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slttygeto · 1 year ago
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“wow, were you saving people during the night? you look exhausted!” you had just walked into your classroom, fighting back a groan when you saw the energetic white haired male and his laid back best friend. you weren’t in the mood to have them mess around with you, not when you were running on three hours of sleep and two cups of coffee.
“thanks,” you answer with a roll of your eyes before plopping on your seat between the duo. yaga made you sit there on purpose, thinking that it would stop the two from interacting and causing more ruckus. it turns out messing with you was ten times more entertaining.
“now, now, be nice satoru. i’m sure she needs some comforting, right?” suguru’s sweet voice made you look up, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
“what do you want.” you ask out flatly.
“nothing, why do you ask?” suguru’s grin was similar to the devil’s. one would assume that he had the sweetest cat-like grin, but you knew better.
“you’re being too nice. did you do something? what did you put on my chair,” you immediately stand up, checking your skirt for gum or any substance they might’ve put on your chair.
“relax, we’re genuinely being nice right now,” gojo waves a hand at you and for a moment, you almost believe them.
almost.
you immediately checked for your pockets, and the moment you stood up from your chair, gojo was bolting out of the classroom.
“give me my phone back!”
having them as your classmate was quite literally hell.
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hawleywilby · 6 months ago
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James Wilby at
BFI Flare 2024
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spoiledmilks · 2 years ago
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So im learning to animate and im struuggllliinngggggg
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deltadescent · 7 months ago
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sorry i forgot i was alive again, gotta stop doing that (college has been attacking me nonstop)
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ALSO!!! Octarian Society AU where Gar became an octoling soldier & Minnow ends up being held captive by the army and eventually just straight up joins it. (The hypnoshades are merely for show, they dont work on Minnow they're too gay) (More to it than that & Tilly is there but I don't wanna explain cause my phone is lagging already)
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cryptidcorners · 9 months ago
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Alright. Before I post my fics today. I have to share a mini AU I made lol. So, I HC that Derek bleached his hair blond to appeal to his mom (because he had dark hair like this dad, and I'm pretty sure Jessica hated him, lol.) so Im just imagining:
What if his dad never died? Hell, what if his mom did?
So. I'm just thinking of Derek with dark hair and red clothes to match. I honestly don't think he'd be too far off to his canon self, only I believe he'd have a larger ego — and 10x more dorky. I don't imagine his father to be any better than Jessica was.
So, uh, just imagining this:
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Also one of my friends said that he'd wear gold accessories too. I'm going crazy, lmfao. Might draw this later. Anywho, here's your daily brainrot once again.
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gladumfdoodles · 10 months ago
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[Day 39]
obsessed with this duo
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astralkilljoy · 2 years ago
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rt: messes up the pronunciation of a word
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whack-patty · 10 months ago
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Reporter asked if they were an ****item*****
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seagull-scribbles · 3 months ago
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I got so good at being untrue
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daily-beanie-man-sou · 1 year ago
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Day 13: this applies to all public bathrooms
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kimkaelyn · 10 months ago
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“ Dusk is stretching out over the city when he reappears at the studio door a couple of weeks later, suddenly and so silently that it takes you several moments to realize someone is standing there, on the other side of the glass, staring— ”
Inspired by Something (Just Like This) by @ofmermaidstories
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mlynar-nearl · 2 years ago
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abeastfrombelow · 1 year ago
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Lore - What are PAKs?
(aka: I am so intensely sleep deprived that I can't manage most of the work I'd like to be doing on this AU, so I am posting some prewritten stuff to keep me from trying to check out of creating stuff entirely)
Basically: PAKs is bugs :)
Actual explanation under the cut!
Irkens evolved from highly violent and territorial insects that looked similar to spiders. Among primitive Irkens there was a highly prevalent gene mutation that caused three of the eight legs to become vestigial, a condition that spelled death for most Irkens, due to the lack of community care practiced in most evolving civilizations. It wasn't until a race of intelligent, but weak beetles also living on Irk stumbled across these Irkens that a symbiosis was formed. The beetles could attach their fragile underbellies to the exoskeletons of the Irkens through feelers wrapped around their vestigial legs, and the beetles could transmit chemical signals through the softer skin of these vestigial legs to control the wants and impulses of the Irkens. These beetles have been nicknamed PAKs.
The PAK is functionally the higher brain of the Irken. Their consciousness resides within the PAK, and the PAK tempers the violent and territorial impulses of the Irken by excreting certain chemicals. PAKs are generally paired with an Irken at birth, to prevent violent and unwanted behavior. The PAK has allowed Irken society to evolve into the highly organized structure it is today!
Zim's PAK, however, suffered an illness at a young age, which left it with certain chemical deficiencies. This is why Zim is more violent and unstable, and though these things make him a very good fighter it also means Zim doesn't know or respect his place as a pawn of the Tallests, which makes him a handful to deal with, and gives him a hard time planning or strategizing. The Tallests recognize how useful Zim is, but as soon as he became too much of a liability they sent him away to the furthest planet they could find as an excuse to get him out of their hair without having to go through the chore of actually having him be executed.
You may be wondering why I chose tarantulas of all things to be the inspiration for Irkens, and the reason is very simple. Tarantula toes!
