#WHY IS HE HIGH???
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I was just trying to replicate the art style… 😭
#bro does NOT need mouth to mouth 😭🙏#I don’t know if I should be proud of this or not#also the doctor is high#why is he high???#STOP TRYING TO KISS THE PATIENT#okay i’ll shut up now#icp#icp art#icp fanart#shaggy 2 dope#violent j#art#fan art#artists on tumblr#digital art#juggalo#juggalette#RAHHHHHHHHH
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I'm remembering this Kieran comic I saw in Pinterest and I'm pretty sure it came from the Japanese side of the fandom and it was so unhinged I need to find it again.
And I say it's unhinged because it basically depicted Kieran smelling his furret the way people smell their cats (or at least mush their faces into them) and like, getting high(??) Off it.
Majoko artist rendition:
だれがなんですか??日本人のポケモンふぁん、これは何ですか??
#pokemon#pokemon kieran#tw drugs(?)#tw drugs#what is this#what is happening#WHY IS HE HIGH???#please tell me this is about how people rub their faces in their cats#sorry kieran#I'm so sorry Kieran fans#スグリ#スグリちゃん#KIKI NO DRUGS ARE BAD
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Every Nico Di Angelo fan focusing more on the background of the episode than the actual plot
#I wanted something!#I understand why they couldn’t show them#but a girl’s voice calling ‘Nico!’ or even a ‘Ghost King’ high score#(shhh I know that wouldn’t work with the timeline but nor does the entire episode)#edit: thank you to the people who pointed out that we hear him (so glad he’s Italian too!)#pjo#pjo series#pjo tv show#Percy Jackson#Percy Jackson spoilers#pjo spoilers#Nico Di Angelo#solangelo#also for the record I didn’t make the picture I saw it on Twitter and knew the perfect use for it
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If the Lazarus pit can restore lost limbs and bones and shit, would that mean it also restores wisdom teeth?
What I’m saying is, assuming Jason had his wisdom teeth out early (like I did), he’d have to get them out AGAIN before enacting his 5D chess revenge plan on Batman
#lazarus pit#dc#Jason Todd#red hood#Batman#dc comics#text post#he calls Bruce high as a kite sobbing and asking why he doesn’t love him#Bruce at this point has no idea Jason’s alive#Talia regrets letting Jason have phone privileges
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Ragh Barkrock to Gorgug Thistlespring in Freshman Year VS. Gorgug Thistlespring to Mary-Ann Skuttle in Junior Year
#i dont know why this was so interesting to me but i was immediately thrown back#the moment he turned around and yelled to other students with the phrase 'this freak' i went oh... oh like... like ragh did....#and to be so clear i dont think gorgug is a bully absolutely not#but something about it scratched a deep part of my brain#dimension 20#d20#fantasy high#fhjy#gorgug thistlespring#ragh barkrock#mary ann skuttle#fhfy#fantasy high junior year#zac oyama
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There’s a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Face’s people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that you’ll experience the greatest high of your life or that you’ll die.
Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasn’t been able to find a lead in weeks.
That’s when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a “white haired ghost kid”. It’s a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.
At the very end of the paper there’s an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says “if you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.”
#guys look at the tags I’m too lazy to add it to the main post#my thoughts as to why Danny hated English is because he’s helped write so many scientific papers for his parents the writing style#is ingrained into his day to day writing. this time tho he was trying to be professional for The Batman#he doesn’t want to step on Batman’s territory but since he now lives in Gotham might as well give the main powerhouse a#‘high just letting you know I’m in your city now’ gift#he doesn’t even try to hide his identity because he knows that Batman will find it eventually.#might as well help and fulfill his obsession as a consultant to the Bats#Batman now asks Danny to help with communing with the dead to help solve cases#dpxdc#danny phantom#dp x dc#bones prompts#bones writes in the tags
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Hi ! prompt idea : What if Zuko was armed during the first episode and was stranded with the water tribe while the avatar left with Katara and Sokka, Iroh on his trail for white lotus reasons.
Oh we are going to have us some FUN with "stranded with the water tribe", say no more.
