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bunnnali · 2 years ago
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my mind is a constant battle between thr thoughts “what if nana was secretly talented all along” and “NOOO BUT THAT RUINS RHE WHOLE POINT AND THE EMPOWERMENT BEHIND NANA BEING TALENTLSSS BUT JUST AS/MORE COMPETENT AND STRONGER THAN THE TALENTED STUDENTS !!! NANA BEING TALENTLESS IS INSPIRING AND COOL AND SHOWS THAT HAVING POWERS ISNT WHAT MAKES A PERSON POWERFUL”  
But also I think it would be rly interesting to see nana cope with that and I think nana with powers…so cool. So fun. but if they ever did this in canon I would lose my SHIT because realistically it would be SUCH  a bad twist and SO upsetting 
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marsipain · 2 months ago
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Norwegian Mikus :)
Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!
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karda · 4 months ago
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that one hlvrai tumblr fan shape post is so real
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ravewing · 2 months ago
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alber toss .. click for better quality😖
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souperbat · 4 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIM!!
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pup-pee · 1 month ago
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kyle keychain design
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nitroish · 6 months ago
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sand! a mind from an au of mine. hes doing his best.
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bizlybebo · 1 month ago
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sorry im still dead and will probably continue 2 be…. take this as penance
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abnomi · 2 months ago
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Whatever ok whatever .
Heartwarming: 80s transgender parappa trains their middle aged pet homonculus corpse how to love
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alt versions below!!!
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slightlyunconventional · 7 months ago
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hi snz squad (Sorry. Not funny.) i got some food for the h/awks fans FINALLY sorry for the wait i had writers block for like a month straight 😜 love that. anyway heres about 1.7k of allergic h/awks and some really badly written fighting/sparring LMAO enjoy!!
“You ready, birdie?” Dabi says, his lopsided grin wicked as usual.
“As I’ll ever be,” replies Hawks. The villain’s left hand is swallowed by bright cerulean flames, so hot there’s already faint plumes of smoke puffing out around it. In turn, Hawks draws his two longest feathers and sharpens them with ease, and raises them into a defensive position. He wonders, briefly, who’ll make the first move, then decides that these sparring sessions are for him to improve against fire; Dabi’s skills are perfectly fine as they are (Perhaps. He does sometimes think the man could do with some extra precision training, but he’s here to incinerate, not sauté, so who’s Hawks to judge?). Hawks lunges forward, feather-blades brandished, aiming straight for Dabi. Don’t hold back runs through his head over and over as he moves, the words Dabi keeps having to say to him every time they do this. It’s not Hawks’ fault he’s got such a hero complex. 
“Don’t hold back,” Dabi had said, flexing his wrists after their spar, “There’s no point in doing this if you aren’t gonna show me your full potential.”
Hawks had sighed. “Easier said than done, hot stuff.”
Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Is it?” he said, “You seem to be just fine facing off against any other villain when you’re on fuckin’ hero patrol.”
“That’s different, and you know it,” Hawks had replied, “This is training. I can’t just- make myself fight you properly without good reason.” He let out another long breath and drank from his water bottle.
“It’s cause we fucked, isn’t it?” Dabi had said, smirking. That had made Hawks splutter on his water. He glared indignantly at Dabi.
“Absolutely fucking not,” he declared. “You wish that was why.”
“Relax, I’m just messing,” said Dabi, with that shit-eating smirk still on his face. “Just fight harder next time, or whatever. Ain’t gonna learn anything if you don’t try.” He left the room, and Hawks had frowned after him.
Dabi sidesteps Hawks, but only just. Had he moved a millisecond later, Hawks’ blades would probably have been stuck in him. Whether that’s for the worse or the better, Hawks can’t decide - Dabi’ll probably chastise him for it later, but there’s only so much potential you can exhibit before stepping the boundary of actual murder. The villain’s blue flames have caught on the very edge of Hawks’ feather, and are creeping down its lengths with some pace, threatening to reduce the entire thing to ash. He quickly shakes it out and lifts the blades once again. If he can convince Dabi he’s planning on sticking this whole spar out melee-style, then maybe he can discreetly send some feathers behind for an ambush. He just needs to find the right moment. 
Then, Dabi raises his own hand and throws a stripe of glowing blue fire straight at Hawks. Right as he does so, Hawks takes his chance and releases a few medium-sized feathers, sending them to hover in position behind Dabi, ready to make their move from the rear. He ducks down, and just in time, too, as he feels the searing heat of Dabi’s attack barely inches from the top of his head. He does his best to ignore the sting in his eyes and how every blink threatens to send irritated tears sliding down his face, but it’s unexpected��� that doesn’t tend to happen, and there’s normally a whole lot more fire involved in their fights than there is now. But, Dabi’s unrelenting nature doesn’t allow Hawks more than a moment of thought, and he’s almost instantly back upright, sharpened feathers pointing outwards, stalking Dabi back towards the wall. He keeps having to blink against his blurring vision, though, and it’s affecting his focus. If Dabi picks up on it, he doesn’t say anything. There’s still a thin plume of smoke issuing from his feather, too; those flames are no joke. Hawks crosses the feathers in his hands, preparing to drive forward and strike - if all goes to plan, Dabi will assume that’s all he’s going to do, and counterattack accordingly, then Hawks can compromise him with the feathers he has poised behind the villain. If all goes to plan.
