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I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake
#no heart. no effort. no soul. it looks animated everytime cinematic scenes of Berk or the dragons shoe up what was the poiiint#httyd 2025#aweful set and costumes. barely any cool details. dry emotions. no man i hate it#httyd live action#httyd#how to train your dragon#the only good thing this is bringing that it's giving me a chance to wipe the memory of thw from my mind#lf btw. look at the fur detailson gobber's vest and also the lighting#in these screencaps#try and compare this to whatever the hell they're doing with the remake. is any of it present? no#it looks vooler and better in the animated medium#amd it would've looked good in live action if it wasn't a remake and had good artwork done with some heart to it#like. i can actually imagine a live action httyd looking amazing but not as a remake but as a book adaptation#with changed perspectives and story and cinematography#hey can't replicate the masterpiece#and you know what pisses me off even more?#They based Toothless on his THW model. not even the first movie's model#his movements are all so... wrong
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A belief in Nominative Determinsim
#mira & isa sitting at the other side of the room: oh that cannot be a healthy rationalisation. someone should deconstruct that QUICKLY...#change's strongest soldiers VERSUS one guy echo chambering themselves about a susperstition-based retributive model of the world. GO!!!#isat spoilers#isat#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#sifloop#sloops#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#lucabyteart#hey look now. this is softer than usual isnt it? ignore the. ignore the subtle damnation of blame unto the self. its fine. theyre fine#this is in fact a slight adaptation of that headcanon of mine i linked! yep! turns out the way to comic-ise it was to. make it like#90% speech bubble and get kinda weird with the formatting. it's clunky and experimental but hey. im experimenting.#the next ones gonna have even more fucking speech bubbles if it goes how im planning. christ#then its gonna get followed up with something wordless so. all things in perfect balance.#DISCLAIMER: i like to write loop and siffrin displaying the maybe not so great logic-holes their seeming fear of 'retribution for not#sticking to (the script) what the universe intends for them' entails. i do not agree with their weird philosophising.#i in fact think this is . bad for them. and am exploring how fucking unhealthy their mindset seems to be even when 'mundane'#OCD siffrin real as hell whats with the doing arbitrary actions in specific ways lest Something Nebulously Bad Happen little dude?#anyway if you caught the extremely blunt symbolism of kissing a hand with a knife in it you win a prize! it's called self-satisfaction 🎉🎉#hmm. do people realise i kept calling this type of back and forth between siffrin and loop a socratic dialogue bc socrates was also just#arguing with himself? like he was just making up the other guys. complete thought experiment. i also call them that because theyre WORDY!!!
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First thing you see after you die
CotL au by @intistone
#my ârt#fnaf daycare attendant#cult of the lamb#disciples of daybreak au#shoot is that how it's spelled#colors based on the main menu's dark mode because it's cool as hell#hey yall it's been a few months but I've drawn the Blorbo again#also I'm on day 100 of cotl and I do not intend to stop soon#sundrop
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son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control
#my characters#oops i fell in love#right is trying his best in the au to think about all the logic behind killing someone despite being a cleric SPECIFICALLY#bc he refuses to hurt anyone irl or in dnd and ok fine their warlock can have a little murder as a treat#and the body count is adding up and hes like ... so tired..... please can you not kill for five minutes im running out of excuses#fwiw he has the weird logic of the group in the base plot and the guy who is the gm here#is v open about ok but if we ask right then hell give an unhinged answer completely thought out and rationalized#and in fact asks him hey i know you refuse to hurt people but im having a debate with these two coworkers#if you had to commit a crime for aaaaaanyone on the planet who would you commit a crime for#and he doesnt even hesitate to say luca obviously to which the asker is like WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER#YOU WANNA MARRY HER AND WONT COMMIT A CRIME FOR HER? but LUCA? of all people???? not even brent?#and right is just so confused because first off brent would probably be the one committing a crime for him without being forced#(brent agrees with this statement with a shrug) and second off luca has really weird coworkers and thought he was getting stalked for a bit#due to a misunderstanding with said one weird coworker so yeah obviously right would threaten the guy with a gun which is illegal and#third and final how could he face his beloved angel (the daughter mentioned above) if he was a criminal#he cant tarnish a sweet little innocent girls opinion by committing a crime IN HER NAME gosh fuck off with that attitude#he has STANDARDS thank you very much#and the three at the table are all like okay yeah that was really thought out on the fly youre right#also brent do not commit any crimes for him please and brent just nods in agreement bc ok he wont commit a crime unprompted#also hi animal crossing emotes are so fun to doodle for bye#once again i am baffled by how different the colors look on my laptop in the art program vs posting to tumblr#im going to go insane at how different they look#IM COLOR PICKING FOR MY OWN OCS AND ITS SO WRONG LOOKING IDK MAN
