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ner0w0w0 · 1 year ago
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Idk why but I always got a feeling that in the future, Hibari is the shortest Guardian, excluding Chrome. Maybe he's even shorter than Tsuna, since we never got a chance to see him, but Fuuta did insinuate that TYL Tsuna is taller than him, and Hibari is somewhat of a same size as Fuuta... The merch series always depicted him as tini and short. (yes i know that it's because of Amano's style but compare to Gokudera or Yamamoto, he looks tini and small)
Hibari the true gremlin, ankle biter of the series
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adobe-outdesign · 1 month ago
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Pokedex talking about a squirrel: It hides food in its tail that falls out constantly but its intelligence is low enough that it doesn't even notice
Pokedex talking about a legendary hollow ice dragon that's 1/3 of the remains of an even stronger dragon: lmao this bitch cold af
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solstrix · 5 months ago
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TORADEEN NATION RISE UP!!!
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doodlingbiscuit · 4 months ago
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This came out of my name being “Future Raph’s Big Fiery Biscuits” on a server,,, it’s a long story 😅
Anyways enjoy!!
Raph’s “biscuits” on fire is under the cut!
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amanitacurses · 3 months ago
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Reference!
Bonus:
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Thirty-two marvel movies have trained me to stay for TWO extra scenes but they finally tricked me. The thirty-third marvel movie's second scene was simply the sound of cat vomiting.
10/10, no notes
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iid-smile · 2 months ago
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click. click. click.
that's what you've been hearing for some time. your eyes threatened to close, drifting in and out of sleep, and you felt comfort resting your back against kiryu, the fullness of his mattress adding onto that.
"what're you doing?" you lazily murmur, hearing another click. somehow, you manage to pick up on his fingers grazing against your hair, some sort of heaviness adding weight onto your head.
"putting accessories in your hair." kiryu responds, and you hear a light clatter of plastic and metal beside you on the bed. "you look really cute~" click.
as expected... more than a few times has he covered you up in his pins, clips and hairbands. "and how many, hm?"
he hums, and takes a beat to answer. "i'm not counting?" he clearly feigns innocence in his tone.
"mhm... sure." with a sigh, you close your eyes completely, just enjoying his presence and letting him do whatever he wants.
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tags: @yuuyeonie
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mischievousspooks · 6 months ago
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Okay, so - hear me out here - Mikey is actually the oldest. He doesn't occupy the space of the eldest child in the family, he's still the youngest in that regard, but he's been alive the longest and Splinter just didn't think about it when he assigned their birthdays/ages. Raph was the biggest, so Splinter assumed he was the oldest, but he was only a tiny fraction of his full-grown size when mutated. Mikey was the smallest, but the closest to full-grown. And Donnie and Leo were about the same.
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typosandtea · 3 days ago
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Nobody including me posts about their ocs enough so please please please reblog reply or whatever with some oc tidbits!
#mutuals I am begging you kindly#I’ll go first! Tango has a massive soft spot for mole rats. hates killing them and thinks that they’re absolutely adorable! they would#rather be electrocuted than to admire that they have feelings though!#Murphy is the second eldest of 5siblings with her twin brother Tom being marginally older#they all look very similar (freckles. light brown hair. tanned#and front teeth gaps) and they have the youngest is tallest / oldest is shortest height variants haha!#they grew up together and stuck together even after the youngest was killed in a battle on Aus soil against fallout china. they all decided#to move to America and enlist (as was common) but we’re all put into seperate squads). the bombs fell and she lost track of her 3 brothers#after the whole being frozen for 210years.. perhaps they are still out there ..#Libby is just over 100 and remembers back when the super mutants actually were an organised threat.. rather than small groups#slick is only an average shot but his tactics are excellent and he has very steady hands as well as enough medical knowledge to be a useful#field doctor! he would much rather be helping than shooting anyway#Thorn is part of tangos timeline/au and because she convinces Kellogg to take her directly to the institute#none of the usual teleporter run around missions happen as well as reunions happening in almost a second time.. that has a lot of#impact on how the story changes for everyone involved!#while nathan is the present time is barely a husk of his former self albeit in a much more dangerous body#he has retains enough of his subconscious memeories to be increasingly dangerous to power armour users.. imagine if when a deathclaw picks#you up it also knows how to operate the release latch rip#typos! ocs tag#typos! tango tag#typos! Murphy tag#typos! Libby tag#typos! slick tag#typos! thorn tag#typos! Nathan tag
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tmntxthings · 4 months ago
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Yk that dude who almost always gets run over whilst crossing the street in Rottmnt? Yeah.
You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.
The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.
Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…
You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.
Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.
No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.
Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.
A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.
Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.
One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.
Yet.
You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.
That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.
The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.
The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.
Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.
Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.
There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.
He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.
Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.
Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.
“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.
“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.
Your mini heart attack.
That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.
You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.
Just you know, in passing.
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spookberry · 3 months ago
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🔫 make makoto the shortest rn (/lh I love the art but it's so weird when makoto is drawn taller than kyoko!! he's a small guy)
Oops my B
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Is this better?
