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I'm casually re-watching Weirdmageddon and well... with all the toxic old man yaoi and love cage talk, I realized that all the townsfolk were turned into stone, but Bill turned Ford into gold. I wonder why......
#Honostly it probably isnt related#but I havent seen anyone mention it#though that could just be my not being good at the internet#Figured id throw this thought into the internet void#Also this took me over an hour to write#I was re-watching the last few episodes and sobbing at the end#Now I’m re-watching the shorts#God Bear-o is terrifying#anyways#gravity falls#gravity falls bill#bill cipher#standford pines#gf standford#gf bill cipher#Weirdmageddon#what other tags could possibly fit with gravity falls#ive seen like so many#they confuse me#I'm working on it#toxic old man yaoi#ah that fits#gotta love that toxic old man yaoi#bad at tags
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is he fucking stupid???
#ah yes#cause senshi's helmet defo fits under the frog suit#brilliant observation skills ya dumbass#chilchuck#senshi#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi
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iii / vi / vii / ix
#ah yes i managed to fit literally every single shade of gray in one photoset (i thought these were all kinda uniform but alas)#this was my excuse to get procreate dreams :)#gideon the ninth#the locked tomb#harrowhark nonagesimus#gideon nav#griddlehark#ortus nigenad#campal#camilla hect#palamedes sextus#coronabeth tridentarius#ianthe tridentarius#naberius tern#dulcinea septimus#protesilaus ebdoma#cytherea the first#tlt#tlt fanart#my art
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This week's Discord Prompt!
JJK X OHSHC
Find @cocoabell drawing here
#warning! hc dump in the tags#it just FITS SO WELLL EXCUSE ME#like satoru is such a obnoxious brat he fits tamaki so well#oh if gege was one generation younger i swear to god he'd state ooch as his inspo instead of hxh and macros#and shoko being haruhi??? same unbotherednes it just fits#geto being Mom??? AHAHHAHAHAHA#mommy and daddy present lmao#ah and haibara and nanami AAAAAAAAAA#yuji just simply fits because of sukuna#im on a rewatch with cocoabells and we're having the time of our lifes#jjk#fanart#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#shoko ieiri#geto suguru#yuji itadori#sukuna#nanami kento#yu haibara#ouran high school host club#crossover#au#IPMSSA_Tokyo5!Fanart
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elbaf zosan
#elbaf zosan will be my weakness cus look!at!their!fits!AH!#elbaf zosan#zosan#zoro x sanji#roronoa zoro#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#one piece#one piece fanart#art#fanart
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The Pantheon of Discord | Doctor Who, The Legend of Ruby Sunday
#Ragnarok and Zelin/Rakaya specifically are ideas I've seen others point out! and imo they fit really well!#Zelin/Rakaya are supposedly(?) lovers but in the actual episode I don't think its ever clarified. So we stay silly. Could be weird siblings#but ah lads it is *checks clock* 8.30am. So I am going to bed. But i shall leave ya'll with this#dw spoilers#the pantheon of discord#doctor who#dw#The toymaker#the maestro#the trickster#sarah jane adventures#the gods of ragnarok#the mara#sutekh#the legend of ruby sunday#rtd2.0#season 14#series 14#gif#gif set#gif making#dw gif#doctor who gif#dw lore#dr who#rakaya#doctor who spoilers#zellin#classic who#dw speculation
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Wait! Isn't there a single person who understands how gaster speaks? Nobody? Really anyone?
Actually Sans can perfectly understand Wingdings and other skeletons could technically also understand him
It's just any other type of monster that wouldn't be able to understand him
Must be frustrating...
But he's got other ways to communicate
He can talk on the regular undertale font all the other characters use for certain amounts of time, if he puts some effort in it
(This is based on the fact that Sans can change font for short periods of time in undertale, so maybe other skeletons can too!
Also, in Deltarune, the voice we assume is Gaster is talking in the regular undertale font, not wingdings.)
#lasso tool is so fun#I'm#slowly obsessing with the lasso tool#ah how I love taking canon things and slightly twisting them to fit my au#answered ask#forgettable-au#undertale au#papyrus is gaster#papyrus!gaster#papyrus#gaster#undertale#sans#undertale comic#alphys
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"I'll make a save here and try breaking up with Astarion, just to see the dialogue- I could see him get kinda nasty about it, but I honestly don't know what to expect so---"
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#-ke me back but that didn't fit#astarion#squirrel plays bg3#when i tell you i reloaded so fucking fast.....#curse my curiosity#jesus fucking christ he's so RESIGNED#it's such an “ah; there it is. yeah can't say I'm surprised but it was nice while it lasted”#it sounds a bit mean but i fully thought he'd get at least a bit nasty about it#(the breakup also doesn't seem to have any options that nets disapproval???)#(which is just..... sad)#(it'd be so much less painful if he could at least hate you for it you know)#(this boy's self-esteem is -as we say in my country- beneath the miner frog's asscheeks)#(and now i need to go spend some time kneeling on the floor sobbing please do excuse me)
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"We have to cover every angle. Eliot will work the boat from the inside."