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Zuko was dripping, and steaming, and staring down two dozen women and their gaggle of small children, plus that old not-the-Avatar crone from earlier. They were all cowering away from him. Which was--
Good. It was good. If they were cowering, then they hadn’t noticed how steam was not flames. He wasn’t sure he could make flames, not after the arctic water he’d landed in, with that last sight of the Avatar glowing; not after surfacing under the ice pack, after swimming, after kicking slamming breaking through and his ship was gone and there was only ocean all around and
and he’d made it back to this pathetic little camp of the Southern Water Tribe, because that was the only place he knew for sure would have shelter, and he wasn’t going to die just because they were all staring at him, even if felt like he would.
Even if the old not-the-Avatar woman could probably take him, right now. But she didn’t know that.
Zuko pulled himself up, taller than her by at least a few inches, and blew steam from his nose.
“I am commandeering one of your huts,” he said. And added, because Uncle said even a prince should be gracious: “You may choose which one.”
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She choose her own.
...The only one without children that flames might scar, or younger women to catch a soldier’s interests.
Zuko sat by her fire and determinedly started struggling out of his wet clothes and she was still in here with him--
Zuko pulled one of her animal pelts over himself, and finished fighting off his clothes. When he stuck his head back out, cheeks still reddened from what was obviously the cold, she dropped a parka on his head.
“Dry clothes, Your Highness,” she said.
The parka was much bigger than he was. He fell asleep hoping that the camp’s men were on a long, long hunting trip.
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He woke up again. Kanna tucked her favorite ulu knife away, newly sharpened, and stopped contemplating the alternative.
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“I am commandeering a ship,” he said.
The crone led him across the village, all twenty paces of it, to a row of canoes.
“Take whichever one you want,” she said. “Will you need help getting it to the water?”
Zuko looked at the canoes. Looked at the ocean. Watched a leopard seal, easily the size of the largest canoe, dozing just past the ice his own ship had broken through the day before. It was frozen again, a great icy arrow pointing from the waves to the village, snow already starting to cover it over.
Beyond was blue sky and gray ocean and white ice, floating in blocks like stepping stones, like boulders, like cliffsides.
There wasn’t even a hint of gray steel, or smoke. Or any land, besides what they were standing on.
He looked down at the canoes again. Somehow, they seemed even smaller.
“I, uh,” Zuko cleared his throat. “I’ll require supplies. Before I go.”
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They... did not have supplies. Not extra ones. This didn’t stop them from trying to give him supplies, food and blankets and anything else he could think to ask for. But each blanket was a pelt hunted by someone’s grandfather, had been inked with images and stories by someone’s mother, was the favorite of someone’s husband or brother or uncle or cousin--
They couldn’t go to the nearest market to replace things, here.
And when they talked about food, about what they could spare, they kept sneaking glances to their children, who were sneaking glances at Zuko from the huts, sticking their heads just over the snowy ledges like their fur-trimmed hoods would hide them. Their mothers and aunts shooed them away, and they crept back, like barnacle-crabs. Zuko glared, and they disappeared.
“When are your men coming back?” he asked. “They’re hunting, aren’t they?”
Oh. So that was what they looked like, when they weren’t trying to hide their hate.
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Zuko wrapped himself up in the same blanket that night. It was printed inside with fine lines and images, telling a story he didn’t know. He wondered whose favorite it was.
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Kanna wondered how quickly he’d wake—if he’d wake—if she built the fire up with wet driftwood and tundra grass, if she had one of the younger girls boost up a child to plug the air hole, if she let the smoke draw its own blanket down over this fire child.
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It was hard to know when to wake up, because the sun never set. So everyone was up before him, and they all had spears and clubs and—and nets, and trap lines, and snow googles with their single slat to protect the eyes from snow blindness. Zuko had seen those once, at the Ember Island Museum of Ethnography, where they’d gone when it was too rainy for anything more exciting.
Oh. They were going hunting.
“Give me that,” Zuko said, and took a spear.
The women looked at him. One of them adjusted her googles.
“I can hunt,” he scowled.
He did not, in fact, know how to hunt.
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“Give me that,” the Fire Prince said, and Kanna almost, almost gave him her ulu. Humans, like most animals, had an artery in their legs that would bleed them quick enough.
She kept skinning the rabbit-mink one of the women had snared.
“I can help,” he said, with less grace than most of their toddlers. Likely with the skinning skills of a toddler, too. She wasn’t going to let their unwanted visitor ruin a perfectly good pelt.
“Chop the meat,” she said, and gave him a different knife. “It’s dinner.”