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deadly-glamourtail · 3 months ago
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Starting to realize I have a type
(yeah yeah korsica is 32 but as far as videogame women go, it counts)
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kindaasrikal · 27 days ago
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The tragic existence of the Ninja and co having faces that look so much like another’s, knowing that the face in the mirror is one that mimics a mothers and a fathers, even if they wish despite for it not too.
How did Harumi feel after her parents died and the last thing she had of them is her own face?
How did Pixal feel not knowing of shes simply a copy of someone long gone, or if this face is her own to bear?
How did Arin feel knowing that the only reason he remembers how his parents look like is because of a reflection?
How does Sora feel looking at a face that should be her own, yet all she sees is the faces of those who hurt her most?
How does Wydlfyre feel not knowing of her face look more like her mothers or fathers, questioning why is doesn’t look like Heatwave’s or Caregivers, and wondering why she wished it looked more like Kai’s?
This is part two!
First post :D
Did Cyrus Borg ever look at Pixal when he first designed her, and wondered if that would be how his daughter could’ve looked like? Did he ever question and wonder why he made Pixal look the way he did, despite knowing the answer deep down inside of him?
Did Wydlfyre look at other dragons and realised how similar they looked to their parents? How they had their father’s eyes, or mother’s tail? Did she ever question Heatwave-her father- or the caregiver robot -her mother- as to why she did not have her father’s long fangs or her mother’s sleek skin? When she was finally told they were not biologically family (yet in their hearts they always will be), did she ever sit and wonder whose face matches hers?
When the merge happened and she heard Arin wish for his parents, the ninja wondering where their parents are, Sora in grief of her own, did she ever sit in front of a mirror and tried to pick apart which part would belong to whom? Would her eyes be fierce like her mother’s, or would they be as determined as her father’s? Would her hair be as vibrant as her father’s bold locks, and would her mother bear the mark from birth like she has? Would she wish to have a smile as caring as Kai’s, like how she wishes to have Heatwaves warmth and Caregivers security?
Did Arin ever stare at his face in hope he would be able to fool himself into thinking he was looking at his mother’s instead? Or did he once realise that the only reason he even remembered how his own parents looked like was by his own face? Did he ever feel pain by looking more like his mother than his father? Or would he focus too much in his fathers features when it was his mothers face he last saw? How many times did he cry as a lost child wondering when the next time he sees his parents it won’t be through a mirror?
Did Sora ever wish to scratch off the features that made her look so much like her own parents? Her mothers eyes that seemed to bore into her own and her fathers frown that mimicked hers perfectly? Did she ever cry in gratitude over her pink hair, yet feel loss at how much she never fit in even with her own family? How many times did she cry when she thought she was acting too much like her mother, or her father? That her face warped into expressions that she remembered so clearly on their own faces?
How many times did she catch her self smiling, and loving and fond look in her eyes when she looked at people she cared about, only to realise that she barely ever saw this look on her own parents? That the reason her heart ached, was because the only way she ever will see such a look pointed at her from their own faces was with her own?
How long did Harumi sit staring her face to ensure she never forget the look of her parents? How many times did she move her face to mimic the same ones of terror and fear and acceptance that she last saw on her parent’s face? On their funeral, how many times was she told she looked exactly like her parents? That they must’ve been proud to have such a beautiful daughter? Did she cry, when she wished she looked just as beautiful as her mother once did? Or did her anger at the world climb higher when strangers would say she looks so much like her mother, the queen, despite being adopted? Did she ever scratch at her face, trying to change it, hoping to pull her eyes out when told they look so much like the kings, and not her father’s?
Did they ever wish that their face were their own, and not a sick reminder of what they once had?
Bah since some (haha, one of you actually) of you wanted the dragons rising characters, i did that and slapped you with Harumi too cause shes just tragic.
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silenzahra · 25 days ago
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I just want to let you all know that I wrote yet another thing today... and it shall be out in a few days to celebrate the first anniversary of a certain game 🤭 I'll just leave three emojis below and then leave for now (might be back later though).
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Any guesses? 🤭
Also, before I go, thank you so much to those of you who commented on AO3 on my latest story!! I'll get back at y'all as soon as I can 🥰 And thank you as well to the ones who supported it here on Tumblr of course!! I deeply and sincerely appreciate your support 🫂💖💖
See ya later! 🥰👋🏻💖
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icecreamsodaaaaa · 1 year ago
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Art of a character in something me and a friend are writing
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dysfunctional-doodle · 8 months ago
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I love thinking that 2012 Donnie started off being the tiniest of the brothers and then had a growth spurt that made him the tallest.
Like, I imagine that at 5 all of them were normal height except for Donnie, and he was just so tiny you'd think he's younger than he is. And then one day the brothers wake up and he's the tallest.
Mikey, circa before the Donnie growth: Yeah, Donnie's the baby of the team.
Mikey, circa after the Donnie growth: I'm the baby now.
Mikey, looking down at his hands: wait, I am the baby now
100% Donnie is very stereotypical nerd that he’s a string bean build despite being a trained ninja.
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