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GODDAMMIT FOGLIOS, or I See What You Did There...
The twelve most common letters in the English language are
ETAOIN SHRDLU
...otherwise known to Girl Genius readers as
EOTAIN and SHURDLU
These two:
The original Geisterdamen (we know, because they recognize Agatha later in Sturmhalten, and they're still mad about it in Paris):
These guys:
The characters who speak an untranslated language are named after a cryptography reference.
...
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...that's funny.
Kudos, Professors, you're very clever.
Goddammit.
#girl genius#names in girl genius#jokes i only JUST NOW got#goddammit foglios#oh they're clever#geisterdamen#this comic i swear#every single time#always something new to see#i will never catch all the jokes
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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU#I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track)#The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more.#I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by#and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles!#Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise!#I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space.#It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is#You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together:#I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper.#I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything.#You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there.#Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite.#day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less:#'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all)#This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly.#(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)
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as an american, sam reid’s total inability to hide his contempt for overly fake-chipper american journalists, especially ones who Have Not Done The Assigned Reading know and care about the show, will never not be hilarious and iconic to me
#sometimes he can dial it back to civil blank apathy#but i have never laughed and cringed like that at the same time#sorry we’re so fake bro we’re just Like That#his frank tiredness with unoriginal or dumb questions is kinda refreshing#i think we first got it full-blast with It’s What’s Written In The Books last season#after 5K ‘why is it gay’ questions#but that latest Dish tv interview where the journo joked they thought he was dead holy fuck#defcon 1 levels of Done#it’s sort of fascinating since generally all celebrities play along with any interviewing atrocities they suffer though#american fakeism is the lowest bar to endure but the man is just a wall#lol don’t lose that sir#iwtv#interview with the vampire#okay no sorry this is my ted talk—#i mean he’s not alone frex some european actors in particular seem to pull out their best acting chops when#faced with shrilly chipper american interviewers#though sometimes you can catch the horror in their eyes#and hugh grant epically blanked that one effusive interviewer on the red carpet at the oscars the yr before last#and was almost assigned 40 lashes in the court of public opinion#(until will smith sucked all the oxygen out of the room)#but sam reid is just full stop not going to reflect back. it’s…kind of awesome and not a little brave in this biz#anyway this has been my ted talk#saluting an icon 🫡
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What is it with fantasy high and girls dying before their lives ever began. How we can never really know who they are, or who they could’ve been. Brennan Lee Mulligan I will find you
#ramblings#fantasy high#dimension 20#fhjy#fantasy high junior year#lucy frostblade#yea yea this is obviously about Lucy. but also..#um#penelope everpetal#(collective booing from the crowd)#(I am dragged off the stage)#jokes aside tho#they both have that quality of haunting a narrative (Penelope specifically in the seven and Lucy in fhjy)#they’re gone. their stories are over. and yet#they have a hold over the ones they left behind#we will never truly know Lucy past anecdotes and old stories#penelope was an array of false faces and honestly? we’ll never know her either. all we’ve got is that old picture of her and Sam#and obviously Lucy was kinder. she definitely didn’t deserve what happened to her#while you could argue Penelope got what was coming for her#but the fact remains#Lucy Frostblade and Penelope Everpetal we’re both teenage girls who we can only catch glimpses of. forever#in some ways#they’re the same. dead girls who never fully leave. their ghosts still visible in the corner of your eyes#anyway rant over I’m just obsessed with d20 girls and I can draw parallels from anywhere#I might make a more… comprehensive post about this one day who knows
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oh fuck merlin following after arthur for five seasons, at his heel following him into every battle, every fight, every quest without regard for his own safety. arthur dying on the shore of that damn lake and merlin dying with him but his body remains. arthur goes to avalon and merlin is forced to stay on earth. merlin can’t follow arthur this time. this is one journey merlin and arthur can’t take together. two halves split and kept apart for over fifteen hundred years. goddamn it. these fucking assholes never fail to make me cry. i hate them i hate them i hate them i hate them
#merlin screaming at the lake - screaming at arthur - at how he left him. he left merlin all alone.#merlin is alone and arthur is with all their friends in avalon#gwen tryibg to console merlin over arthurs death by saying that they’ll all be reunited in the otherworld#and that may be true for her and the knights of the round table#but not merlin#merlin will roam the earth for centuries ALONE#its one of the cruelest jokes of the gods#making two people soulmates. theyre each others other half. they are destined to meet and become a legend#they only get ten years together#arthur is taken from merlin. they take his other half. and instead of roaming for forty years in grief and sorrow#they doom him to roam for eternity. soulmates. one who died too young and one who will never meet his end.#soulmates who were destined to meet but never destibed to stay together#FUCK THEM#I HATE THEM#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#angst#its an angst kinda night#i hate them so much#imagine meeting ur literal soulmate. ur other half. half of your soul. and holding them as they die. and end up being immortal.#i would fight god#wtf do you mean by that#nahh nah nah cmere and catch these immortal hands#what are u gonna do? kill me??