Leverage Redemption S01E03 The Rolling on the River Job.
#leverage#leverage redemption#eliot spencer#breanna casey#christian kane#aleyse shannon#ah i see breanna has already learned from hardison the essential steps to being part of the team#step 1: annoy eliot#you'll fit in fine sweetie!#ghostly'sgifs
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i think the sacrificial lamb take on evbo is nice and very cool to play with but might i offer my cent?
evbo is a calf.
there is something inherently holy about the sacrifice of a lamb. it is innocent and pure and you give up its life in worship. there is nothing holy about what the iron swords do to evbo. they open the door, they torture him, they slaughter him. they farm him. cattle are farm animals.
some calves are born to be killed for veal. there are multiple different ways veal calves are raised, with a range in ages at which they are slaughtered for their meat. one process for raising veal calves, which is particularly inhumane (and really quite disgusts me), involves placing the calf in a small pen and feeding it barely sustainable food until it reaches around eighteen weeks old. they are then killed for veal.
there is no worship when it comes to slaughtering the trembling calf staring down the barrel of your gun. you simply watch as it falls limp to the ground, blood pooling beneath its body, before you drag it off to be turned into the meat that sits on your plate.
why would you ever worship the creature that only ever lived to die?
#mcyt#minecraft youtube#pvpciv#pvp civilization#pvp civ#pvp civ spoilers#evbo pvpciv#evbo#ah yes farm animal metaphors#evbo no!!! you aren't actually the chosen one!!!!! you are just the tool the iron swords see fit to treat like livestock!!!!!!!!!#pvp civ brainrot is crazy#also i did research on veal calves when i considered my calf evbo interpretation and#that was SO sad#and disturbing
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“Ethan Win— uh, I mean, Peter Parker…”
Sometimes the silly idea is just too perfect to ignore😂
No-glasses versions and detail shots below the cut⬇️
#karl heisenberg#resident evil village#re8 village#happy halloween!!!#Heisenberg does fit doc ock cosplay pretty perfectly#they’ve both got dark glasses and a long coat and metal adjacent abilities#it’s silly but#listen I’m so fucking proud of this one#it took way too long#almost 23 hours#but I finished it anyway and he looks so good#cedar doodles#mechanic au#ah I forgot to shade the bicycle chain#oopsie#oh well I’m gonna leave it I’m already late for work lol
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GOD I miss when Daryl was kinda fruity. First few seasons everything he said was kinda zesty. Bitchy one liners and clever insults with that fuckass tone of voice. like a verbal backhand. Where'd you go queen I miss you
#one thing I really appreciate in the spinoff is that he's funny again#It fits characterization-wise I guess#he's around a bunch of new people in a new environment seperated from his family and everything sucks. ah shit here we go again#twd#daryl dixon
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the rest of the cast got their new song covers, so i wanted to try putting the others in a band :>
i did want to make it look a bit like an album cover but i have no idea how those are designed so eh?? i also couldn't think of any band or album/song names so. if anyone has any ideas...
#art#obey me#obey me raphael#jtta ik#obey me mephistopheles#obey me thirteen#from left to right they are: lead singer/rhythm guitar - drummer - lead guitar - bass#tbh any of them could've taken any role but bassist girl thirteen spoke to me and raph canonically sings well so that felt like it fit#i did consider ik as lead but she'd absolutely shred on the drums. she has so much pent-up rage to let out...#in context this is for a music festival diavolo's putting on but it'd be a fun au as well#i like to think thirteen is the overwhelming favourite of all the fangirls#also in terms of band name...#i was thinking something based on the fact that there's one of each species (human/demon/angel/reaper) but what word can i use for that#jo has suggested something involving the numbers 3 and 4 for 3 realms and 4 members#3.4HZ Harmony was the best we could come up but it feels like there should be a sorta other-world element to it#then again if it's an au then i guess they'd all be humans anyway#ah whatever#life and work related obligations have been growing so naturally i've been starting a bunch of creative endeavours to try to get away from#is this a long term good thing for future career prospects? probably not. but i'd rather be happy#the unknowables
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Poetry, Wine and Death
#my art#isat loop#isat#in stars and time#colourpod#<--- i love color palettes#I wanted to use the green too but my original sketch fell apart. And the purples fit more. Ah well
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#cheyenne jackson#men#gay#model#muscle#edit#fitness#fit#gym#muscle worship#ahs#bodybuilding#bodybuilder#hairy#hairy chest#pecs#jock#male#masculine#testosterone
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bloodletting
summary: a budding god needs a place to test their new powers, and childe was always a little too eager to lose a fight... a match made in heaven!
