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me when the human character loses their humanity while the non human character gains humanity
#yes im referring to malevolent in this case#cannot believe john was actually grossed out by a dead body for once and didn’t describe it in horrific detail!!#the parallels between arthur and larson making me go insane#malevolent#malevolent podcast#it’s equivalent exchange
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Source: @alexiadraws
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cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹
i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#itadori yuuji#fushiguro megumi#kugisaki nobara#yuuji#megumi#nobara#fanart#jjk fanart#im so tired help but theyre DONE im sososoosos pleased with them#even yuuji who dug his heels in to th very end :'>>>#wow 2020 rly was 4 years ago huh#to my credit i still think the designs i came up with in th og r honestly really good???#obv i didn't do a fullbody redraw (n thank god fr that) so i couldn't include All my details and there were some things that i edited#but overall they r solid !!!! i rly regret tht i couldn't include nobara's fishnets dgfhs#gave her her bat instead . equivalent exchange :)#she has one in the original but i specifically remember being bummed that the pose didnt let me show the nails that were in it#so took Full advantage of the new pose here !! she has killed before and will kill again#other changes....yuuji's omamori earring n sword details r New! as is the decision to include his canon scars :> fits the vibe#megumi changed the least?? changed the tassels n colour of his shoulder kanji to match yuuji and gave him a cigarette to fill empty space#other than that i think th majority of his changes r just me getting better at drawing megu#god the edited poses make these designs sing im so happy i did this#these r my kids !!!!! they have grown with me!!!!!#i am very proud and also sleep deprived and i need to not look at these anymore
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I really wish Sam comes back but mixed with the Archivist
You can't have an alchemy story without a fucked up chimera!
#this is what happens when you equivalent exchange to close to the sun Celia. fucked up chimeras#*too#can't wait for Sam to say 'Celia?' in a distorted voice. Like when Daisy says 'Basira?'#(or when Nina says 'Edward')#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#tmagp 30#the magnus protocol#tmagp theory
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i keep hoarding barrels in act 1 solely for this fight in act 2
#bg3#bg3 spoilers#didnt feed astarion so i let him blow up the cultists instead#equivalent exchange#aeon plays bg3#aeon nyans
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and also. shmoop
#sorry its the law of equivalent exchange#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#stanford pines#ford pines#young ford pines#bill cipher#billford
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And perceptor sees all this and goes:
#poor percy#surrounded by heartbroken idiots with insane ideas of coping#and brainstorm is talking to percy like#“Chromedome cant ever just get over it hes sooooo dramatic and Nautica doesnt get the concept of equivalent exchange 🙄 sad i have to be the#voice of reason around here!“#and percy is just there like:#“...”#“and your method of course had no flaws”
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MOREEEEE POOPYYY
and probably ooc tbgo broppy but the idea was too funny in my head to not draw. can someone drop an anvil on them theyre so embarrassing
#trolls the beat goes on#dreamworks trolls#poppy#branch#broppy#goofy ahhhhhhhh#the comic dialogue can be the other way around too i just wanted more branch annoying poppy for equivalent exchange#doodling
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I love him your honor
GITM -> @venomous-qwille
#cookiiedraws#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#gitm au#gitm#ghost in the machine au#sanii drop#you guys simp for my eclipse and i simp for this guy#law of equivalent exchange
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my hungry ass could not be a heart surgeon id bite it like an apple
#i did say i was supposed to draw a sexy vampire law for halloween#headache is still here tho + had to finish two inforgraphics for work so have a sketch instead#one piece#trafalgar law#equivalent exchange means whenever i draw law being a loserman i have to also draw him a being a ho#to keep the balance of the universe
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obsessive
#did i put more effort into this than i needed to? yes. did i put myself through unnecessary pain drawing fighting scenes? yes#but i learned how to outline my strokes so maybe i won after all#i thought about it and i think it turned out ok drawing the eyes differently. like the way i usually draw em#although i dont know if that says much since i change my art style every couple weeks but eh#had fun playing with grayscale and limited palette. i want to do that more often dhghdg#although idk whens the next time i will have enough energy to commit to the bit and do.. this#theyre fucking stupid your honor. for every art we get of them acting dramatic and yearning (/pos) i make dumb shit like this#equivalent exchange girlies!#lego monkie kid#lmk#monkie kid#lmk shadowpeach#shadowpeach#lmk sun wukong#lmk swk#sun wukong#lmk macaque#lmk six eared macaque#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#my art#myart#doodles#comic#lmk monkey king#lmk fanart
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The hard part about being a Doctor Who fan is that it is frequently bad. Don't get me wrong, it's often good too, and even more often it's simply Fine, but christ over these 60 years we've hit some astonishing lows
#law of equivalent exchange etcetera etcetera &c#no Vincent and the Doctor without Victory of the Daleks#no Scherzo without Minuet in Hell#no Vampire Science without the Fall of Yquatine#doctor who
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Prompt 350
Danny sighs from his place on the roof, a mixture of exasperation and exhaustion crossing his face as he stretches. It had been a long day, but a good one so far.