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Emotional support fuckass suspenders
#black veil brides#bvb#andy biersack#andy bvb#guy of all time 🖤#maeve.png#one day I won’t make a baby seasons change but people don’t joke#not today tho y’all stay safe#it’s just so funny that out of all the early stage items the suspenders are what carry on#man who you will never catch wearing a belt for function#FASHION ONLY
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I watched Avengers: Age of Ultron (apart from I skipped some overly long action sequences) and I am not sure so can someone tell me whether or not Tony Stark was the baddy in that film? Because about halfway through I was sure he was but then it was maybe just an evil robot after all and I am confused because either this film was surprisingly subversive or it was about robots hitting each other.
#I CANT STAND THE CONFUSION IN MY MIND#also i get why people wrote wanda/sylvie. they should go on a wholesome chick-flick revenge-quest together. and also they should kiss.#also i am now only *half* joking about thor being in love with mjolnir#it kept doing Christianity Bits which was quite awks.#not sure why it used the bit about building the church on a rock for some metal i mean wasn't jesus making a pun there? about peter?#i think Vision might be Jesus? or else he's Dr Manhattan who's done a first year philosophy course. could go either way on that tbh.#BUT TONY WAS THE BADDY RIGHT? WAS HE? WAS TONY THE BADDY OR NOT????#with the homocidal glitches in what he thinks is his winning personality?#and all the weapons he's made and is in fact still making but now he only sells them to The Good Guys?#except look how easily they fall out with each other and also don't a lot of innocent bystanders die in their overly long action scenes?#also i need to write fic about whether mjolnir does in fact obey some unknown code that can be cracked if you set your mind to it#she does like Robot Jesus so apparently we can rely on her to make the major decisions from now on#the ending's a bit ominous - apparently someone's collecting those TVA paperweights to do... something? Oh no! :O#yeah i watched the MCU in the wrong order shut up this was inevitable and Marvisney should just embrace that at this point#(i know 'Marvisney' will never catch on but that will not stop me using it)#the loki series ending is but the latest installment of “unlimited power with no oversight is fine as long as the Good people have it”#UNLESS TONY WAS ACTUALLY THE BADDY. WHICH AS I MENTIONED I AM NOT AT ALL CLEAR ON.#maybe what i mean is was tony stark the baddy *on purpose*?#i only picked this one to watch next because tumblr gifsets told me thor wears a nice coat in it#which he does! but only for a small fraction of the film :(#journey into the mcu#the avengers (the marvel ones not the other ones)
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the fact that the entirety of taylor swift’s ‘you’re losing me’ bridge can both be applied to peeta after the first games during cf before he made peace with it and offered friendship to katniss and katniss during mockingjay after peeta came back hijacked and tried to kill her makes my head spin
#i’m having a test in a few minutes and this is what i’m thinking about??#lmao#my academic life is a joke#anyways i want to make an essay about it#but i’m not good at essays so that probably will never happen#but i should ugh it’s all tangled up in my mind#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#the hunger games#catching fire#mockingjay#thg#nadirants
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i am an essek high int low wis believer
#critical role#cr2#the mighty nein#m9#essek thelyss#hey listen?#as a wizard hes good at his job? but as a person he has NO street smarts.#goes into your house and dumps all his secret trauma on you.#falls in love with a group of strangers in less than a MONTH#is a drow but picks a sun elf as disguise. calls him lord lord from around#his jokes have NEVER landed ever. not ONCE.#i love him more than you can comprehend#also NEVER catched on social clues even as a politician like#EDIT: this is a JOKE oh my god!!! its just a silly post!!!! i KNOW he's smart theres no need to write a wall of text about it lmao
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I was feeling like a bit of slightly-angsty isolation this thursday, so...