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HUNGER HUNGER HUMANITY
#trigun#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#vashwood#trigun maximum#vash saverem#trigun fanart#the guy is not looking!!! at the ghost!!!! boooooo thumbs down you should do smth about your grief or whatever#its a piece about being selfish ig#or abt anything you rly want its up to you#hell you can prob conjur smth about a devil on your left shoulder as ego idk idk#its about cannibalism actually ive decided#is it even cannibalism?.....#whatever!!!! vashs eating human heart#humanoid typhoon#tw blood#tell me to tag it with something if you need it? idk tags blah sorry#vash fanart#vash x wolfwood#trimax#its based on manga yeah#hey guys? you should reblog and not just like thanks
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cubfan135: Hey Grian Grian: hell
saw this in the background of xisumas episode 1144. my man forgot the o i think-
#hermitcraft#grian#cubfan135#hermitchat#idk why this is so funny to me but i keep cracking up#imagine going up to ur friend and being like ''hey dude'' and their reaction is just ''hell'' at seeing you#obviously he meant hello based on everything i know about grian. this would be too family-unfriendly for him#not because it isnt pretty tame insofar as this stuff goes but just because grian tends to play it very safe on the kid friendly vibes#but even knowing the intention i keep snickering
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I wrote a thing! It’s 3am! Warning for body horror and the nonsense that comes out of my brain this late at night.
You’ve been traveling for days, and you’re tired. The inn is full, and it’s too cold and rainy for you to sleep in the streets. But a woman with a warm voice like honey hears you complain, and she offers sanctuary at her home.
You go with her. Her house is the definition of cottagecore, with a big garden and climbing vines and tall grass. She offers fresh strawberries and poppy seed bagels that she’s been learning to bake, sorry if they’re not great. You tell her that they’re amazing, and scarf down what’s probably too many strawberries, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
You spend a few days with her, recovering from your most recent battle. The two of you pick berries and cut up a perfectly ripe watermelon, letting the juice run down your fingers as you picnic in the forest behind her home. You tend to her flowers with her, try everything she bakes, teach her an old family lemonade recipe. You talk, too: about books you’ve both read (she studied classics! You have a long conversation about interpretations of Circe in modern media), about people you’ve known and left behind (“I hurt people,” you say. “Every time I get close to someone, it just blows up on my face.” She smiles, almost bitterly. “Me too.”), about your adventures (you trust her, you realize as you open up about the details of monsters that you’re not sure you regret killing).
But still, the day comes when you know you need to leave. You have so much to do, so many people to save, and sitting in the sun eating fruit is just… selfish. You learned your lesson a long time ago, about being selfish.
On the morning when you plan to leave, the woman sets out fresh poppy seed bagels— the same recipe she made the day you got there. She’s already improved at making them, in the few days you’ve stayed with her.
You tell her that, and you must sound sad when you say it because she looks up and whispers, “Ah. You’re leaving?”
Something inside you hurts at the look on her face when she says it, but you nod. “I have to.”
She just shrugs, with this look that you can’t make yourself read, and it really does hurt, but you have a duty. No matter how much a place feels warm, and safe, and calm, finally calm after everything, you need to go.
You stand in the doorway, running a finger over the climbing vines. You can almost imagine they move towards you, almost imagine this place cares for you like you’ve come to care for it.
A soft voice behind you says, “Wait.”
Your stomach sinks. Why couldn’t this be easy? Why couldn’t you just go, and forget about her, and about this place, and about feeling safe?
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
“You can’t leave.”
“I’m sorry,” you say again, and she sighs behind you. Your body twitches to turn around, to face her, but you know you can’t, you can’t.
“No. You don’t understand,” she says, and you hope you’re just imagining the something dark in her voice. “I can’t let you go.”
No. Your hand clenches on the doorframe, but you stay put.
You’ve been wrong before, about countless things. You could be wrong about this. You could’ve just misread her tone. You can still be safe.
“What?” you ask.
Her voice is honey-smooth, too sweet. “You heard me, hero. Stay.”
