all had ridiculous names, too: Dizzykid, White-Top, and a handful of others she didn’t care remembering.
The final two were introduced as repeat champions from the month before. The penultimate fighter, who wore a purple hood, was called Daybreak. She looked well-sunken into her role in the ring, all quiet confidence and restrained power.
“Daybreak was one of our two-left-standing last month and will get to defend her name and title just like her final counterpart: your nine-month reigning champion here to make it ten, the undefeated, the terrifying, SMILEY!”
The eighth fighter walked into the cage, and it instantly felt like she’d gone into freefall. Distantly, as if underwater, she could hear the crowd going wild for him. The seven fighters in the ring were already honed to precision, each beautiful and strong, but this one was heart-stopping. She clung to one solid second of denial before accepting the truth of who those huge, beefy biceps belonged to—
That was her stranger in the mask.
He wore a black balaclava. Stitched in silver to make a horrifying toothy smile, Smiley’s moniker was straightforward.
God, she hoped Smiley wasn’t his real name.
“Welcome, gentlemen—welcome, ladies.” The announcer addressed them directly, shifting from entertainer to referee. Osha did not need to strain to hear him speak because the room had gone quiet as a crypt in respect and anticipation.
The rules were simple: 30 minutes on the clock, eliminations by knockout, submission, or heavy injury.
“When you hear this whistle—” he blew a whistle four times.  “You will grab the cage with both hands and stand still until we drag out the fallen. When you hear this bell—” Ding! “The fight resumes. If you make it to the final two, congrats. If you don’t, it’s not my problem. Now: Fighters!” He blew his whistle four times.
Sixteen hands found the fence.
The announcer left the ring.
The crowd’s excitement built.
And when the bell went off—
Chaos.
Four of the fresh fighters descended on the stranger, hunting the biggest game in the cage. Osha watched in awe as he leaped straight into the air and grabbed the top of the cage. Two of the fighters whiffed their punches beneath him, and he came down right on top of them.
There were probably other things happening in the cage, but she could only watch him.
Brash and eager, the Dizzykid went down first, knocked out by the kick to the face the stranger gave him. White-Top went down next. One of the gamblers beside her groaned. Osha grinned.
The stranger was a blur in the cage, all his punches and kicks coming too fast for her to track at times. When he paused, facing away from her, her breath stuck in her throat at the sight of the thick, purple-white scar tissue slicing across his back. It made more sense now: why he was so dedicated to injury recovery and proper form.
Wouldn’t you, if you had your back broken in four places?
Her chance at melancholic reverie passed as her stranger continued to put down his remaining opponents. The other two had gone after Daybreak—if she went down, they might make it to the cage next month.
The bubbling energy of the crowd was infectious, and Osha gave in to the temptation to get a little reckless, joining the cheers. “Let’s go, Smiley! Put ‘em the fuck down!”
The stranger froze mid-swing.
Fortunately for him, the ref blew his whistle four times right then, and the fight paused.
Unfortunately for her, the stranger stalked to the closest fence near Osha. He held onto it but pressed closer, forehead against the chain links. He’s looking for me. The other fighters faced inward, but not him, readying themselves for the fight ahead.
His eyes blazed with heat as he scanned the crowd. He was like a rabid animal, an overheated gun, a bloody, jagged edge digging deep wherever he wanted to cut. When he found her, she felt it in her bones. She raised a hand and gave a cheeky wave, smiling.
He tilted his head to the side before sticking his fingers through the fence, waving as much as possible.
The body haulers left the ring.
The cage door closed behind them.
The stranger was still not looking away—
Ding!
The stranger took less than fifteen seconds to put down the remaining rookies, leaving him and Daybreak standing. The crowd rippled with unease. Even Daybreak seemed baffled, staggering a few steps back from the sudden total violence.
The stranger returned to where he’d been standing fifteen seconds before, pressing his face fully against the fence like Osha was nothing but inches away from him.
The crowd around her was stunned. “How’d he do that so fast?”
“Smiley is just playing with his food whenever the fights go longer than five minutes, isn’t he?”
“I think his first fight lasted eight.”
“How long was this? I can’t see the—”
“Three minutes?! What the—”
“Five takedowns tonight? Daybreak looks like she just shit her trunks.”
“Nah, Smiley respects her too much to—”
“I don’t think Smiley even looked her way tonight.”
Osha could feel eyes on her, but she didn’t look at them. She was still staring at the stranger. As the last bodies were dragged out of the cage, he drifted backward to the center for the results. After they were announced, he said something to the emcee, who nodded but didn’t seem surprised.
Daybreak and Smiley disappeared when they left the cage, and the crowd dispersed to mingle or otherwise leave. To avoid the curious stares, Osha found a dark corner to stand in. She’d become damn near nose-blind to the scent of blood, but the sight of it being squeegeed off the mats was still slightly morbid.
Someone approached her hiding spot.
“Are you Osha?”
It was the announcer. This close, he loomed—even taller than the stranger. Only then did she remember the bear spray in her sleeve.