AU where, instead of a double transmigration happening, RokSoo transmigrated to ogCale's body, but ogCale was put into a newly made double of his body and confined into a dimension pocket.
And just, no one knows about it and he can't get out until certain conditions are reached. For example: that someone finally gets rid of WS.
Luckily for him, RokSoo and company are rather fast to kill the white star. It only took them two years, way better than in his previous timeline.
Although, those are still two years in which og!Cale, the 40-year-old war soldier turned an 18-year-old time-traveler, had to spend trapped in that place. Completely alone except for the occasional god checking on him, and a few animals a god had the kindness to let for him. (It was Loki, but no one is going to call him out).
Og!Cale is a person who loves easily and deeply but, contrary to his true nature, someone who lived through decades without deep boundaries to gave him feedback. Whether it was during the war that took everyone he knew from him, or before that, with the family he choose to stay at distance and love them from the side-lines. He lived so long without feeling genuine care, making any emotional bond that isn't one-sided, that he's hungry for them.
Being in the past, where everyone he loves hadn't died yet, where they will live, and being so close— just a dimensional door away, really— but not being able to see them, hear them, nor even talk to them... It hurts.
He's happy and so, so glad. They're alive. They can laugh and eat and breath again— and, someday, he will see them again. Even if they don't know how to act with him and is uncomfortable. Even if, most probably, they don't know he's not there and don't miss him, he will see them again.
So, yeah, he's fine with this situation. He accepted this.
That doesn't mean that the waiting doesn't suck. He, a freedom loving person, trapped in the godly version of a safehouse. Most of the days it's only he, his thoughts and the ridiculous massive library Athena managed to fit in here. And his friends, the animals, of course.
Inside of that lonely place, of course, Cale gets attached to the animals that are by his side everyday. He was already an animal lover, to begin with. The little guys who just go through their lives being absolutely adorable and are more loyal than most people around... How can he not love them?
Besides, Athanasia, the griffin, gives the best cuddles he has ever had.
He gets used, eventually. It's not like he never had lived in a big house where the only beings around wouldn't speak more than three words to him. (Well, at least the animals try to talk with him. He just needed to learn what they mean.)
And Cale can do whatever he wants here. If he wants to play the violin or paint, do acrobatics or keep his training, he can just do it. There's no need to hide. No need to restrain himself.
There's no one here to get sad at her memories. No one to spread rumors about 'skills' or 'talents'. No one to turn his interests into weapons against his own family by comparing Bassen to him.
Eventually, it feels like a different kind of freedom here.
—And then he gets out.
#so he has to stay there until the things with ws finish#he's so bored and trying not to have bad thoughts#so he keeps himself bussy with anything he can think of#the library? he read it thrice already#he plays with every single of the animals there#he teaches the parrot to sing and give sassy remarks#he plays catch the ball with the griffin#and fake fights with the fenrir#he also talks with them all the time as if he could understand them and the gods don't know if he's joking or not#except loki. he knows the truth#he tried every single hobby that he could think of at least once#kept some of them but he's never doing pottery ever again#too much mud under his fingers. his brain and og!cale himself didn't like it#krs!cale is gonna be jealous that someone else got the chance to live his slacker life#while he was running around dealing with terrorists#but og!cale had had enough isolation for a life time (hah)#the god of death is going to be in some deep shit once they find out#og!cale probably would try to explain that#no. it was not kidnapping. i accepted this#“i mean. being trapped in a dimensional pocket where you can lose track of the time easily is not that fun#but it wasn't that bad either. I had animals with me"#and accidentally make it worst#though they get distracted when og!cale presents his pets to the children and mary#og!cale henituse#og cale#og cale henituse#og!cale#athanasia the griffin#she's baby and could kill a man with a single paw#but she most likely won't
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Could the sinner really be redeemed? Can he be saved or just lulled to temporary rest? Is peace of mind an achievable, realistic goal for the truly wicked by heart?
