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xamaxenta · 8 months ago
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(to da tune of scatman ski ba bop ba dop bop)
im the rat man
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amu-brain-dump · 1 year ago
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hi amu whatre you doing this weekend 🌸
So this weekend I overbooked myself like an idiot and have spent a combined of 6 hours in my house not counting sleep....
I went yesterday to a Michael Jackson convention. It was more fun than anticipated but it rained heavily on my way back so I got wet cause (like an idiot) I don't have an umbrella..
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We went to the market next to the venue and I got myself tartiflette for lunch.
And today I went to MCM Comic Con and it was amazing but I'm exhausted.... My friend was super duper late cause traffic to get to the con was crazy and they didn't have seating outside so I was just standing there waiting. But when we got inside we saw sooo many cool things and cosplays and vendors and trinkets
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I took lost of pics with cosplayers this time around and it was really cool. After we went to dinner I got the biggest burger I've eaten in my life but it was so goooooood
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Overall it's been a really good weekend but I'm not doing this again... I will stay at home as much as I can the next 2 weeks to compensate for it....
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artingstarvist · 1 year ago
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TGCF Vol 3, Chp. 43 - 44 (First "Kiss") Part 2 / 5 (First, Next)
Next part is finally done! Xie Lian's inner monologue kills me.
Novel excerpt under the cut:
[denotes panel #]
[1, 2] Xie Lian blinked, trying desperately to bat away the thousands upon millions of lingering crystalline bubbles. [3] Then he found himself caught by a pair of strong arms. [4, 5] One hand circled his waist, and the other grasped his chin. [6] In the next second, something cold and soft covered his lips. [7]In that instant, Xie Lian's eyes bulged. Never in his life had anyone treated him like this. First, no one dared, second, no one could. However this person was swift like the devil and had appeared so suddenly that he had no chance to defend himself before he'd been plunged into such a state. [8, 9] Flustered, he thrashed and desperately tried to push the person away. [10] Instead, he only succeeded in choking on large mouthfuls of water as string after string of bubbles escaped his mouth like crystal beads. Of course, this was a big mistake underwater. [11] The hands round his waist only tightened, pressing their bodies closer together, and Xie Lian's struggling hands were firmly folded and crushed against his own chest, trapping them in place. [12] His lips, too, were securely sealed. The kiss deepened, and with it, a breath of cool, gentle air was transferred into his mouth. [13, 14, 15] Completely helpless and at a loss, just as Xie Lian began to accept his fate, he finally saw the person's face clearly. [16] It was Hua Cheng. [17] The moment he realized it was Hua Cheng, he stopped struggling. Innumerable random thoughts popped into his mind, all inappropriate for the time and place, such as : So it was Hua Cheng! No wonder he's cold. [18] Ghosts don't need to breathe, but he can still transfer air to me?! [19] Don't ghosts sink in the water? [20] Hua Cheng suddenly opened his eye. [21, 22] Staring into that dark eye from such an intimate distance, Xie Lian froze again, then resumed struggling, his arms flailing like a duck so clumsy it was drowning. [23, 24] Hua Cheng easily corralled those thrashing limbs, and with his arm still firmly locked around Xie Lian's waist, Hua Cheng took him and speedily swam upward.
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cobaltfluff · 4 months ago
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wait, who's getting married??
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b4kuch1n · 2 years ago
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study of this masterwork
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szakkale · 1 year ago
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look at my monstrosity
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xpiester333x · 8 months ago
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Losing Haurchefant was really so sad for your WoL.
Like, you come off the boat (or cart) a fresh-faced adventurer and by the time you've finished Copperbell Mines you've met 2 parties of adventurers just like you who die in those dungeons.
And then when Ifrit tempers an entire group of your allies you have to fine out they are all put to death because they were tempered and somehow you just magically walked out of that unscathed. I even did a sahagain quest today that made you "rescue" some Maelstrom soldiers, who have actually all been tempered so you're tasked with killing them by your own hand.
And all of the rough shit culminates into getting framed for regicide and having all of the people you've given so much for turn against you. And you lose so many friends in the process (you get Y'shtola and Thancred back eventually, but you have no way of knowing that), you're separated from all of your allies and the only surviving ally you have left (that you're aware of) is sinking into a deep depression because he carries the fault for what happened.