Not this. Not her, not here.
You turn.
You turn, and find her kind face twisted with hate, staring at you from across the room. Her smile is too sharp, her eyes too bright. You reach for your sword. You would rather be anywhere else but here, now.
She laughs. “I wondered how long it would take you to figure it out. It’s rare to meet a hero this naive. Your type usually don’t trust.”
Tears well in your eyes as you draw your sword and say what’s expected of you. “What are you?”
“Does it really matter? We’re all monsters to you, aren’t we?”
“You’re not a monster. You’re—“
“Kind?” she hisses. “Caring? Good?”
You nod.
She laughs, humorless. “So were the so-called monsters you killed. They were my friends, and my family. And you killed them, without regret, without mercy.” Her eyes glow, and you take a step back, but she steps forward and growls. “There were children amongst those you killed, ever think of that?”
Oh, god. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know, I—“
“Quiet, little hero. Your excuses don’t matter, because I’m not letting you live long enough to make them.”
Something behind you hisses. You spin, and find the vines around the doorway have woven themselves into a wall. You slash at them with your sword, but it doesn’t work. The vines wrench it from your hands, and you’re left defenseless against— against whatever the woman is, a witch or demon or something that you should’ve recognized. It’s your job to spot danger, it’s your job to kill monsters, yet you trusted her. You trusted her and now her eyes are glowing and a wind whips through her home and your stomach clenches and—
She raises her hands. Smiles. You open your mouth, to beg for mercy or to scream for help or something, anything, but you don’t get the chance because something inside of you is wrong.
It takes you a moment to realize that something in your stomach is writhing, growing, pushing against your guts.
The woman’s fingers twitch, and you know what’s about to happen.
“Please,” you whisper. “I have people to save, I have to protect them.”
“So do I,” she growls, and then her hands curl into fists.
It doesn’t hurt, for half a second, when your stomach bursts.
And then you’re on the ground, sobbing, screaming as poppies curl around berry bushes that burst out of you, petals glistening with your blood.
The only mercy of it is that your body drops you into unconsciousness quickly and that, after she’s sure you met your end painfully, she leaves you to the forest and lets your body become food for the plants growing from your guts.
At least you can do something good in your death. At least, even though you failed to save the world, you’re good enough to be fertilizer.
#writing#my friends: hey we based a plant themed superhero after you#me immediately thinking about villain arcs: oh cool#and now three (two?) years later here i am writing whatever the hell this is#body horror#plants#i guess?#delete later#probably
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hello i have compiled all of your DLC symbols into the icon base if that is something youre interested in
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Honestly very cool of you, I'm literally just gonna start using this version myself from now on
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i think one of the most quintessential things about princess AU lumity is that it never ends up being a [dramatically gazing into each other's eyes] [tenderly touching each other's wounds] [low and furious] "Who Did This To You" ship, because...... that's not what either of them need.
instead it's more like [seeing the other flinch at something completely normal] "....okay. yeah. i already know who did this to you. we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. but i don't think you're strange/broken/wrong/bad. sometimes bad things happen to us and it's Fine"
a relationship where violence and trauma are sort of a given, you don't have to act shocked about it and it would make the other person uncomfortable if you did. instead it's just. yeah this is what our lives are. you can talk to me if you want but in the meantime i'll just quietly sit with you like a cat.