“...This is really sharp,” he said a moment later, looking at the knife with some surprise.
“Is it,” said Kanna.
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Things the Fire Prince was convinced he could do: hunt (until he realized he couldn’t tell the tracks of a rabbit-mink from a leopard-rabbit apart); spear fish (at least he could dry himself); pack snow for an igloo (frustrated princes ran hot); ice fish (the prince was a problem that kept coming close to solving itself).
Things the Fire Prince could actually do: mince meat, increasingly finely; gather berries and herbs, once he stopped trying to crush them; dig roots, under toddler supervision; mend nets, after the intermediary step of learning to braid hair loopies.
“Can’t I take him ice fishing again?” asked one of the women, as she watched Prince Zuko put as much apparent concentration into braiding her daughter’s hair as his people had into exterminating hers.
“Wait,” said another woman, sitting up straight. “Wait wait wait. I just had an idea.”
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Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.
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Summer was coming to an end. The sun actually set, now, and the night was getting longer, and colder. The salmon-otter nets were mended and ready. The smoking racks were still full of cod-lemmings. The children were all a little older, the women all a little more used to doing both halves of their tribes’ chores; a little more used to not watching the horizon, waiting for help to come.
The Fire Prince was staring at the canoes again.
“Are you actually going to try leaving in one of those?” Kanna asked.
“...No.”
“Come on, then; someone needs to watch the kids while the women are hunting.”
She didn’t leave him alone with them, of course. But she could have.
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Elsewhere, the war continued.
The moon turned red, for a moment none could sleep through; they did not learn why.
The comet came and went, leaving their castaway prince laying on the beach, his breath fogging up into the night sky above him, as the energy crashed from his system as quickly as it had come. Above, lights began to dance in the sky; Zuko pulled his hood up, so none of those spirits—children, dead too soon—got any ideas about kicking his head off to be their ball.
The war had ended. The world didn’t feel any different; no one in the south would know until spring came again.
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Suffice it to say, Sokka and Katara were not prepared for this particular homecoming.
#Sokka: please stop calling my Gran-Gran by her first name. please.#Kanna: you’re right Sokka he can call me Gran-Gran#Sokka: THAT IS WORSE THAT IS SO MUCH WORSE#Meanwhile Hakoda: you adopted WHO#Kanna didn’t ADOPT anyone thank-you-much she was very practically holding that boy for the fleet to use for ransom#why Hakoda#what would you have done if you had a Fire Prince#avatar the last airbender#atla#Zuko#Kanna#ficlet#(infinite hot water lady is ABSOLUTELY Toklo’s aunt)#(he looks to the prince looks to her and spontaneously invents the High Five)
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they should've hugged!!
#art#mha#bkdk#bakudeku#dynadeku#mha manga spoilers#bnha#listen he saw his friend dead on the ground idk why they arent hugging the shit out of one another out of pure relief they survived the war#i always wanted these two to hug and im sad we'll probably never see that#shout out to queerplatonic bkdk btw#they make me so happy anyways again im so proud of bakugo#thank you mha for carrying me through high school + college :>
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De-aged Danny wandering the street of Gotham as a five year old:
Batfam: hello child are you alright?
Danny: Yup! :D
Batfam: where are your parents buddy?
Danny: don’t need em. Tried to kill me
Batfam: *concerned* how about you come with us for a little while?
Danny: no thank you mister Batman, I don’t trust adults
Batfam: oh no
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#I love de-aged danny#either with memories or without#cause like baby danny would be smarter than the average toddler#and say shit that so so strange coming from a high pitched squeaky toddler voice#why does this baby know what murder is? who taught him how to wield a knife? how does baby know how to reach stove to cook?#why did baby just beat my ass? how did he drop kick me?#the Batman may never know#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#batfam#dc x dp prompt
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adaine and fig helping gorgug with his barbarian classes means SO MUCH to me
rage is killing your dad with a spell named after your fury, rage is refusing to go to your first day of high school, rage is a teenage girl
#and i think porter knows that and that’s why he loves fig sm#maybe rage is just daddy issues#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fig faeth#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#emily axford#siobhan thompson#zac oyama#brennan lee mulligan
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daniel immediately saying yes to fucking a stranger in a coffin truly is armand’s gremlin freak match made in hell
#i know he was high but like WHO DOES THAT?????#such a freak 😭#like yes stranger why not jump in this COFFIN rn and fuck#💀💀💀💀💀💀#daniel molloy#armand#armaniel#devil’s minion#amc iwtv#iwtv
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I would like to thank Elon Musk for breaking the stereotype that “high functioning” autistic people are geniuses, because he’s genuinely so fucking dumb I can hardly even fathom it.
