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finished the latest ep of mentopolis
this HAS GOT TO BE MY FAVE SEASON (i say every season)
i swear to god if they hurt and change fix i swear
i need this in a dvd version i need somewhere to keep this so that i wont ever lost access to d20 i swear i might be going insane fix fix i understand u innately i am going to fight i swear
#d20 mentopolis#mentopolis spoilers#ahoys thoughts#I CANT THE MUSIC THE MUSIC THIS SEAOSN#NOIR AIHFIODHDIOHDO#I WANT A ANALOUGE BERSION OF THIS PLEASE#me and my urge to preserve everything im hyperfixtated on for years#hold on BOYS#the fix#the fix mentopolis
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“harry is irredeemable because he has the capacity to be a fascist” EVERYONE HAS THE CAPACITY TO BE A FASCIST DICKHEAD IT CAME FREE WITH YOUR FUCKING BRAIN
#sunny rambles#this is about an addition to a post thay was made (checks notes) on the 5th of may#but damn if you dont hold harry to ridiculous standards#disco elysium#harry du bois
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"boys will be boys" yeah boys will whine like a pup in heat while their pretty cock gets edged and overstimulated by a pretty girl over n over again until they cant take it anymore. boys will be boys though
#og post#its me im the pretty girl#i love subby men#subby boys#deranged behavior#hornyposting#bd/sm switch#bd/sm community#overstim kink#edging kink#1cky boy#dommymommy#dumb slvt#rough kink#petpl4y#female dominance#omorashi#this is not an omorashi post but i like omorashi so im still tagging it#bladder desperation#piss desperation#piss holding#desperate wh0re#omo wetting#sub men#domme mommy#dom mommy#subby men#mommy k!nk#femdxm#male sub
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Something something 16yo 2k12 Mikey gets sucked into a portal and sent into the RISE universe and ends up helping raise the RISE kiddos AU
#my art#rottmnt#tmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#tmnt mikey#tmnt 2012#rottmnt splinter#it keeps us dancing au#do i wanna talk about this au#i LOVE the idea that the reason why the rise boys are so funny and jovial and kind#is because 2k12 mikey had a hand in raising them#he kicks splinters butt into being a better parent#and also gives the boys a parental/big brother figure to look up to#and care for them#2k12 mikey would ADORE these babies so much#*holds your hands* listen to me very carefully#he would LOVE on these kiddos so much#and they would ADORE 2k12 mikey back#ohhh the fics i want to write#as soon as i have time its over for you all i am OBSESSED with this idea#they would call him TEE in this too#because i dont think 2k12 mikey would wanna be called mikey#since theres ALREADY a mikey here#and something something shouldnt mess with the different dimensions yada yada#IKUD AU
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Edit: the expression added under the cut 🫡
Blue-eyes
#did I base this entire thing solely on the fact that the hanged man in the dream calls Harry blue eyes? maybe.#also shivers#ALSO NO HES NOT SMOKING THE FILTER HES HOLDING IT I SWEAR#art#sketch#fanart#procreate#painting#digital art#disco elysium#disco elysium fanart#de fanart#disco elysium harry#de harry#harry du bois#harry dubois#harrier du bois
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happy twin peaks fall or whatever. <3
#twin peaks#dale cooper#harry truman#my art#still holding off on rewatching but when i do...hooooo boy. itll be wild
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percy doing better than annabeth in college is one my favorite developments in the rrverse. if we reflect on percy and annabeth's academic upbringing. annabeth living at camp allowed her to receive accommodations for her adhd and dyslexia and surround herself with like-minded campers who had the same limitations. whereas percy was ridiculed, belittled, and routinely humiliated because of his adhd and dyslexia. even more so, percy's friends and family leave him out of the loop on so many important issue (no chb orientation film, no information about the great prophecy) which perpetuates his subpar confidence and self-esteem in his skills as a student and a demigod. but going to college at NRU changes his mindset because he receives the accommodations he should have gotten years ago and fucking thrives to the point of getting higher grades than annabeth — a person he deems way smarter and more prepared than him in every way. the most important thing percy is learning now is that a supportive environment makes all the difference, and he is more capable than he initially thought.