And then there's Haurchefant, pressing a mug of hot chocolate into your hands and assuring you everything is going to be alright. Encouraging you to smile even through all the hardship. You're still a hero in his mind. None of your perceived failures or shortcomings have done anything to discourage him from seeing you in the best light. He vouches for you personally, welcomes you into his home, introduces you to his family and gets you back on your feet for more adventuring.
And then he dies. Protecting you. He's always been your shield, from harsh realities and blades alike. But this time it was too much, and he's going to die. But even still, he tells you to smile, because that's what he's always wanted for you, because that's what he's always strived to achieve for you.
That's fucking devastating tbh.
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diamondcitydarlin · 8 months ago
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hey i had a wild and crazy idea, just bear with me here bro, but maybe if you're beetlebabes dni you should try not going in the tags constantly to announce that to everyone who is the exact thing you're trying not to interact with. idk just a thought! like consider that we all know you exist, no one who has shipped beetlebabes for any amount of time is unaware that there are people who find the pairing and the people who ship it disgusting. i know that this new film must have all of yall huffing massive amounts of copium to deal with it all, but you could also just, yknow, not interact with it at all. not talk about it. stay in the lane of things you actually like instead of treading on other people's fun bc your disgust with it makes you feel entitled to try to shut it down. just put it in your bio if you feel that strongly about it and move on with your life maybe? choose happiness instead of bitterness? focus on improving yourself and your life instead of trying to play fandom cop every day? just thoughts, do with them what you will!
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harbingersecho · 11 months ago
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let me go, please -- i don't wanna do this!
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selkiemoonssss · 4 months ago
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May I request sans and papyrus when they were younger if you’re up for it? Love your art by the way
THANKK YOUU!
Your the nicest, and ofc I can!! :3
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Lil sans (9) and baby papyrus
Sans was absolutely a little loser kid, but a good big brother nontheless
Anyway, brothers ever
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hythlodaes · 4 months ago
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GIGI'S 2024 GPOSE WRAPPED
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i only started at the end of 2023, so i feel like i've really learned a lot over the past year :') it's been so much fun bringing these ideas to life!! (also ty meg @lilas for letting me borrow avi for may <3)
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leoleolovesdc · 3 months ago
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Something something modern/no powers au with agatha’s need to drain magic as a drug addiction that grows worse after her divorce and ends up harming nicky in some way. His death translates into rio taking full custody after an incident (probably agatha overdosing or something) that makes the court handling the divorce to declare she’s not fit to raise a kid
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maraskywalkers · 1 month ago
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if Buck & Eddie talk every day but then there comes a week where they keep missing each other & it doesn't usually happen more than once or twice but this week they just can't seem to catch each other at the right time
Buck has a busy shift so there's no downtime & he crashes when he gets home & he's apparently been going on dates again and Eddie is still adjusting to a new job & navigating how to find his footing in Chris's life & dealing with his parents still trying to control everything & he has no real say in anything & he just wants to talk Buck because Buck's his person & he can help make sense of everything & be a sounding board to help Eddie figure out what to do but again they can't seem to catch each other
& then finally there's some 118 get together & it's low-key and casual but Eddie sees them talking about it in the group chat & that's fine except that apparently Buck brings a date, someone he's been seeing that he likes & wants to see if it could be going anywhere & so Eddie doesn't suggest they FaceTime then instead just tells them all to have a good time & they'll have to plan a visit soon
& it's all fine he knows they miss him & he tries to make plans with Chris but his parents are like he's busy this weekend & we can't disrupt his routine or whatever
& so he's at home alone when he sees pics from the 118 get together posted online & it's like the last straw of a terrible week bc he misses them, he misses LA, the 118, the family he chose for himself, he misses Chris even tho they're in the same zip code again bc it feels like they're still hundreds of miles apart & nothing he does feels like it's bringing them any closer, & he misses Buck who is hundreds of miles away & who feels like he's drifting further & further from with each missed phone call, declined FaceTime, & delayed text reply