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-> warnings : minor AQ spoilers ? just like, general gi plot.. fairly graphic depiction of blood + other injuries (might be classed as body horror???). generally obsessive tendencies (childe <--> you). i cannot stress this enough, reader is 110% a sadist.
-> gn reader (you/yours)
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power was not something that came easy. it was fought over, stolen, defended with teeth and claw, tides of blood shed just so one could have power over another. social, physical, financial; no matter the leverage it provided, power was hard won. to give someone power was to admit defeat, a certain death that tartaglia had learned and taught more than his fair share of times. nobody undeserving of power ever held onto it for long; it was an acknowledgement that you were better, that you deserved it, that you’d won. power was a fickle resource that childe would kill to keep, only ever laying down his blade for a precious few.
the tsaritsa, of course. his fellow harbingers, skilled both on and off-field, who themselves could rival the archons. his family, for whom he’d happily give the world.
and naturally, who would be more worthy to hold power than you?
you, not just a god but the, the highest authority across all of teyvat. you bore a hundred names and a thousand monikers, your worship the one thing the world could agree on. granted, nobody could quite agree on how, but that was fine. childe did not need external powers to tell him what to do. he knew, in his deepest heart, that he had gotten it right.
he knew—and, on occasion, flaunted—that he was your favorite. of all the vessels you had chosen, you returned to him time and time again, wishing on his stars until his vision gleamed. his bow shone with power, even his weakest weapon more than enough to push his strength to new heights. part of him wondered what he could do if you’d granted him swords, or a claymore… but that was speculation for another time. didn’t it say something that you had still chosen him at his weakest?
the thought always made him smile. thick in the heat of puppeteered battle, before the sun to after dark, your presence was a constant in his life. at every altar, with every offering, when his hands stung from the rash of leather and his blade was covered in rust, your name a prayer behind blood-soaked teeth. he could not remember a time when his pocket was not weighted with a charm.
his devotion was no secret. he wore your bow with pride, entirely phasing out his other weapons. it didn’t matter that he was technically more controlled with them, for you had chosen this path for him. your word was his guide, a polar star through bitter nights.
he did not doubt when your presence ebbed or flowed. who was he to dictate when or where you spent your attention? no, his faith did not waver. it had no reason to. he waited patiently, going about his regular duties, lingering in snezhnaya for no other reason that he just felt like he had to.
who was he to question to buzzing in the back of his head? who was he to decline when he felt an instinct to leave, to go for a trip far past the city gates? who was he to think himself better than the guiding light that had never led him astray?
for you, he was whatever you needed. and so he went, armed with a thick coat and snowboots, hands shoved deep in the pockets to hide the slight shake. down the main road, an arbitrary turn into an alley and down an abandoned path, into a part of the city he’d never traveled. but a golden thread had tied itself around his heart, pulling without hesitation. he easily hopped over the fence gate, not bothering with hauling it open through the snow. the path beyond was covered in a thick layer of powder, his foot crunching through a foot of it before hitting solid ground. still, he continued.
snezhnayan winters were not warm. they bit and dug into every gap in your clothes, stealing away the precious warmth within. and yet, with his half-done coat and incomplete guard, he was not cold. or, rather, he couldn’t feel it. his hands were pink with frost, stiff at the knuckles, but he couldn’t feel the resistance. his body was not important, not now.
the snow began to thin. it fell from his knees to his shins to his ankles to his toes, until he was face to face with a thick wall of bramble, impossibly overgrown. he was beginning to overheat in his jacket. twin blades made quick work of the wall, and the sight behind it easily dispelled any breath left in his lungs.
the air that washed out of the bubble was thick and heavy, like a humid spring instead of snezhnayan woods. his breath came in short gasps, a shameful wheeze that he hoped was missed beneath the howling snow. he didn’t want you to see him as weak, as someone so easily tired by a short trip to a falling star; he didn’t want you to think of him as anything other than his best.
but you didn’t push him away. you helped him up—his head was buzzing with delusion, he could hardly see, when had he fallen to his knees?—and brushed the snow off his hair, not pushing him away when he leaned into your touch. he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could barely collect himself enough to recognize that he needed to get you inside, away from the wilds.
that was power. to so effortlessly take over every thought in his head, to hold his mind in your hands and pull it into your liking, that was the power he adored you for. gods were figureheads of power, a physical incarnation of their dominion. a god of the entire world would only naturally have power to manipulate that world to their liking. how blessed was he, that he could be the first you made yours.
he was with you when you first stepped into zapolyarny palace, looking around at the chandeliers and fine tile. he opened the door for you to her majesty’s throne room, sucking in a sharp breath as you brushed by. he was by your side when the tsaritsa swore you her fealty, delicately placing the gnoses in your hands.