Dan hadn’t started any fights and was actually setting up a school tournament for those interested, Ellie had won another contest so they’d gone out for ice cream as a family, and the youngest was starting kindergarten soon.
He glanced down, snorting under his breath at the rest of the kids. Orion and Algor were mid-battle, if it could be called that, with their partners wrestling around as well. Hopefully no one would end up getting burned- or tried to hide a hole in the wall again.
Another sigh as he stretched, back popping in just the right spot as he took a moment to just rest from the daily exhaustion his life brought him.
It was a good type of exhaustion, compared to his teenage years if he was being honest. Though the day wasn’t over yet, and he had a presentation of sorts to give to some Outsiders still. According to Sam there were concerns about the whole ‘mutated animal crisis’ going on.
He almost rolled his eyes even just thinking about it. Yeah, now the authorities were worried, not when the barrier first came up or when they were getting attacked by the ghosts or even when the city got pulled into another dimension. Nope, it was now that the barrier was down, literally years later.
Oh well, if he could convince his parents that it was okay, he could do the same to a couple of government funded worrywarts.
#DP x Marvel#DPxMCUxPokemon#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Pokemon Crossover#DCxDPxPokemon#Hey I’ve had pokemon being a Gotham thing- so how about it being an Amity/Zone thing#Danny & Giratina are Best Buds & vibe together in the Distortion Zone sometimes#Adult Danny#Danny is not Ghost King#Danny is the equivalent of a region champion & a pokemon professor though#He has all his clone kids in exchange of doing some missions for Clockwork & co#Remind me to draw him & the kids#He also has a habit of sitting on top of buildings its chill everyone is used to it
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Combining the boys’ abilities (and I mean actual combining not just using them at the same time) because I was thinking about it and wow they’re kinda cracked actually-
[ cw: death mention / def not for them though 💀]
Raph & Mikey: infinite clones (aka unbeatable) + strength completely unparalleled + infinite cloned chains + the clones are very fast and can fly + potentially reverse any damage on main shield clones or even damage in general
Mikey & Donnie: constructs that also can last much longer than usual possibly forever + potential future vision + every single cable or wire or anything of that sort has the potential to be taken over akin to Mikey’s chains + full telekinesis
Donnie & Leo: pinpoint portal/teleportation themselves or constructs just by knowing where to aim (aka instadeath for any enemy if used right) + telepathy
Leo & Raph: teleporting clones who can grow or shrink at will (which can also be instadeath like above if used right) + said clones can also act as homing spots to switch places with + potentially swap damage taken to clones
Raph & Donnie: they literally can make Voltron, but more than one + basically impossible to destroy shields + constructs can also be cloned
Mikey & Leo: freezing time and being able to move during it + heat death of the universe + “oops hey it’s other alternate iterations of us???” + this is a time and space team up you’re not winning this-
Basically any combo is an instant “you win.” I wanna go further into these combos later and maybe even add or subtract as I think more on it because there’s so many I left out and I can always extrapolate on and explain these ones more, but this was fun and these boys have terrifying powers even without combining them all together.
Seriously, should each of them train these abilities to the best they can be, there is no beating them even if they’re alone.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt headcanons#this is all very much off the top of my head#I swear I can justify all of these#and I will#eventually#I feel like I can do some of these better tho#there are infinite combinations you can do tbh these are just what I thought of lol#maybe one day I’ll do regular combo moves instead because that’s a different ballpark that’s not quite as world ending haha#mikey is the best mystic warrior not just bc his powers are ridiculously strong-#but because he’s CREATIVE#and creativity makes even the most mid appearing power turn op VERY QUICK#honestly all of their abilities could so easily be JUST strong#but we see in canon really cool ways they apply them#like Leo literally throwing his portals#I actually had this in the drafts for months#anyway I also think it’s interesting how both Donnie and Raph’s mystic abilities work as putting more of themselves INTO reality#whereas Mikey and Leo’s mystic abilities are more inviting reality into themselves#Donnie and Raph break the concept of equivalent exchange in someways and Mikey and Leo break the concept of space time haha
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#Amy Rose#Metal Sonic#Mike the Hedgehog#sth#sonic the hedgehog#Amy Rose AU#Metal Sonic AU#redemption arc equivalent exchange
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every day, once a year, yelan takes a day off.