Nikto was by all means a good soldier. An unstoppable force once on the field, the only thing that could possibly stop him from finishing this mission was a bullet in the head, point blank.
As proof that he has yet to be stopped, he was still there, alive. Here and there would be a better thing to say. He couldn't keep himself down by any means of the word. All of Nikto, every one of them had differing views and nobody around him could really guess who they were speaking with. Only you. To your surprise it was not that difficult. The contrast between his different 'selves' was pretty prominent, it only takes actual care and to pay attention to notice. Something nobody else was willing to put. Of course, there were those mandatory therapy sessions Nikto was forced into just to still be deployed but they were nothing but a legality. Even his therapist understood that in how..broken, twisted of a man Nikto is, laid the true strength he had. Frankly? He wouldn't be 'Nobody', 'Nikto', if it weren't for the trauma. He knew it, they knew it, his teammates and therapist..nobody stopped to think further. It made everything simple for him.
But sometimes no matter how simple ones life is, nothing will stay the same. A change here and there, an unexpected switch, break, snap or trigger and everything goes back to shit. Nikto constantly needs to be knocked into his damn place. A wild rabid dog punched and kicked into place by the higher ups just for him to bite them and run away for a day or two. Childish, he knows. Stupid decision, he knows.
But he made him do it. Nikto wasn't at fault for running away.
It was a pretty damn unlucky time for that to happen. Everything piled up in his head, the voices being louder than before during a night at a safehouse. He has actively been going through a manic episode for the past days, he had lost track of it. Gripping his mask as he violently shook his body. He hated feeling like this but oh it felt so good.. his only peace of mind was the possibility of a death, of a redemption or some sort of magic potion to revert everything back to how it was. He couldn't handle this state he was in, so, to prevent himself from being seen like that, he ran away.
A stormy, rainy middle of the night, even the bustling highway had almost fully emptied out, leaving nothing but a foggy semi visible road with bright yellow signs. How did he get all the way out of the forest to the highway? He didn't have a clue but he felt so...good. The rational part of his brain was screaming that was a horrible idea!!! If they catch him out, disregarding orders and doing as he fucking wishes, he'll be in a really damn big trouble he doesn't need right now but the mania had other plans.
He... they? Who? Nobody was still in full gear, believing that anytime now, someone, or something, will come out and try to catch him, so might as well be prepared! A gun prepared in the ready as he stood in the middle of the street, staring at one same point. His body was still shaking even if he could hardly feel it from the cold.
Nobody was coming. There was no-one there, not a single car. That ruined Nikto's mood even more. What did he even want? Why would he want someone to catch him? Is that a game for you, Nikto?
Well, lucky for you..
As Niktos body started to give up from the unexpected rush of adrenaline and the freezing cold started to creep in to under his gear. No amount of gear can keep the cold out when he felt it inside of himself long ago. His legs freezing. To him, all of this had happened in the blink of an eye.
To you? The worried you? It has been almost 2 days. Nobody managed to find the man. Why? They weren't on a search. Only you noticed. So, doing the responsible thing.. you took an umbrella during the very next night of Nikto's disappearance and went out.
Weird, this rain hasn't stopped for days now? If anything, it's only getting stronger..
The umbrella did a surprisingly good job at keeping you dry and resisting the wind but your vision was still ' impaired ' from the neverending fogs taking over the entire street, maybe the whole city. This horrible weather hasn't moved and does not seem to be planning on leaving. Nikto found it fitting, you not so much.