#toh#princess luz au#lumity#like luz and hunter are both like hey amity do you want us to make your parents' lives hell#but it's not surprising that something's going on with her. and certainly not surprising to amity that something's going on with luz#i remember when i was their age and a little younger my social circle was very specifically like....#like you know something's wrong with your friends and their home lives without needing to ask.#you can just kinda tell. You Already Know. Based On How They Are#this is the lumity experience. there's something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.#abuse
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CORRECT THANK YOU FOR SHARING
#submission#I actually have seen this meme because someone sent it to my supervisor at some point and she showed it to all of us ajdbkajs#working with a bunch of gay autistic math nerds fucking rules lmfao y'all have no idea#one of my bosses is super into sci fi and is also a math teacher and puts star trek and firefly and buffy and hitchhikers guide etc etc#references in EVERYTHING he makes. I took a math class from him once and all of the test questions were about some fuckin show#whenever he runs meetings he asks us questions based on star trek usually. recently in a meeting he asked us to choose the best captain#I'm one of only like 3 people who watches all of this shit so I looove going to meetings when he runs them#bc he'll ask some fuckin question like who's the best star trek captain. and the 3 of us who knows what's going on will just start arguing#while everyone else looks around like what the fuck is going on right now (this one always gets the newbies)#my ALL TIME favorite Jake moment tho was when I was there one night and there were no students so we were all just hanging out#and Jake walks out of his office and he looks kind of annoyed. and he's a big dude like super tall and broad and loud as hell#so I can hear him like mumbling shit all annoyed and I'm like hey Jake what's up? you doin ok?#and he sighed and was like no. the schools internet filter started blocking my FAVORITE board game forum#and now when I have a thought I can't just look it up to see if anyone's said anything about it. and that's like ALL I do. it's so annoying#and I was like Jake maybe that's why they blocked it akddjkansbdjsdbebs#god I love that dude. and this barely mentions my other supervisor who is autistic and pansexual and married to a woman#and both of them foster several kids. Jake has like 10 fuckin kids or smth bc he was fostering a couple of kids and then he got married#and she already had children and then they had a baby together. idk he's got like a whole baseball team they're very cute
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Aquamarine
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"Everything will be alright."
Mario’s head snapped up. Surely he’d misheard her.
But Peach, meeting his gaze evenly, repeated herself: “Everything is going to be alright, Mario. This will pass, however painfully, and then we can rest, rebuild, and return to life as we know it. I have faith in that.”
Mario knew better. An all-out war raged around them, and they were both being pulled into the fray, in opposite directions. People were dying. They very well could die too. He knew she was scared. And he was almost certain that she knew he was scared, too. How could she say something so… so foolish, so false, now, of all times? It wasn’t like her.
Yet the resolve in her voice was unwavering, and determination burned red-hot in her eyes, and as quickly as he’d been confused, he understood. Acknowledging what might happen — what was probably going to happen, if either was permitting full honesty within themselves — was counterproductive. They could agonize over their circumstances, over the many outcomes, over the plenitude of things they wished they’d said and done if only they had known there might not be another opportunity. But where would that lead them?
Falling into despair would only guarantee their demise. Hope would give them a chance. No matter how miniscule that chance or how false that hope, they had to take what they could get. She understood that, and now she was inviting Mario to join her in reclaiming what might be their last prospect of victory, or at least survival.
How often he wished he could be as strong as her.
But before he could accept that invitation and return her assurances, something in Peach’s expression flickered… and it was gone just as quickly, squashed down and set alight with an internal force that only a goddess could possibly possess. Her fingers fumbled with the brooch on her chest for a few seconds before she freed it from her dress and pressed it into Mario’s hand.
“This jewel has been in my family for at least a hundred and fifty years,” she said, guiding his right hand with her left so that the brooch sat exposed in his open palm. “My mother had entire outfits designed around it; it’s my sole reminder of her. So it is, without a doubt, my most valuable possession.”
Mario regarded it as well as he could in the dull light. He recalled seeing it on past queens in the old paintings lining the castle’s entrance hallway, but it certainly didn’t show its age. The aquamarine gem matched her eyes in color and almost matched them in intensity, exploding into fragments of light whenever the sun caught it just so. He’d always thought it suited her.
Carefully, she folded his fingers over the brooch, resting her small hands gently over his. “I absolutely can’t lose it,” she added, quietly. “No matter what.”
He heard the intent all too clearly. He was being trusted to guard her most prized accessory. Therefore, he had an obligation to return to her.
I can't lose you, she said in all but words.
“I… I’ll keep it safe,” he promised, and the few seconds he pulled away from her to pocket the valuable were torturous. Taking her hands in his made everything feel right again, gave him the boldness he needed to match her resolve. “And once this is all over, I’ll give it right back. I’ll even have it polished so it looks good as new! You have my word, Princess.”
The cacophony outside grew louder. They were running out of time.
“Good. I’ll make all sorts of pastries as thanks,” Peach said, and her smile looked truly heartening for the first time since all of this nonsense began. “We’ll stuff ourselves on tiny cakes and endless tea and coffee and talk all day and all night. Or at least until Toadsworth comes to complain about having a visitor over so late and shoos you off.”
Mario couldn’t help but laugh. She was right; Toadsworth became more strict past ten or so at night, flustering himself over the princess’ wellbeing because a proper princess simply must remain well-rested, Your Highness! Maybe they could pull the “We just survived a catastrophic war” card, or at least get Toadette to cover for them so they could sneak out after hours (which would hardly be the first time).