so he ends up getting drunk on his kitchen floor & leaving Buck a sad voicemail telling Buck how much he wishes Buck was here with him & how much he wants to talk to him & some other things he can't remember before Eddie goes to bed tipsy & emotional & so so tired & he wakes up the next morning having slept past his alarm bc his phone is dead & he has a hangover & he thinks about just sleeping in some more but then there's a knock on his front door
when he opens it, it's Buck with a small suitcase & an anxious smile & he's rambling about how he got Eddie's voicemail but Eddie didn't answer is phone & is he okay, he didn't sound okay, so he got Bobby to approve some time off & he knows it's impulsive but Eddie said he needed him so he just figured he'd show up is that okay Eddie please say something
& that's when everything Eddie's been feeling this past week, month, year finally boils over and he chokes out Buck's name & then Buck is holding Eddie while he cries into Buck's big stupid chest & Buck rubs his back and says something like
I'm here, I've got your back
& Eddie says something like
I know, you always do
& they just stand there holding each other for while
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touchlikethesun · 1 year ago
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i’m trying to break out of it but, when it comes to their relationship dynamics, so far no fic has managed to top the one skiing au where bokuto and akaashi try and convince kuroo and tsukki to be in a poly relationship that i followed religiously back in 2015, like. (almost) no other fic has managed to tap into what i find so appealing about that group’s whole dynamic, their humour their earnestness their chaos as four, the way akaashi and tsukki balance kuroo and bokuto’s energy (except everyone knows the real trouble is tsukki and bokuto), and like the individual dynamics are incredible too, every pairing just worked so well, even ones i wouldn’t have considered before like kuroo and akaashi. like how in 100k words did this author manage to develop every relationship just so damn well??? there should be way too many moving parts, at least one of the dynamics should have fell flat or fell to the background but none of them did ughhhhh oh my god it’s so good i just need like. a dozen more fics exactly like it rippppp like i’m watching s2 (again yes ik) and all i can think about when i see the four of them interact is “wow that author really nailed their dynamics, what they wrote is exactly how those four would be in 10 years time” god fanfiction is incredible
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the-dragon-girl-27 · 9 months ago
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"I don't know everything, I just know what I know."
So Monogatari is back and nobody told me??????
Haven't watched the new season yet but cuz i'm in a Monogatari mood I drew Hanekawa
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crows-home · 1 year ago
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A little fic about Vince the day before things went to hell. Warnings for mentions of cannibalism, murder, blood.
It will go like this:
[Un]
“What’s this?” Rody will ask, surprised as he looks down at the plate you present him with. You will keep him late, after all the chefs have left for the day. Just the both of you, so you can savor the reaction, all to yourself.
“It’s-” for you. It’s a gift. It’s that ex-girlfriend you can’t shut up about, but who will now nourish you in ways you could never return. It’s all your love, neatly presented. It’s my heart, bared before you. It’s yours. Take it.
“-leftovers.” you will say instead.
[Also on Ao3]
[Deux]
Rody will take the plate, equal parts confused and curious. Tilt his head to the side and hum, like some mutt. He’ll eat it here, in the restaurant, he won’t take it home like he’s been doing all week. You won’t give him the choice.
He’s so stupid- too uncultured to comment on the presentation, but that’s not what you will focus on. 
The fork will sink into the meat, into its pre-cut slices, nicely. You will note the way his lips wrap around the utensil, how his eyes will widen as the flavor seeps in. Pupils will dilate and his breath will catch, so clear and damning in the echoing kitchen. You’ll note the way his throat bobs around the swallow, and the way he will grin.
[Trois]
“Vince!” Rody will look at you. His eyes will shine, that warm honey golden brown that haunts your dreams. His gaze is admiring, reverent. “This is amazing!”
You won’t be able to stop the way your heart will thump in your chest, so loud you will wonder if he can hear it. You’ve never been able to so far. Maybe it will be more. Maybe it will beat so fast it’ll leave you feeling winded. How will you cope? You should prepare for that.
“I know.” you will respond, airily, after taking a deep breath.
He’ll dig in, clean his plate with a gusto, the way no one has ever done before. It will disgust you, the way he shoves food in his mouth. Uncultured pig. But beneath the disgust will be a bone deep satisfaction that you’ve never felt before, so you can’t imagine it now.
[Quatre]
While he eats, Rody will look up at you, every emotion clear as day on his face. Like it always is. He’ll be so clearly impressed and grateful and yes, happy. You will have made him happy.