#Elon musk#twitter#x#autism#autistic#actually autistic#yes I am autistic#why the fuck is he renaming the site#every decision he makes has me cackling#if he’s a genius then I must be omnipotent#love him breaking the autism stereotypes#I don’t like functioning labels but I feel like he calls himself high functioning
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english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness
#so the part of the book where kid hua cheng suddenly sits bolt upright#because he senses something in the room#and this 7 year old is just 👁️👁️ and radiating immense killing intent#hes so fucking funny 😭#i love him being weird and strange and offputting#‘dianxia why does the high schooler that hangs around your house sometimes have glowing red eyes and know things he definitely shouldnt#and crush things into dust with his bare hands and seem to hate the sun an-‘ mind your own fucking business#drawing baby hc was so much fun i hope i do it again soon#the secret is that xie lian is JUST as deeply weird as his husband but in a less obvious and threatening manner.#guy who has to keep his internal monologue internal because he is thinking things like “wouldnt wanna get choked by those hands!”#out of every god character he is the one who seems to have changed the most from immortality#dying presumably hundreds of times and being alone for hundreds of years does something to your brain#“xiao hua why does your cultivator talk weird and wear the same clothes and eat the same food and-” HE IS AUTISTIC!!!! AND JADED BY THE#PASSAGE OF CENTURIES!!! YOULL NEVER KNOW WHICH IS WHICH!!#my art#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#art#tgcf meme#mxtx#天官赐福#lmao#hob#heaven official's blessing#the people have spoken...
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shiny boy
#let tails go super!!!!#he deserves it!!!!!#i like the idea that super tails is a little more feral than his brother#and then he crashes once the power leaves him#he’s not used to the power like sonic is so it’s just an extreme high and low#hence why he doesn’t use the emeralds very often#miles tails prower#super tails#art
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so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.
#fantasy high#dimension 20#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#fantasy high junior year#fig faeth#ruben hopclap#lucy frostblade#the rat grinders#adaine abernant#kipperlilly copperkettle#watching fig terrorize him like girl!!! we don’t even know if he’s guilty!!!!#this might just be for me but i do not think 5 teenagers willingly brutally killed their friend idk#like there just has to be some other element to it and i am very scared to find out what that was#what if they were put in a position where they felt there was/there was no other choice… like oh my god#my comedy brain is having fun but my ‘this is a teenager’ brain is in such deep distress all the time this season#the rat grinders i trust brennan to not make u cartoonishly evil so i am holding u as gently as i can in my confused shaky hands#also with the devil’s nectar i’ve been wondering why they all seem so well-adjusted & now i’m curious if they’ve been intentionally-#changing their memories in a way so that either the trauma is lesser or they think they aren’t guilty. idk#but it seems like from how gertie was talking she was making it more recently so the well adjustedness from early jy doesn’t quite add up#they could have another source maybe??? idk i’m just low stakes 4 a.m. spitballing here#there’s also the strong possibility that they’re aware of what happened but they weren’t the ones who killed lucy. idk who knows#the way you could probably devil’s nectar yourself into believing it wasn’t your fault someone died… CRAZY IMPLICATIONS!!! CRAZY IDEA!!!#anyways the bad kids & the rat grinders don’t ever have to like each other but i do wonder if at least some of those kids deserve a chance
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I am inflicting, or perhaps bestowing, upon you: Garrus as various unnecessarily sexualized references that come up if you look up refs of women with guns :)
(( @milkywayes i know we’ve like almost never interacted but the silly comment i left on your post would Not leave my brain. I need to show u what you inspired ))
#you’re welcome or i’m sorry#look at that high waisted man! he has feminine hips#top 10 birthday gifts for your alien boyfriend who you aren’t even sure celebrates birthdays: big gun.#turians look all big and intimidating until you draw one and have to figure out how to make them not look like they’re going OWO#why did i put so much effort into this#mass effect#my art#mass effect art#mass effect fanart#artists on tumblr#garrus vakarian#he’s so hard to draw but so much FUN to draw. this man is shaped
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