Those thoughts slowed to a halt as Peach joined in, giggling quietly. The sound echoed off the barren walls hiding them away, delicate and pure; she blushed a sweet shade of pink, and her whole face glowed so achingly softly. It was as beautiful as it was haunting.
She truly believed what they were saying. And for a moment, Mario had believed it too.
I can’t lose you.
“Run,” Peach finally urged, a beacon of stability in the madness encroaching upon them. “Run, and hurry back to me. There’s still so many things I want to tell you, Mario, so don’t keep me waiting too long, alright?”
Mario’s breath caught in his throat.
I can’t lose you.
A rush of impulse surged through his blood, and he didn’t have the strength to fight it off.
“Ti amo,” he whispered, pulling himself into their conjoined hands. “Ti amo tantissimo, Principessa.” He bowed his head over her knuckles and screwed his eyes shut, trying and failing to control the trembling that overtook him — he wanted so desperately to remove their gloves, feel the imperfections of her skin against his, or kiss the silk separating them, kiss her, tighten his grip and run with her until all of the mayhem was far behind them or they were cut down where they stood. He didn’t care, so long as he didn’t have to leave her side.
“Mario…”
He stiffened.
“...What does that mean?”
For a fleeting moment, there was no war. Looking up didn’t reveal any fearsome resolve or half-suppressed fear or dread within her eyes. All he could see was affection, tinged dark with sadness.
This wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. He would ensure that or die trying.
“It means…” Squeezing her hands one final time, he forced himself to smile. “...I will see you soon.”
He let go before he could register how painful it was, and he turned and ran, until a dozen doors and countless layers of stone separated him from her, until he stepped into the fray and acrid smoke filled his lungs.
Pausing in the final doorway, he snaked his hand into his right pocket, his fingers caressing the aquamarine brooch tucked safely within.
Images of tiny cakes and golden hair and clear afternoons full of laughter and sunlight flickered through his mind. He let them pass, he took a breath, and then he charged ahead.
#mario bros#super mario bros#smb#mario#princess peach#princess toadstool#mareach#mario x peach#fanfic#this started life as a “Hey imagine this!” text post and then I kinda... got carried away#What's the war all about? Why do they have to go their separate ways? What specifically threatens to kill them? And where the hell is Luigi#hell if I know#sometimes bare-bones angst is just what the doctor ordered#shoutout to Caged Unbroken by MetaBlade#it absolutely destroys me every time I reread it and the base idea here is inspired by it#read it immediately. This is a threat#peaches' fancy fics
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Honestly i really do know im being annoying with this but the logistics of swapping out Avon and Raistlin and watching what theh do is the greatest form of Playing With Dolls I've ever ever had. Its a serotonin treadmill. You've heard of watching a brilliant, dark tortured genius asshole slowly create his own downfall what about landing in the middle of such a slipperyslope and starting to turn it into an entirely different one. AND THERE'S PVP ALLOWED, one of my main options rn is Avon-as-Raistlin starts planning how to re-open the connection and either undo this or pass some more things between the worlds- and Raistlin-as-Avon is like FINDERS KEEPERS BITCH. Paying It (The Lichdom Curse) Forewards, im staying in your life and im winning at it, fuck off. And Avon's like, ex-fucking-scuse me?
#what if. in this route avon is repoening the connection through magic raist-as-avon is gonna start regaining the capscity for magic too.#and it can be a Metaphysical Wizard Duel AND like an emotional climax whhen their parties catch up#and like. avon coming back for his friends carried on a storm. the fact that despite dverything he would fight for it-#even if hes doing it for an Incredibly Specific Way he wants to benefit power from merging both worlds that STILL a level of#coming back for his friends and lives and such yknow. its gonna affect them.#and raistlin possibly seeing caramon again-#i dont think avon would be as desperate to strike out on his own thats a raist psychological thing-#and maybe trying to appeal through the barrier like. hey! if you want what's good for me. GET HIS ASS. I want to stay here!#and that classic kind of tension between them. caramon wanrs his brother back and raistlin thinking of it as caramon wanting him Weak#and Dependant on his protection. the whole aspect of like body and strength swap is very. interesting and a bit#yuck politically but thats part of the fun. this isnt a cure narrative this is game of thrines musical chairs over resources-#the bodies the magic the many differences in Circumstances that seperate the two wars-#not just genre but straight up strategical details. the privileges of space age comforts vs having an almost even chance at victory. etc et#YOU SEE ME. IM HAVING FUNNNNN#THIS IS SO FUN. IT SHOULD BE A NOVELLA LENGTH ZINE FROM THE 90S UNFORTUNATELY ITS JUST ME IN MY HEAD. BUT#cally can probably sense something is wrong from the start. mentally....#the grudging respect raist would have for blake vs unlike avon he is entirely capable of backstabbing the hell out of them all.#avon would find the Expanded DL Party loud and weirdly social and annoying and pass off as raist through that easily#but also just. as i said i think he's way less likely to actually Act to further only himself like raist would#especially as Not Native to this setting like. no use aloanating possible resources. hes just gonna steer them All As A Group towards#paths of survival and advantage in the war that are Also to his personal magic based benefits i think#im having FUN#yknow what i might make this my Pinned. im Going Through A Moment.#dragons of the sad embezzler
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hit em with an art summary when they least expect it
template from @/Taxkha on twitter!