And he would say:
“Whatever you did this time, it really worked. It’s so rich and the spices are blended so well! So moist and the baste is-”
Ah. No, not that. Rody’s not- he hasn’t got a sophisticated palate to have those opinions. He’d probably chew through half a boot without noticing anything wrong.
Maybe…
“They were so wrong about you,” he will look you in the eye. Trusting, honest, raw. Your mouth waters. “Those articles. The critics. You’ve always had it in you. This is just- it’s so good, Vince! I can taste the heart that went into this.”
Yes.
[Cinq]
He’ll ask if there are any more leftovers, desperate and hungry for more. You’ll say no, that’s all you had, just to delight in the disappointment that washes over him. Of course he will- it’s the best thing he’s ever had. He’ll be ruined, after this. He won’t be able to get the taste out of his mouth let alone settle for anything other than your cooking.
Now you know. Now you are able to- to touch people, like this. Touch him like this, in a way you will never experience. That’s a power that you’ll never give up.
So you will tell him no, sorry, that’s all that was left.
“What’s your favorite food, Rody?”
“Hm?”
I’ll make it for you next. There’s plenty of meat left.
“You never told me.”
“Still don’t have one…” He rubs his chin and looks up. Where will the two of you be then? Still in the kitchen? Or will you have this conversation outside, after the dishes are left and as you shut and lock the door behind you? Every thought about her will be so far from his mind as you both leave her- what’s left of her- in the freezer.
“Although,” he’ll smile at you, cheeks flushed and oh so happy. So alive. “I guess tonight my favorite is- whatever you make!”
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“Shit!”
The knife slips out of Vincent’s hand and clinks against the tile floor.
He blinks back to himself, away from the daydream, and scowls. His breathing is labored and his face is flushed.
“Always distracting me, even when he’s not around…”
He bends down with a sigh and picks up the knife. He takes extra care to step around the puddles of blood to make it to the sink and rinse it off. Too much blood, so much more than he’s used to, is making things more slippery than he’s used to, but the general process is the same. Second nature for him.
It doesn’t disgust him- what he’s done. Who he’s done it to. Her eyes weren’t the familiar brown he ached for. Her hair was too light, too neat, not the wild, fiery ginger mess that’s been dashing around his dining room. Barely presentable for his job but- it’s soft. Vincent knows it’s soft. His hand remembers the way it felt underneath his skin when he dried Rody off.
Vincent shivers again, and realizes the tap water is still running.
Shutting it off, he makes his way back to the counter. There’s still much to prepare before the day begins.
The countdown doesn’t even begin; Rody just had to go snooping where he doesn’t belong. 
Now there’s blood, his blood, that fills your mouth. His cartilage, soft and squishy between your teeth. You swallow it down. A piece of him, inside you.
Rody staggers and screams, his expression growing more horrified, pained, disgusted by the second. His eyes go buggy and he brings his left hand up to his wound, he’s crying. No. No, no, no, no-
You think about his smile. His kind, soft, moronic, naive eyes were supposed to be fixed on you, were supposed to find you. It wasn’t supposed to be this way-
He’ll never love you now.
It’s- it’s his fault. All of this. Here you were, trying to do something nice, and he spits it back in your face. It’s not like you were ever going to tell him what [who] he was eating. He could have lived in blissful ignorance. Happy, content, with you-. He would have forgotten about her eventually.
He calls you insane, and he might be right, but he doesn’t have to be so dramatic about it.
Ugh- now he’s accusing you of being a fucking cannibal, Jesus Christ. Imbecile. Your eye almost twitches in annoyance. Of course he’d jump to that conclusion, it’s not like he uses his brain to think for more than two seconds. You ought to take the other ear, for that. Or a finger. A hand.
…An arm. A leg. Your eyes trace his body, slowly.
Did- did his ear taste like anything, going down? You can’t remember. It- maybe it did. Maybe what you need is something meatier.
The girl never would have tasted like anything to you and in hindsight, of course she wouldn’t have. Maybe not even to Rody either. You never loved her, and she never loved you. Rody, though… Rody would be made with all your love. That’s what people talk about, right? That’s what you needed all along.
He comes to the realization at the same time you do. Your eyes meet. Honey brown. Alive, alive, raw.
He’s what you needed all along.
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