Ah. Could you guess..
By the street, against a tree with an injured leg covered in dry blood lays Nikto. You found him. Slowly stepping closer to him, your grip on the umbrella remaining as tight as possible. If this was some sort of a cheesy movie, you'd say that Nikto might just be the direct source of this heavy rain and strong wind.
Nikto..Nikto?
In front of his eyes..from his very eyes, he could swear that he saw an angel, perhaps an angel of death, coming to claim him already. That umbrella above you, your clothes.. he could swear there were black wings right behind you as you stopped your steps right in front of him.
Eyes barely open, he took a deep breath, letting it out. There was no longer any little amount of warm breath showing from his 'mouth' as his body was colder than the very cold streets under him.
'it matches me' he thought to himself. Matching his heart. The heart that felt..ever so tiny bit warmer now that an angel as beautiful as you came to claim him. For once, he didn't want to fight. The dog did not bite anymore.
You spoke, spoke again and asked questions but weren't met with any reaction or answers. Was there a point in speaking?
Moving your umbrella from protecting you to being above the injured soldier. You weren't the one who needed protection even if Nikto may not view it as such. Maybe you really were an angel and he wasn't just deluded man who had given up to his insanity. Maybe..
Maybe.
Maybe..
The rain 'stopped' . It felt..a little less cold for Nikto. The only thing he could remember before passing out for who knows which time now was..how close you were, how..warm you felt just from getting closer. If he could ever believe his eyes again, he couldn't hope for anything but you in front of him until the end. Maybe it was just the mania speaking for him.
Maybe it was just the need for love, the need to be known, felt and seen that spoke for him. Maybe.
Before he could reawake and be greeted by the heavenly kiss he didn't think of being worthy of, he felt himself being picked up by the arms. After so many years, no matter your state, a soldier must remain awake. Calling him a light sleeper would be an understatement.
"Let's go back."
He could so vaguely hear your voice. Who..were you? [Redacted], are you an angel? A good or a bad omen? Why would you help a man like that? Did nobody teach you to let the weak die?
His eyes, once again, betraying him, falling back short. He couldn't hear your voice anymore. Only the loud loud rain that sounded like gunshots, deafening his already hurting numb ears. All he could hear was...?
?
Breathing..soft breathing. The one of a calm person. A person..not one that lives inside of Nikto's head. But someone else. He was being saved for once. Of course, when in the battlefield, he was brought up to his feet a couple times before, patched up but..never has he been saved.
No strength in him was left to think, to fight, to respond. He was at your mercy and instead of finishing the job, you took him 'home'. If he was awake, able to speak, he would be yelling at you to finish him off. You should've killed him when you had the chance. Were you stupid or just too soft for the army? Was he disgusted or thankful? Answers for which he couldn't think right now.
All he knew for a certain was that he wasn't alone and that everyone within him had involuntarily accepted your help. For which..as much as he hates it, he'll be indebted to you. He'll be nice for a day or two, maybe a week then everything will go back to normal.
That was the plan.
Oh..but the plan.. the plan was ignored, the mission unsuccessful.
He let you help him. Again. Again..again. and never repaid you. Every time he felt like he was losing himself, he'll subconscious limp to your room, his mind going back to that rainy night. When he was saved. He wanted to be saved. He wanted to be saved more than he wanted to be alive, to be alone.
Tonight, being especially tough on him. Everyone and everything was so loud. Earlier a bomb exploded so close to him, his ears were still bleeding but he refused to get himself checked out due to panic. What if he hurt himself badly enough to never be able to hear your voice again? He surely deserves it.
He 'deserves' it. He believes he does. Yet.. he is limping to you after the mission, shaky hands on the walls, leaving bloody prints all across it without a single fuck left in the world to give.
He needs to get to you. To the one who makes it ever so slightly closer to bearable. His saviour.
Stumbling down the halls, ignoring the nasty looks he got from other soldiers and just..focusing on the ground, his feet. Left foot, right foot.. he remembers how you helped him get on his feet so many times. Was it just something you did for everyone? Of course it was. Teamwork was a main thing for everyone here..yet.. you felt gentle to him.