and oh, how he’d fallen to the floor right then and there, dizzy from the wash of power that rolled off you in waves, an ocean that he willingly dove into. the floor was cool beneath his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin as sweat quickly began to bead. he didn’t bother pushing himself up on his hands, teeth sinking deep into his lip again to control his panting breath. copper bloomed over his tongue, filling his mouth and clogging what remained of his senses.
dimly, he was aware that he was being pathetic, that this would surely change your mind about him. he heard your voice, faint through the fog of his mind, your wisdom lost to his own inadequacy. and yet, despite his weakness, every part of him was tuned into you. he knew it was your hand whispering across his shoulders, he knew it was your influence that stole the breath from his lungs. he knew it was you, because it was always you. you were all he could think of, and now you were finally able to leverage your full power over his self.
he’d woken up in a hospital bed. saline dripped into his arm and the lights pierced his eyes, his head full of snow and iced over. and yet, the moment he was cleared for release, he found himself desperate to be back to your side, racing through the tiled halls of the palace and following the urgent burn in his chest. you would have been right to turn him away, to deem him too weak to stay by your side, but you didn’t. you smiled when he lost his breath and laughed when he wavered, brushing off his concern. you invited him with you—his lungs burned with the need for oxygen—as you twirled the gnoses between your fingers, as if they were toys or paperweights rather than objects of divine power.
divine to him. child’s play to you. a courtyard of snow was cleared in an instant, ripples of pyro melting permafrost while keeping the flora beneath intact, a lazy show of power that pulled little more than a slight hum from you in response.
he wasn’t so much a fool as to think he could teach you everything, or even something, about being divine. and yet he clung to your side like a sailor in a storm, watching as you grew familiar with the elements. he watched, stubborn and weak, as you stopped hesitating.
flowers bloomed as you walked by, crumbling to ash with the slightest look. electro jumped from your skin to his, a painful spark that drew his mind from his head, finally seeing your amused eyes instead of just mindlessly staring. you could—should—have just left him behind, but you didn’t. you instead asked for his help, taking his hand in yours and leading him to a quieter hallway of the palace. you didn’t comment on his thundering pulse despite the fact that you could certainly feel it, tracing a finger along the crease of his palm.
“i wonder…”
a claw of geo cut across his skin, a sharp sting that quickly welled with blood. he barely felt it, watching with detached awe as it filled up his hand, sliding over the edge and dripping to the floor. you didn’t show any emotion, just… watching. his heart beat in his hands, a pool collecting on the floor, and still, you just watched. your other hand moved over the surface, barely an inch away, the blood collecting in a bubble beneath it. with a hum, your fist tightened, pain lighting up his arm. a strained grunt slipped between his teeth, hand flinching closed, brushing against the ball of his blood you had pulled from his veins. his hand was stained red, shaking in your grasp, minutes stretched into hours.
all at once, it dropped, forced back into his body as forcefully as it was removed. with a snap, the skin stitched itself shut, and you were again dragging him along like a child did their favorite toy.
you did that a lot. pull him aside and experiment with whatever new reaction you had discovered that month, week, day, hour, watching his reactions with unabashed delight. and he let you. every time, without fail, he eagerly followed, knowing full well he’d end up rigid with lightning or with ice crystals studding his throat. it was worth it, though. you always fixed him up, squeezing his hand with a whispered ‘good job’ that never failed to make him dizzy.
it didn’t matter what you did to him. it never did. even when his mind was hazy with pain and he couldn’t quite stand on his own, he never regretted it. unconsciousness licked at the edges of his vision, burning black stains that lingered even after you stopped, but he never once hesitated.
if you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high. if you felt like holding him underwater, he’d cherish every bruise. to be kept as a toy was still to be kept.
#THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A REPLY TO AN ASK. UH. SORRY AVATAR ANON ...#genshin#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#sagau childe#yandere childe#childe x reader#x reader#yandere tartaglia#sagau tartaglia#< do people even use the 'tartaglia' tags? oh well#yandere sagau#blood tw#tw blood#< for good measure#ah yes my favorite genre. 'you're both unwell and need to be quarantined for the good of society'#hes so. rat coded im in love with him#sorry for fatui posting. it Will happen again#sorry for yan posting. it /Will/ happen again#like seriously the next few ideas ive got are all about unwell men#i dont know if id count this as obsessive but its certainly A form of lovesickness#but i feel when people read 'yandere' they think of something else than i do#and for That perception then 'obsessive' fits better#i will be flagging this with the yan warning on my masterlist#childe ajax tartaglia my favorite chew toy <333#hes so fun to beat up i wanna make him cry about it. i mean what who said that
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