this is written directly into her contract with the tianquan. there are no exceptions, no special arrangements. on this singular day, yelan does not belong to the qixing; on this singular day, her leash and collar are abandoned, and she has free reign to do as she pleases.
what does she do? well, prepare for your anniversary, of course.
she hops out of bed, cleans up, tugs her jacket on and then slips out the door with the clink of her jade bracelet. it’s a clear day, and yelan tilts her head to the sky briefly, letting the golden sunrays warm her face almost like an embrace. you were never really a morning person, but the sun on your skin always suited you. she’d have to drag you out of bed to see it, but it was always well worth your grumbling in the end when you finally cave and offer her a smile which she would then steal with a kiss.
“ugh, yelan—“ you giggled, your hands on her chest gently pushing her back. your bracelet was cool against her skin, and the matching one on her own wrist hummed. she nosed along your jaw, pressing more and more kisses until she reached your neck. playfulness turned into something a little more heated, and her blood sang at the sigh she pulled from your lips. emerald eyes flicked up to you, teasing, challenging, and you managed a wry huff before tangling your fingers in her hair and tugging her back to properly kiss her again. it stung, beautifully, but yelan grinned all the way."
she shakes herself out of the memory, and steps into the busy street. liyue’s morning scene has always been crowded, and she blends into the throng with practiced ease. she follows the flow of the crowd down the wharf until she reaches the shop she’s looking for—a florist, tucked snugly between two other stores on the higher levels of the shopping district.
the owner, a midde-aged woman, looks up from tending to her orchids to smile at her. her eyes crease with familiarity at the sight of yelan as the spy steps into her store, fingers brushing the petals of a few flowers. the woman rounds the counter, and rummages in the storage for a few moments.
“the usual, i take it?” she asks, and yelan nods, leaning against the counter and tapping her fingers over the grainy wood. the shop hasn’t changed much, if at all, since she last came here with you.
you leaned down by a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, lips curving upward into a smile as you breathed in the soft, floral scent. yelan looked curiously over your shoulder, a hand casually resting on your hip. she asked if it was your favorite flower—you nodded, your other hand rising to just as casually cup her face from over your shoulder. “they’re quite pretty, aren’t they?” you hummed, and yelan took a moment to ponder the question. in the end, she said they were nowhere near as pretty as you, and took the light smack you delivered to her shoulder with an easy laugh.
the florist clears her throat, coaxing her out of the memory. yelan recieves the bouquet—white chrysanthemums—with a smile, settling it in the crook of her arm. the woman’s expression is measured, but there’s a slight waver to her tone when she speaks. if yelan really had to name it, it sounds close to… pity.
“yelan—“ she begins, but she only flashes the woman a signature grin, before slipping out the door as quickly as she came. she has other things to get, after all, and the clock is always ticking.
(or maybe her clock stopped ticking a long time ago and all this is just extra. maybe it cracked when the rocks fell and the earth buried—)
she dissolves back into the crowd as she heads to her next destination: wanmin restaurant. she can smell the chili in the air as she makes her way down the street again, a sharpness only wanmin seems to be able to make. when she gets there, xiangling is boisterously calling out orders while her father toils away in the kitchen, with guoba tirelessly maintaining the roaring fire for his wok. when she sees her, xiangling’s grin only widens, and she waves her over enthusiastically.
“miss yelan! welcome, welcome,” the young chef says cheerily. “here for another batch of dried chillies?”
yelan chuckles, shaking her head. “no, not this time. i’m here for a few rice buns. with a sweet filling, preferably.”
“ooh,” xiangling coos, nodding. “are you planning to go on an expedition? rice buns are both portable and satiating.”
“you could say that,” yelan says vaguely. the little chef is right, in a way, since she’ll have to hike a little to get to your spot—but really, it’s because rice buns have always been a comfort food of sorts for you.
“how can you not like them?” you asked defensively as you trudged along with her behind the group. there was a slight smear of filling on the corner of your lip, and your expression scrunched up a little more as she wiped it off. her jade bracelet was cool against your heated cheeks. yelan only shook her head, teasingly remarking that spice was a much greater wake-up call than sweets. you huffed at that, taking another bite of your rice bun. “not all of us are masochists, lan’er,” you grumbled, and yelan laughed softly. her nimble fingers encircled your wrist, tugging you closer so she could take a quick bite of your bun. it was sweet, sweeter than she’d like, but maybe that was because you were there. and somehow, that made it good.
yelan pulls herself out of yet another memory when xiangling deposits the bag of warm rice buns into her hands. they’re freshly steamed, and the scent of warm buns fill her senses. she thanks the chef, and disappears much the same way she came before the young lady can get even so much as a word in. in the back of her mind, she can almost hear you chastise her for it.