Too gentle for him to consciously want to get close to. But now? That ' consciousness' was no longer there. What remains was only the broken shell of what used to be a man, a walking upcoming suicide, a living Ghost.
Closer to a zombie, a corpse that moves and growls in pain, he made his way down to your office. Once again, it was in the middle of the night. He got lucky that you took a night shift, finishing some paperwork. (Some of which, was meant for Nikto to fill but without telling him, you took most of the loads of work.) That's when you heard the thumping, the stomping and dragging of feet coming up to your door and stopping abruptly.
You spun your chair around to look at the door just in time to see it being kicked out open.
There he stood, once again, a broken mess. There was nothing visible in his eyes. No life, no ideas, no thoughts. Truly, a dead man. Yet, he walked. Walked..stepped right inside your room, walking up to you.
The desk was directly in front of the door with only the chair in between. Perfect set up for him if you ask. A simple room, he quite liked it. (Which was his excuse he used to justify sleeping in the office when you did work because you made his nightmares less worse just be being there.)
The silence was deafening, only the drops of blood hitting the floor along with the heavy sounds of his dirty boots that were muddled by a carpet making a sound. You understood, he understood. Nothing else was needed before he collapsed down on his knees right in front of you. One of his arms grabbed the armrest of your chair and the other one grabbed your ankle, pulling you and the entire chair closer. He was in no means gentle. Nikto didn't even think he was capable of being gentle. Maybe you'll get a bruise on your ankle for that grip but it was completely irrelevant.
His grip lessened immediately when he saw you didn't fight. Both arms releasing what they held as he rested then on your lap instead, his head laying down on his arms. From then, he was completely motionless. He could barely breathe with the mask on and in that position but to him, being close and not alone was far more important than any stupid amounts of air.
Your hand slowly put down the pen on the desk, making sure to not spin the chair around while you were putting the pen back on it's place. No need to wake him up now.
You stayed during his worst times. You stayed during his best. You stayed.
So, he'll stay. For an hour or two, he'll cry unknowingly. Most of his disfigured face could not even feel such sensations anymore. He needed you to look at him and tell him that he is crying. The water droplets were too gentle, too insignificant to feel against his bruised up, mostly skinless face. The face you still caressed so lovingly when you decided to help him. When you were nice enough to suggest him vaseline to make his face less itchy. When you cleaned and put on his mask.. a damn privilege for which you waited literal years to get. You waited for him. You were patient and careful. You understood.
How could he not cry?
A hand softly petting his back in a calm soothing manner. Ever so slowly, you leaned down to fully embrace him in a hug while still letting him let his pent up emotions. His ears felt muffled, his legs sore from running, crawling and hiding. Arms sore from carrying all those heavy weapons around, his face..his face simply just always hurt. Something always hurt. Mentally and physically.
But now? Yes, everything still hurt but..now there was a reason for him to want to make it stop hurting. To get the help he needs. His shaking only increased as you caressed him, eyes shut tightly, his teeth clenching, jaw sore. This feeling of vulnerability was sickening to the very core but his core couldn't be more glad than it was now that he got this. That now..he wasn't alone.
You weren't an angel, a god or a therapist but you were his saviour. His angel and his god. The one god that he could pray to and not feel betrayed by. Someone who heard his cries and helped. He couldn't be more thankful. Spiteful, hateful..so many conflicting emotions. Things he couldn't deal with alone.
He felt like the luckiest person alive. He finally felt like a person.
Nikto was no longer just a nobody, a killing machine. When with you, he was someone. He was someone. Someone with a reason to be. And treated as such.
For now, this someone will enjoy your time together. Worshipping the ground you step on for as long as you allow him.
The poor rabid dog has finally been taken to a shelter. Shown love. Shown care. Even if he still bites sometimes, he still has a home.