#in no way is this me trying to diminsh annabeth's struggles#because she canonically does#but she also has access to resources that accomdate her learning disabilities#whereas percy never did#even in an environment where demigods are supposed to be on equal footing because of their shared struggles#percy often gets the short end of the stick because no has properly prepared him for anything#he canonically has to figure shit out on his own and that pisses me offc#but nru gives him the accommodations and opportunity and environment to thrive#and he does so well that he earns higher grades than annabeth#somebody percy holds in high regard#this development proves percy and annabeth are canonically on par with each other academically and that they always were#what an amazing decision#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percy getting higher grades than annabeth#loves this for him#he deserves to thrive in the mortal world and our boy is doing it
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was this anyone else's first thought, or
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#anglerfish#YES hiking jade let's GO#send him up the mountain to look at some funky mushrooms#love how delicately he's holding his lantern with his little pinky out#ooh la la monsieur mastermind#now what are the odds we're getting gargoyle-club malleus next#probably not good but LOOK let me DREAM#i also very much want the equestrian club. GIVE ME HORSE BOYS#actually just give me everyone i want to see everyone#man though the june schedule looking pretty light over here in jp#which always makes me think something big is coming up...#whenever they pull a training camp on us it instantly sends my brain into overthinking mode#chances are good it's more main story though!#we've been averaging every-other-month story updates for a while now and the consistency is nice#i'm still not over the eight months between the end of episode 5 and the start of episode 6...#(IT'S FINE i want them to take all the time they need! i am just impatient)#(i will happily wait but i will be rolling around on the ground the entire time)
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OH MY GOD I NEED TO EAT YOUR ARTSTYLE, CHEW AND COMSUME IT,
Your Jayvik art means MILLIONS to me, there's something so cozy and happy about how you draw the boys that makes me want to consume more of your art MY GOD 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
All the loves to you and your art 💜💜
Thank you so much!! Please enjoy the snack!
#🤲 I humbly offer#these silly guys have been one of my most favourites since the show aired#thank you for your kind words!!#I’m holding off on drawing any s2 content until it’s been out for a bit longer so I don’t get in trouble#but the s1 boys is also good for my soul#hope we’re all doing okay after that final act#hoo boy#my art#ask#arcane#arcane league of legends#jayce talis#arcane jayce#viktor arcane#jayvik
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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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Ghost touch 🔎
#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#edwin x charles#dbd fanart#mywork2024#the little finger touch#the way charles would do that to tell edwin he wants to hold his hand but he isn’t sure if he’s okay with it sobs#i love them sosososoo much
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Just bros being bros
#life is kicking my ass right now so i havent posted in a while#i had a ton of exams and finals are coming up which is stressing me out#but the dead boys!!!!#look at them#look at them with your eyeballs#dead boy detectives#dbda#renew dead boy detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#payneland#savedeadboydetectives#dbda fanart#i tried to make edwin look like he is holding back laughter because thats how I interpreted his expression#i am really happy with how charles turned out#it seems i finally got the hang of drawing him#dextheartist
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#meljay#jayvik#jayce talis#mel medarda#viktor arcane#meljayvik#arcane#arcane season 2#Viktor and Mel are mlm and wlw hostility to me#but they tolerate each other for their pretty boy#like two gods putting their feud on hold and tolerating each other for their favorite human who’s experienced the horrors#text posts
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charles + hands
for @iammissdistress and @purgatory606
#god this is obscenely gratuitous nobody look at me#look at the finger jiggle in the ninth gif instead. immediately.#dead boy detectives#dbda#charles rowland#jayden revri#my gifs#took a whole ass month AND would probably never have been done without arina hunting down timestamps#and mira holding my hand through 30+ gifs and insisting they were all fantastic (they were not)#this is for you <33
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