Tarantulas have two toes, similar to a cloven hoof of a goat. Since there's a lot of ties between demons and cloven hooves, I thought it would be best to pick a bug that had similar feet! Plus they are hairy like animals, making it all the easier for Dib to mistake Zim for a demon!
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slumbear · 2 years ago
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QnA with a ghost
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d-criss-news · 2 years ago
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neqeyam · 2 years ago
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excerpt from a neteyam fix it fic i was writing that i’ll probably never finish:
Someone was stroking his hair. Neteyam found himself leaning into the touch, knowing exactly who it was. The way she methodically carded her fingers through his braids, careful not to tug on them too hard. The tiny bit of nail that itched his scalp just right. Neteyam would know his mothers skillful hands anywhere.
As he turned into the touch, he became acutely aware of the steady thump of a heartbeat that was not his own in his ear. He realized then he must’ve been propped up against his mothers chest, as she would do when he was a child and had nightmares.
He turned further into her, breathing in the comforting scent of his mother. He tried to move his hands only to find that they were full. One was held up, squished against something soft, no doubt Tuk’s cheek. The other was held low, sandwiched between two more hands. Kiri no doubt.
He made a noise of contentment as he opened his eyes. Above him, his mother, father and siblings were gathered, each touching him in some way or another.
“Mom?” Neteyam’s voice was raspy and weak, he needed water. His mothers eyes burst open, she moved to grip his cheeks. She stared at him, her eyes searching his.
“My son!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him and wailing. He wrapped his around her, doing his best not to fall victim to the tears he so desperately wanted to shed. Behind him, Tuk squeaked and threw herself on him as well. He couldn’t see who all else hugged him, but he figure it was all of them.
After a while, and a cough from Neteyam, they released him one by one. His mother whispered many thanks to Eywa, for returning him to her. Neteyam looked around, his father wore a soft smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. Lo’ak stared at him, his eyes wide in disbelief. Neteyam opened his arms, inviting his younger brother in, a more personal hug than the first.
Lo’ak was in Neteyam’s arms in a second, burying his face in his shoulder, repeating apologies over and over again. Neteyam finally let the tears fall, he’d missed them so much. He hadn’t realized how much guilt he harbored over leaving them.
But he was back, and he planned on staying.
“Lo’ak,” he began. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I’m not mad, I was never mad. I would do it again and again and again if it meant you were safe,” he said, low enough that only Lo’ak could hear him.
Lo’ak’s cries turned to sniffles, but he refused to let go.
“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I should’ve never gone back. We should’ve left Spider and saved ourselves when we had the chance,” Lo’ak said in between sobs. Neteyam was taken aback, leave Spider? Who is this kid and what has he done with Lo’ak?
“What do you mean?” Neteyam asked. He pushed Lo’ak lightly, urging him to sit up and talk to him. Lo’ak didn’t budge.
“Spider is a dirty traitor!” Tuk declared.
Neteyam looked to his father, who dropped his head.
“Spider saved Quaritch after the fight… so the fighting continues. We’ve honestly reached a stalemate but he won’t let up,” his father said, looking anywhere but him.
Neteyam felt many emotions bubble in his gut, but most of all was anger. How dare Spider hurt his siblings in such a way! He’d sacrificed himself, and it was all for nothing because he saved Quaritch?! He’d pay for this.
Neteyam felt his jaw clench and his hands ball into fists.
“Don’t worry son,” his father said, resting a hand on his own. “You don’t have to fight.”
“I will,” Neteyam declared without any hesitation.
Lo’ak’s grip on him tightened. “NO! Don’t Neteyam, please we already lost you once,” he begged.
“I’ll be okay lil bro,” Neteyam assured. “I’ve got the power of Eywa on my side.”
“Eywa has forsaken us,” Kiri stated, her ears drooping.
“You know just as well as I do that that statement is a lie, Kiri. She’s doing everything she can,” Neteyam argued.
“She’s hiding! I felt her when I pulled you out, she’s afraid of the Sky People.”
“We all are,” Neteyam said, his voice barely above a whisper. “They have better weapons than us, better armor… it’s a miracle we’ve even survived this long.”
“Neteyam!” His mother scolded.
He went silent and the family sat together, comfortable in the sounds of nature around them. Lo’ak eventually climbed out of Neteyam’s arms, sitting off to the side, hugging his legs to his chest. Tuk replaced Lo’ak, hugging Neteyam around the middle and began updating him on the things that had happened since his death.
Neteyam found out it’d been three years since he died, meaning he should’ve been 18 now. Lo’ak and the Metkayina chiefs daughter, Tsireya had officially started dating. Tuk was now 11 and had began the rite of Iknimaya. Neteyam couldn’t be more proud.
After what felt like an eternity of sitting and listening to Tuk ramble on about what had happened she finally climbed off of him and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him up.
Neteyam stood with the help of his father. He tested his legs, they held his weight just fine. He looked to his father, realizing he was now looking him in the eyes.
“You’re taller,” his dad noted.
“No fair! Eywa gave you an age correct body!” Lo’ak whined. Neteyam figured Lo’ak was hoping to be taller so he could tease him.
“It seems she did.” Neteyam looked at himself in the reflection of a nearby stream. His shoulders were broader, arms toned and legs more muscular. His face looked more mature and his eyes were wiser. He smiled, even his fangs were more pronounced.
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