#please nikto just one chance#cod x male reader#male reader#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader#nikto x reader#nikto x you#nikto#cod nikto#x yn#cod x reader#x you#x female reader#religious trauma#religious undertones#tokyo revengers x male reader#my baby#my wife#i love him#They could NEVER make me hate you#I had to hold myself back with chains to not make this into a more soul crushing angst#Next time I'll catch y'all lacking just trust#What if instead of call of duty it was called call of the freaky and all operators oiled up and started a twerk off?#call of duty nikto#I start riding the phone when I see him I'm not even joking#SoundCloud
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I think kripke should be in extensive therapy and i personally don’t want jared on that set i just hope things work out for the best however.
#like given recent revelations#it’s true . kripke does treat male rape and sa like it’s a huge fucking joke because at the end of the day he too believes the men can’t#be raped/ assaulted narrative#that’s it’s just not the same for them and it’s a form of breaking balls or whatever#the boys might be a good show#in terms of compelling characters but it’s extremely disturbing and feeds into specific narratives as well especially about +#emotionally intelligent men#spn#like hughie is the heart of the show in every way that matters but#terrible things keep happening to him and it’s never truly addressed and he’s referred to as a “gaping wet pussy the implications +#of which I don’t even want to explore because it’s too horrifying#kripke’s thematic is that he takes a male character who’s the main character and he’s an emotionally intelligent and all around good guy#female character stand-in#and punishes them for having more “feminine traits despite being a Man . and thinks it’s funny. thinks they deserve it even#their ability to emphathise with people etc)#it’s frankly very horrifying to see. of course hughie can’t catch a break#he’s just a narrative device .#kripke is dense as hell#he's a bully . is the thing.
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If Twig evolved would Opal start transforming into a mini charizard? Would they go for their first flight together, Ark ready to catch them?
This really depends on her age! As an infant, Opal sticks to first-stage evolutions exclusively. To her itty bitty baby subconscious, that's the number-one way to get people to ensure she's safe and cared for. You gotta maximize the adorable baby elements and all that good stuff. Add in the fact that most people only evolve for the first time in their mid-teens at the extreme earliest, and she's only going to begin to venture into other evolutionary stages when she's at that age where toddlers want to copy their parents doing household chores— and even then, it'd be more like a slightly reddish charmander than an actual charmeleon sitting on the kitchen floor while smacking a serving spoon against a mixing bowl as Ark and Twig are making dinner.
However, when she's older, despite being more comfortable with taking the appearance of first-stage evolutions and a handful of second-stage evolutions, she would take more of an interest in charizards once Twig evolves again. It'd be a fun bonding thing for them— Opal would understand way more about flying than Twig would by then, and she'd think that it's hilarious that her mom doesn't know the basics of flight and she's able to teach her something for once instead of the other way around! It's super fun for Opal. She loves it, and she's a good teacher.
Smash cut to Twig launching herself backwards into a tree because Opal said the wind was totally perfect to fully open her wings into.
She's a good teacher :)
#Twig is okay guys dont worry#she starts DYING laughing and jokes about this incident all the time#I will say that she never really reaches the point where she actually flies any more than a few feet off the ground#it’s more of a step up from speedwalking for her than actual flight#(at least for now— maybe the way the story plays out as I make more posts will continue to see her actually fly)#so Ark is moreso there for emotional support as she and Opal zip around in circles with each other than to actually catch anyone#shadow baby au#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokémon mystery dungeon#pmd explorers#pmd eos#pmd sky#pmd2#pmd#sofie answers asks
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Your swsh art always makes me want to replay the game because i love it and its my favorite pokemon game and every time i play another pokemon game i think of it how i miss certain elements from swsh. Then i boot up the game and im once again caught in the 1 hour 40 minutes hand held intro and im like ah- now i remember why i have been playing other pokemon games instead of this one. Happy (late?) birthday!
you don't want to listen to hop? you don't want to hear him teach you about type matchups? you don't wanna let him cheer u on...? 🥺 waa....?