And thankfully, it does, if you look past the single tiny snag. As predicted, Dabi releases a billowing explosion of fire straight forwards. Hawks’ blades are both ignited, but that’s neither here nor there, since he’s focused on bringing his other feathers back from behind Dabi, and up to his throat, mere millimetres away from his skin. They aren’t sharpened, but he doesn’t need to know that. Hawks knows he daren’t step into them to test. 
Dabi’s eyebrows lift up, his expression a mix of amused and impressed. “Not bad,” he says, glancing down towards the feathers at his throat. “Not exactly a technique that’ll work every time, but I didn’t see it coming, so that’s gotta count for something.”
Then comes that tiny snag. Hawks stops listening halfway through Dabi’s sentence when his sinuses start stinging like crazy, with such sharpness that it makes his eyes water even more than they already are. He sniffs, half testing the waters, half hoping it’ll make the sting go away, but unfortunately it only makes it worse. Just as Dabi lifts his hands up to incinerate the feathers in front of his neck so they can begin another round of sparring, Hawks sends said feathers rapidly towards the villain’s arms and pins him against the wall.
“Sorry, what–” he begins, startled.
Hawks lifts the fur-lined collar of his jacket and ducks down into it. For a moment, nothing happens, but–
“heHt’sSHHhue!”
Dabi pulls a face. “I swear to God, if you’re doing this and you’ve got a fucking c–”
“ah’hAH-! eH’SHHhyu! No, you cock, I don’t have a cold. I’m not that stupid.”
“You are, but okay,” Dabi says flatly, “Why do I have to be pinned to the fuckin’ wall?”
“‘Cause your psycho ass would probably attack me while I waahhs s-sn-hahh! hheh’sHHh’hiew!”
He pitches forward into his collar again, cutting himself off mid-sentence with a third desperate sneeze. They’re already getting harder to keep in check; and what the fuck is itching this badly? Sure, it’s mid-spring, and his hayfever’s probably acting up a bit, but no way in hell is it this bad. Maybe he’s just… sensitive today. He didn’t bother checking the pollen count this morning, so…
“You think I would do such a thing?” says Dabi dramatically in mock offence, “Sweet, innocent me?”
“Shut up. Yes, you absolutely woul- Jesus– h-haHh!...” Hawks’ breath catches sharply in his throat, but he’s exhaling shakily a moment later. 
“Lost it,” he says, only a little breathlessly, “You are the furthest thing from innocent and we both know that.”
The need to sneeze hasn’t left Hawks, despite the last one having eluded him. It’s laying dormant (for now), an incessant buzzing high in his nose that seems to also be accompanied by profusely watering eyes. He tries scrunching his nose to quell the feeling - it doesn’t help but rather slightly the opposite. Dabi arches an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You gonna let me go or what?”
“Uhh… oh! Right, sorry. Instinct, I guess,” Hawks says. He withdraws the feathers holding Dabi in place and the villain subsequently takes a few steps towards him. There’s still smoke rolling off of his arms, where he’d used his quirk, and it floats lazily upwards in greyish plumes. That smoke has always been mesmerising to Hawks, the way it curls and twists, almost as gracefully as Dabi’s flames themselves. It seems different to regular smoke, though, realistically it probably isn’t, and Hawks has just convinced himself it is so he has something else about Dabi to admire with childish adoration. The smell of it often clings to Dabi, though, fainter, obviously, but it’s still distinct if you’re up close. It’s filling the air now, the bitter scent comforting, strong, but stinging, and–
“-ah’hHahH-?!” Caught completely off guard, Hawks desperately draws in a staggered breath before he’s truly able to comprehend it. 
“hh’heHSHHh-iihHSCHHh’ue! Huuhh… fucking Jesus–” The double volleys through him with unexpected force, leaving him more than a little winded (but almost certainly not finished).
Dabi’s staring at him now, his expression half concerned, half incredulous. Can’t exactly blame him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Hawks is already cutting him off with another sneeze.
“haH’iihtTSHHhyu!”
“So, about that cold you don’t have?” Dabi says, after Hawks has recovered - for now - with a series of pitiful sniffles and a less than kind rub at his nose with one gloved hand. 
“No, it’s–” his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, “it’s not that, I think it’s, ihh-it’s–”
Dabi shakes his head. “Sneeze first, speak after.”
“Rihhh– right, yeah I– hah-hhaHH’sSHHuuhh! ehHISHHhue! Jeez, okay, done now..” Hawks isn’t one to sneeze loudly per se - they’re usually softer, fairly subdued - but these ones are well on their way there. They’ve got the same intonation as usual, but with the intensity amped up a shocking degree. He’s not quite used to it.
“Done, done?” 