(she always hears you in the back of her mind. if not, where else—)
there’s only one thing left on her list, and it’s incense. it’s late in the morning now, so the crowds have thinned out—and without her cover, yelan takes to back alleys and rooftops instead. she sighs, relieved almost, as she slips into the shimmering, reflective cover of hydro, darting like a minnow between buildings like rocks, barely a blur in the eyes of anyone nearby. the secrecy isn’t strictly necessary for what she’s doing now, but she’s been so used to being unseen that being in the open feels… unsafe.
it doesn’t take her that long to reach wangsheng funeral parlor. the young lady running the parlor isn’t in today—instead, it’s her ‘assistant’, the elegant man shrouded in such thick mystery that neither her nor ningguang has been able to pierce. he greets her with a solemn expression, no doubt because director hu has told him the reason for her visit. “incense?” he asks again anyway to confirm, his voice low and soft. yelan nods absently, her nose stinging slightly from the intense scent permeating the parlor.
she watches as the man disappears into the back of the parlor for a moment, before he reappears with a delicately wrapped packet of incense sticks. she slides a pouch of mora his way, which he takes wordlessly. she tucks the packet into her little pocket dimension, then turns on her heel to leave. just as she exits the door, he calls out to her.
“safe travels.”
she doesn’t deign him with a response.
her feet take her out and away from the city, down the familiar path to the bleeding wound in the earth—the chasm. the land goes from valleys to large, curling momuments of rock, carved by the force of a falling star. she feels that familiar tug in her chest, the voice that calls to her, that tells her to forsake the surface as her ancestor once did. she listened to it, once. and—
“go,” you whispered, pushing her away. half of you was buried under rock, and she could only see one of your eyes; the other was forced shut by the blood that trickled down your face. yelan nearly screamed herself hoarse, but you grabbed her face and kissed her. it tasted like salt, and her heart lurched at the wrongness. your kisses had always been sweet. you slipped your bracelet onto her wrist, then pushed her again, and then the earth heaved and groaned, and it was the last she ever saw of you—
she turns her head and rips herself out of the memory and the temptation; she has other, more important places to be today. she has other days to chase down her demons. she skirts the side of the chasm, slowly ascending to the top. she passes by the memorial to the millelith, and leaves a rice bun and a few sticks of incense as an offering. they too, deserve to be remembered after all.
(she wonders if anyone else comes out here to remember them. she wonders who will come when she’s gone for—)
it takes her a while, but eventually, she reaches the highest point in the chasm. the sun has traveled across the sky by this point, the afternoon heat mellowing out into a slightly cooler evening warmth. the sky is alive with shades of gold when she finally stops, drawing to a halt right before a smooth stone, standing upright from the earth like a silent vigil. she kneels before it, producing three sticks on incense and inserting them into the censer before the stone and lighting them. she sets a rice bun on the plate by the stone, and saves one for herself. the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, she lays on top of the stone.
yelan takes a bite of her rice bun, letting the sweetness settle on her tongue, as the floral scent mixes with the incense, filling her lungs and settling on her shoulders. she tilts her head to the sun, and the warmth feels almost like an embrace. and when she closes her eyes, the wind in her hair feels almost like a caress. when she opens them again, she lets them rest on the stone—the headstone, and she offers it a smile.
sitting on the edge of the cliff, your legs swinging, you smiled at her, nearly blindingly bright like the golden hour. your pinkies were twined together, your shoulders flush with hers. there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums on your lap, and just a few crumbs on the corner of your lips. your voice carried in the wind when you spoke.
“happy anniversary, yelan.”
“happy anniversary, sweetheart,” she whispers. the wind carries her voice as well, and she hopes you hear it, wherever you are now. one day, she’ll join you, but for now she takes another bite of her rice bun and breathes in the scent of incense and chrysanthemums.
#sev.scribbles#yelan x reader#i hate tenses. im so bad at them. if they r jank dont tel me#‘woah two fics in a day whats happening’ absolutely nothing. im just bored in class#KSBXISMDUDKD i should be paying attentiom but like. idk. im on a roll#watch me not write anything for the next like month lolololol#law of equivalent exchange or whatever#anyway. yelan enjoyers hope y’all like this silly little piece#tried to cram as much foreshadowing into this bad boy as much as possible#did i succeed ??? who knows. not me !!#but lowkey i kinda like this one. it’s not very prose-y i think but it was fun to write#mainly bcos the challenge was trying to build up the conclusion without giving it away immediately yk#mayhaps might write more yelan after this. love that masochist bottom (whaled for her)
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