#ask#bakuspeech#I am joking to be clear lmao#thank u happy bday to me !!#tbh I got real used to pokemon overexpositioning since sumo lol. it's kind of a boon for me#cause I'm not a Gamer™ and my brain takes stuff on Very slowly#so the tutorial stuff and the cutscenes give me time to catch up. also it's still fun to see these guys run around#I am in fact here for these guys lol. weird thing to say about the game built on and with an essential focus on the pokemon I know#I just like humans! I just like watching hop running circles around my player character all excited#and leon being a dick to his hometown people when they're expecting 'leon' back and they get the champion instead#and you get to see sonia used to dealing with it but the frustration never fully fades and how close she is to hop and that picture's bleak#listen this is my bread&butter lol. leon really doesn't show up That much himself around the game he's a shadow casted over the story#it's always interesting to me! does Not mean it's not sluggish to other people who want to play the game lmao#but I like it. also the tutorial at least the first time around was necessary to me bc the difficulty scales way up later on lol#it's a very good first pokemon game I maintain this. sumo never managed to teach me the same way swsh did#I still care drampa tho thank u drampa for being real I love u#lmao it feels like saying I'm not a Gamer™ violates some tenets of having adhd somehow. but its just the case here#the main genres I play are 'itch games tangential to the haunted ps1 people' and 'popcap-style casual games'#my sport's figuring out shapes n movin my stylus sadly. well not sadly why would that be sad
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oh. oh.. oh immmm so tired ofbeing angry. oh im sooooooo tiredd o fbeing angry oh my god oh my god
#tell me this is a goddamn joke or oath isnt going to like what happens next#youret elling me we. we were looking forward to theweekend and sleeping in and talking to our friends and having time for ourselves andd#okay i csndt we cant we cant we what are you talkingabouttttt. whatsre yuotalking aboutttttttttttt#you want us. you spring this on us you can't spontaneously tell us we have to go to a family gathering wake up at 6am romorrow and#ONE OF THOSE FUCKIGNF MEN PULLED A DAMN GUN ON HIS WIFE AND KIDS AND WEEE HAVE TO GO PICK APPLES WITH HIM??#KNOWING THAT?? YOU WANTKTUS TO GO ON A PICNIC BE A HAPPY FAMILY TOGETHRE AND#doES IT NOT ENDD DOES IT NEVER END WILL IT NEVER END#TOMORROW??? TOMORROW????? YOU TELL US THIS TODAY?? NO PREP NO NOTHING WAKGIGN UP AT 6 AM TOMORROW TO GO WITH OUR STUPDINS ASS COUSINS#WE GO TO HELL SCHOOL THE WHOLE WEEK AND THE SINGLE DAY WE HAVE TO REST YOU JUST?? THRERE IS NO ACTION DDRASTIC ENOUGH TO SHOW HOW ANGRY IAM#CAN YOU LET US REST CAN YOU LET US REST AUGUST YOUHAVE BEEN NOTHGIN BUT HELL AND I AND WE CANT I#right okay back to it then. as always it doesn't matter. we go we act neurotypical we lie about school we babysit the kids we waste spoons#and then sunday we have laundry day and then monday its back to the school that hates us and then another week and another andd#ohhhh we need to cry i think we needto go back to sleep its never going to end#[three of swords]#<- WE'RE SO TIRED OF USING THIS TAG. WE FEEL SO NEGATIVE ALL THE TIME WE KEEP BRINGING PEOPLE DOWN#WE'RE SORRY YOU CAUGHT US AT A BAD TIME YOU'RE CATCHING THE TAIL END OF A STAR BURNING OUT AND DYING.#and you deserve better you deserve better
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not to be lonely on fandom zvxbx but it's pride month and I havent been kissed since 2016 lads. Home of Phobic.
#I need someone else with Gomens Autism to date me bc this fuckin show is all i ever talk about#seduces you by dropping deep lore about my little guys#i joke but like that is literally how I snagged my ex during season 1 so like.... maybe i can catch another nerd when s3 drops. bcncnc#'but lilli' i hear you cry 'those dates dont match up!' ah but you see i never kissed my ex boyfriend in the four years we were together#bc we were unfortunately on different continents
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