“Who’s asking?”
“You can call me Mr. Wise. Smiley asked for you.” She could see the glint in his eyes. He was dangerous but in a different way than her stranger. “Will you come with me?”
Alarm bells rang like hell in her head, but she chose to dance along to the tune. “Lead the way.”
Mr. Wise led her to a small door near where she’d come in; stairs led to the level above and the bar below. It smelled more like cigarettes than blood in here. “Just up there. The black door at the end.” Then he left her alone.
At the end of the long, twisting flight of stairs, Osha found... dressing rooms? The landing she stood on was connected to a hall of doors, as well as an open archway to access the balcony from before. The doors she passed matched the balaclavas of the cage fighters: yellow, white, blue… and black at the end of the hall.
The first six doors were open and empty, but the black and purple doors for Smiley and Daybreak were closed. The second she stood before the black door, it swung inward, and there he was.
He’d taken off the mask. His hair was damp from the shower he must have taken, and some of it was twisted back out of his face with little fasteners, just like the night she met him. The body heat radiating off of him was felt even standing out there in the hall. It’d been six days since she last saw him, and the bright smile he gave her had her insides scrambling around like a game of musical chairs. Six days, and he still looked just as good as he did in her memory.
“Osha.”
His eyes burned with a fire she knew well—the last time she felt it, she’d been given a great shiny trophy and belt. Her stranger’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, and she spotted the darkening bruise forming on his jaw. The cut on his cheek from several days ago had healed, and the bruise around it had faded from a red-purple to a pale yellow-green. One bruise out, one bruise in. That was the price of fighting.
“Tell me your name isn’t really Smiley,” Osha blurted out.
His smile widened. “I’m only Smiley sometimes. Come in; I was doing cooldown.”
He opened the door wider for her to come in. His dressing room was sparse but not gross like the others she’d seen in the hall. After all, this room had been solely his for the last ten months. She spotted a few things she recognized on the small table: the black hoodie, backpack, and glasses. Hanging off two small clips was the mask he’d worn to fight, dripping wet.
She approached it curiously. “It’s a little freaky, isn’t it?” she said over her shoulder.
“I didn’t choose it.”
She turned to look at him. He was in a pair of low-hanging sweatpants, barefoot. Red blotches bloomed across his body, lucky shots while he made felling blows. He was holding his hands over his head, stretching his biceps, triceps, and other muscle groups that looked too good for her to think straight. He stood very still for her while she looked at him, and a little zing of pride and power zipped down her spine.
“But… I have to win it again every time I wear it.”
She didn’t know what to say when she met his eyes again, her gaze snapping up from where it had drifted to the waistband of his sweats. He was smirking a little. Caught.
He moved them away from the potentially awkward silence by sitting on a yoga mat and resuming his cool-down stretches. She took a seat on the only chair in the room.
“How’d you hear about the fights?” he asked, falling into a deep stretch. His flexibility shouldn’t have set her heart to stutter, but she’d never seen a man go so deep in her life. The scars on his back stood out in sharp relief from this angle, and this close, she could see that they were a mix of traumas: surgery and injury twisted over themselves in a snarling knot with no end.
It’s what her ankle looked like.
“I, uh, didn’t,” she said after a few seconds of silence. He turned his head to peek an eye at her. Go on. “I didn’t even know there was a gym. I just wanted to go to the bar, but the lights were off.”
“And you just went in?”
“The door was open. And…” She pulled the bear spray out of her sleeve and showed it to him before putting it in her bag. “I wasn’t without protection.”
“Smart girl.”
She nearly choked on air but quickly recovered. When her bag was zipped, she crossed her legs and cleared her throat. “You don’t live in the city this long and feel safe without a can of bear spray,” she said.
“You could carry an actual weapon.”
“I’d prefer not to.”
“Why?”
“I’d probably hurt myself before I hurt anybody else.”
He released the pose and adjusted his grip to stretch his feet and ankles. She recognized the different stretch combinations he was doing—she did them every night before bed. Her mind threatened to teeter into that can of worms, but he pulled her out of it.
“Don’t count yourself out, Osha. What’d I tell you? You’re a lion.” When he gave a breathy laugh and showed her his languid smile, she recognized more than the exercises—she saw more of herself in him than anticipated. His goofy grin wasn’t just part of a conjured persona. This was how he truly smiled when he hit that fighter’s high. It was how she smiled.
“I didn’t mean to distract you earlier.”
He laughed at the half-apology, pulling his feet in for a groin stretch. He tugged his shorts up his thighs for better flexibility, and he watched her reaction from the corner of his eye. His expression said, now, who’s distracted?
“You didn’t distract me,” he said, giving her a break and looking down. You surprised me, sure. I thought I got my bell rung and was hearing what I wanted.” He leaned into the stretch, groaning softly at the deeper burn. “I was glad to see you,” he said tightly. She wondered how much of it was from muscle strain and how much was from emotion.