“Yeah, whatever– ‘m not sick, I think it’s your-” Hawks gestures vaguely at Dabi with one hand, and the latter’s eyebrow raises again, “-yourhhHehHTSChhnn!”
“What did I just say?” Dabi says, exasperated, and maybe a little fond.
“Leave me alone, that one didn’t give me any warning-!” whines Hawks in response, “You are so mean to me.”
“I know. Now spit it out, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat,” replies the villain dryly. 
Hawks rolls his still-watery eyes. “Shut up. It’s your smoke, I think,” he finally gets out.
Dabi looks slightly perplexed by this, and he voices it, “Never bothered you before.”
“No, I know, but,” He needs desperately to sneeze again. It’s all-consuming, but he’s determined to at least get a sentence out; “spring allergies’re making me s-sensitive to it.. I think that’s it, anyway–hhah sorry, I reahhllyneedto-hhiihSHHh-ehhH’shHHuue! Ugh.”
“Oh. Okay,” says Dabi, “so probably best we take a break for today, then?”
“Mm, yeah,” Hawks replies, knuckling at his nose. 
“Postmature bless you, by the way,” Dabi says with a funny look. Hawks nearly laughs.
“...Postmature?” 
“Yeah, like the opposite of premature. Is that the opposite of premature? Screw off, you’ve got me questioning myself now,” he replies, trying and failing to hide a stupid smile.
“It is now, I s’pose,” says Hawks, not at all fondly, “Thanks.”
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thebiter · 1 month ago
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been thinking about dizzy (the ship) a lot and i actually really like it
theres something about the inherent tragedy of it
i might not be able to make awesome fanart like all the people on here but i am very very good at rambling so heres my unedited unrevised thoughts about it
lizzy and doll are what historians would call "very good friends." they do everything together. despite the differences everyone else sees between them, they know each other and understand each other and care about each other. and in the case of dizzy, they want each other.
the thing that you have to understand about these two characters is that they have one similarity. they are very good at putting up a front.
doll shows this very well, we see her being a bit silly and expressive and fun a few times but as soon as its her time to enter the spotlight and enter the cast of main characters properly, shes a totally different person. her front, her mask, is a person who is cold and calculated. someone who is capable and independent and mysterious. nobody knows what she wants and she wants it to stay that way
lizzy. i dont think people give her enough credit for this. shes the popular girl. her entire thing is putting up a front. nobody, and i mean nobody, is actually 100% Like That. she is very good at performance. playing a role for an audience. lizzys front is one of disinterest. of compliance because it is the path of least resistance. doll is her friend after all, why should she care if she becomes a serial killer just to enact a revenge plot. anything for her besties.
and thats a very interesting dynamic to me. doll pretends not to care about anything to hide the fact that she does care. shes trying to save the world after all! and also maybe a certain drone in particular. and then theres lizzy. lizzy pretends not to care about dolls actions to hide the fact that she does care. about doll.
like are you seeing what im seeing. these two want the best for each other. theyre both trying to protect each other. but in their very unwise attempts to hide the truth from each other. to not hurt each others feelings. they fail to just. communicate
so lizzy never tries to stop doll
and doll never stops to consider lizzys feelings
lizzys sole act of rebellion was an attempt to save a life. she warned v just barely too late. the one time lizzy ever broke her front, took off the mask. it was only to save someone elses life
dolls sole act of compassion was to allow lizzy to know about her plans at the prom in the first place. her need for revenge.
and yet neither of these are about each other.
they wear the masks for each other after all
lizzy let it down to save v because v was not who she put up a front for
doll let it down to get closer to lizzy because it wasnt even related to her real grander plans
in the end they both kept their masks up for too long
lizzy never stopped doll from leaving on a trip to her own death
and doll never told lizzy about what was really going on in the world around her
in their misguided attempts to protect each other they both failed. worse than failed. they were enabling each others behaviors.
lizzy let doll do whatever she wanted and doll allowed lizzy to feign ignorance
all because they were both too scared of what might happen if they told the truth
that conflict was the only thing they feared
but it was the one thing they needed
and now its too late
and neither of them could save the other
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s0re-loser · 2 years ago
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Raw Nov 3 1997
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dirk-menace · 21 days ago
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tw blood
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wow.... they must be from wheresyourheadat dot com.......
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atthebell · 4 months ago
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almost three months with no cellbit not sure if i can bear it any longer
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garygoldenbignaturals · 24 days ago
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0 days old rich faildaughter ventrue fledgeling & twice torpored autarkis tremere dream team
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sotogalmo · 3 months ago
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Sneak peek of the moonscorch draft! This is how most of it will go as (first explaining some of the characters' traits, and then going to Moonscorch form. Using Flor as the example:3)
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(Her part is so long I gotta do three screenshots of it- but !!! Fun!! Having fun!!! I love Jane :3)
( @dannybobany this is what hyperfixation does to a girl/silly. / @solei-eclipse ; how my draft is comin' along! / @alien-til-i-stage <- since Mesmerizer actually helped me with this design for her. @rockwgooglyeyes , @starry-skiez , @solei-eclipse , @kamersona , @4listr & others)
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