#my art#my finished stuff#you’ll never guess which of these took me the longest just based off the thumbnail BAAHAHAHA#anyway. didnt think id even have enough to cover the whole 12 months but i guess i did#so thats already an improvement#ah idk. i dont like saying i think im getting better because it always ends up that i start hating my art again right after#but hey im definitely getting somewhere! hells yeah#art summary
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collab with @cowboyvillainz who did the lineart here, i did colors
(alistaire is biting charlie’s sunglasses) (charlie did not know this was going to happen) (next photo: blurry shot of charlie yelling and chasing alistaire who is running away, sunglasses still in his mouth)
#oc art#human art#superhero oc#supervillain oc#collab#stanley does art#charlie grimms#always feel weird adding the superhero / villain oc tags when they're just being normal and not costumed#but hey! they're still superguys! anyway#more stuff that doesn't fit in the desc: this is 6-7yrs in the future#charlie forgot to put on sunscreen. adhd king.#alistaire got him that shirt btw. it took him a second and then he thought the double entendre was really funny#a reminder: his superpower is shooting energy bullets from his fingertips#alistaire's is electricity which is why the sun on his ??? shirt ??? his top. has lightning bolt rays#and umm last note. surli based the pose off a blurry picture of two guys from mcr i think. the vibes were so strongly Them#it was supposed to be a funny meme image and then it turned into an actually nice fun summer image. which is also still a meme but i digress#stupid as hell ride or die best friends who hate each other who woudl kill each other who would kill FOR each other
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chat i'm deranged about minecraft again
#hey btw isn't it interesting that piglins and zombified piglins can live together peacefully#but overworld zombies aggro to the player from the second they render in#like lore wise. assuming these zombies are human? cause there's separate zombie villagers#idk what that implies but. weird. anyway#i meant deranged as in i'm playing again and today i built a lava farm#and a new chest room and i made our nether base like. moderately less ugly#it's still a cobblestone hut but i'm waiting for a friend to help deck it out#ummm i got lost in the nether after that for like 2 hours. that was cool. found my way back with math#ermmm. yeah i think that's it. spruced up the house a tiny bit. again waiting for a friend#might've maxed out a villager trade on accident.#trying to get a mending book. in hell. it's 26 emeralds
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I'm forced to go to a Catholic school, and my theology was trying to teach us about how some disciple was asked by Jesus to follow him out of nowhere and he did? She then made us write what we would do?
And I was supposed to give the classic Christian girl answer of "of course I would follow Jesus :3 <3" But I kid you not I wrote "Well, let's see...a random dude asking a teenage girl to follow him? seems sketchy doesn't it..."
No one knows i'm sacrilegious and a dystheist yet
Reminds me of when my youth group was asked how they'd react to a popular celebrity coming in the door then we were asked how we'd react if Jesus walked in and got shamed if our Jesus reaction seemed any less enthusiastic than our reaction to our favorite celebrity
#Autism got me so I was reacting scared until I saw everyone else#and realized it wasn't supposed to be a real thing we're just supposed to perform excitement#'Hey kids you better react more excited at the implication of the apocalypse over your favorite pop star#or else you'll go to hell when that time does come :)'#It's wild out here ur truly the strongest soldier#I was luckily never forced to go to a christian school#I did have to go to christian after school programs since my parents worked so late back then#but luckily my actual base education was public#good luck anon o7#anon tag
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