Her heart galloped behind her ribs. Hearing him speak like that, make sounds like that—god, she was in trouble. She took a shuddering breath and held it to try and get her shit together, but it only half-worked.
“I was glad to see you, too.” She could only see a sliver of his face, but she saw him smile. “I liked, uh, seeing you fight. I’d been wondering about it for a while.”
“Oh, I’ve been on your mind?” he smirked at her, but his expression wasn’t remotely malicious.
“Can you blame me?”
The stranger seemed pleased with her answer, a shared refrain from several conversations together. He released the stretch and rolled seamlessly onto his back, holding one knee to his chest. He lolled his head to the side to look at her, self-satisfied. “Why did you come to the bar tonight, Osha?”
He was going to make her say it. Bastard.
“Well, Yord hasn’t broken the espresso machine, and you said you weren’t coming around anyway. You haven’t been at the apartment gym, and I couldn’t find anything about you on the internet to track you down. You’re very hard to get ahold of, you know.”
“I know.”
“So the last place I knew you might be… was here. Well, downstairs.”
He nodded, idly tracing his thumb over his kneecap. It was distracting. “You’ve been looking for me, then?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Damnit, hadn’t she said enough for him? He blinked at her, lazy as a cat but twice as sharp.
Fuck it.
“I wanted to see you.”
He made a pleased noise, switching to hold his other leg. He settled into the stretch, breathing slowly like he was savoring those five words he’d dragged past her lips. “Have you thought about my offer?”
She supposed she’d gotten what she wanted. If she was pursuing him this hard, she had her answer. Why did she go looking for him? She wanted to see him. Why did she want to see him? Because she wanted to train—or perhaps another reason she wasn’t being honest with herself about.
He released his leg and sat up fluidly, kneeling before her. He rested both hands on his thighs and tilted his head to the side, considering her openly. Messy-haired, skin still bright and flushed from the fight, kneeling on the floor, he looked penitent, beseeching.
“What do you want, Osha?”
“In order?”
“If you wish.” His lips twitched, suppressing a smile.
She held up three fingers, ticking them off one by one. “In order: I want your number, I want a drink, and I want you to train me.”
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CHAPTER 7
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toa-archive · 5 months ago
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While Trollhunters is aired on netflix, in some countries children's channels have also picked up a temporary contract to air it. Three such instances were Cartoon Network in Sweden, Norway and Denmark who shared identical websites and had video clips never shown on the English speaking side of things.
One of them did not stop there. Oh no, the Danish Cartoon Network site decided Troldejægerne needed youtuber sponsorship involvement! All three websites are now gone and all traces of Trollhunters on their respective youtube accounts have been delisted likely when the contracts ran out. This means the below is lost media now surviving purely from spamming friends/long suffering victims when they were first found. Due to the original language barrier and the videos being removed it is unknown who this person is. Should his name be found however this post will be updated with it.
First up, a thumbnail! For whatever reason and possibly because search engines have an annoying habit of picking up things they shouldn't, the original still exists in cache form attached to an entirely unrelated video. Hopefully this proves it wasn't all a weird fever dream? Those who saw the video at the time I can feel you cringing at your screens.
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The following were taken as the video was being watched as it was about 20 minutes or so long from memory. This abomination of chocolate, of which very little was in liquid form when it was poured in there and there were gummy worms involved too, representing 'mud'. Despite ground up brownies and who knows what else this thing was so thick the straw got stuck and had zero suction. The face is still being used as a discord emote because, well.
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Then we had the fusion art because why not I guess?
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Afterwards the chocolate abomination clearly was not enough. He melted gummies, mixed in flour and created slime for exact purposes I genuinely do not recall. The cake did not deserve it and this stuff got literally everywhere it was so sticky.
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The last thing screenshot was pretty cute though! Grow your own crystal kits have never really gone out of fashion so he made his own DIY version. There was either two or three though only only the cute pink heart was screenshot.
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Anyway enjoy this random bit of Trollhunters trivia!
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nochiquinn · 6 months ago
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a friend got me hades 2 and this is the easiest way to spam screenshots
only spoilers under the cut
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SHE. I loved her old design with the more dynamic pose but I always saw her hair as a hood so this works out better for me in the long run djkflsk
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A Baby. (I can't figure out what the flower in her belt is tho)
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HELLO????
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also: rude
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for the longest time I thought that was a long pipe she was carrying, but no, it's a fire poker, and she's going to beat your ass with it. (also the brazier basket on her skirt? and as a choker???)
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she's just cute
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this is not. this screenshot is literally saved as "no.png".
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this would have been an innocuous, if creepy bit of set design had melinoe not gone "it's watching me". like thanks I hate it
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no, I've got time. tell me stories, odysseus. tell me about the strange music, odysseus.
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this seems to just be the placeholder art for characters that don't have finalized designs yet (⭐early access⭐) but tbh I just like it on its own
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this might be hard to see but I just like her little frustrated/thinking pose
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h e r
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this one is only funny to a very specific subset of people but it made me laugh/groan/yell so it's going in the post
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