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YOURE this comets defense system? What makes you so important. You look like just another Astral to me. - Dawn
The comet awaits. A challenge has been issued. Beware the star's eternal...
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#qna#stell#parhelion knight#doodles#parhelic anima#kirby oc tournament#Yes I know that the Funnier Option would have been to have this guy fly into the yet predictable incandescent rage#but have you considered. I've had this particular exchange on deck for well over an year asdkjfn#Hi Hello this is to make up for the fact that I've been covering this guy in ants like a chicken katsu (ant edition)#You get One (1) Cool Moment Thatse It!!!#Enjoy their Cool Monologue they practiced so so so so much to get it on Lock when they first started this gig#there Is More:tm: to this but#maybe Later š
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Topless outdoor coffee mornings anyone??
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
#I'm not mad I promise. I just dyed my eyebrows before I dyed my hair so I look rly pissed off abt everything š#Also i am freshly showered so I decided to dry off in the sunshine instead of the normal boring way#Trying to decide if tonights look will need clothes over the top (pop to pub version) or š» out kinda vibes (wine at home)#I'm leaning towards the later fr#satans knitwear#girls with piercings#alt pinup#pinup girl#Does my face give masc vibes just bc im wearing no makeup??? Kinda yeah. Very sexy of me.#Maybe it's the tired/dead eyes lmao#cheeky#Happy Friday my loves! Lots to do today but thinking about fun things for us this evening šāØ#Spotify
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we dug up old childhood photos recently and I learned I had the same bob and evil smile as anya
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solomama and lucipapa raising a pack of rowdy kids
#obey me#obey me fanart#omswd#obey me swd#obey me solomon#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#art tag#fanart#prolly my last post before i get busy again jsjdkjsk#or maybe you guys can slide some doodle reqs to help me de-stress (and practice)Ā š#wow it's already 3am i still need to study for our quiz later#and wake up early uueueu
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Stuck in the middle of a forest made of
Flesh and bones and they're all scared of
A lost little boy who has lost his heart
Fear's not enough, they have to
Tear him apart ā-------
There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well:Ā
Heās adopted.
He canāt remember anything else before that.Ā Ā
āAdoptionā is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Aliciaās cabin, and then she went and got her parents.Ā
What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didnāt belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isnāt there, and when it isnāt his mind stutters, like heās tripped at the top of a steep hill.Ā
When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. Heās twelve.
(He thinks thatās his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.)Ā
The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.
Itāsā¦ a strange experience, to go to a ānewā home when he doesnāt even remember his old one.Ā
The official adoption processā¦ happens. He canāt say itās easy, or difficult. Heās oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny canāt say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, thatās one new thing he knows about himself.Ā
His adoption papers say āDaniel J. Fentonā. Danny remembers staring at the name āDanielā for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But itās not Daniel. But he doesnāt know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.
(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Dannyās shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Dannyās mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the manās fingers for daring to touch him.)Ā
(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fentonās heavy hand stays on him.)Ā
They found Danny in the summer. Itās a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says itās enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that theyāll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.Ā Ā
(Thereās something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesnāt know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)
Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesnāt want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe.Ā
He turned back around and went inside.
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Where do we go
When the river's running slow
Where do we run
When the cats kill one by one
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One day, when the house is empty ā or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.Ā Ā
Heās almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal.Ā
Itās not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking.Ā
He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter.Ā
Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved ā about what? ā before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind.Ā
(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)
After that, he leaves the house more. Itās more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous.Ā
Heās not sure how to feel about that ā he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.
ā------
Hazel beneath our claws
While we wait for cerulean to cry
Unsettled ticks run through time
Enough for the hunt to go awry
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Thereās another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesnāt know who, but he knows they must have been close; heās always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own.Ā
He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when heās lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He canāt remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when heās not thinking. He canāt.Ā
Dannyās found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward.Ā
(āThatās a pretty song, Danny.ā Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadnāt realized he was humming. āWhat is it?ā)Ā
(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesnāt know what song it is, but itās not for her. āI donāt know.ā)Ā Ā
He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldnāt feel like heās missing a chunk from himself. He wouldnāt be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand thatās missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell.Ā
A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, heās holding onto someone smaller than him, theyāre tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. Heās humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny canāt remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his.Ā
He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their fatherās, that his person ā a sibling? That feels right ā will beā¦ the word fades from Dannyās mind before he can make sense of it.Ā
His person hugs him tight, hisā¦ brother? And their mother ā a woman whose face he canāt remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless ā appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, āher sonsā. Thereās ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.
Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.Ā Ā Ā
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Harpy hare
Where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
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When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that heās smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one heās getting now.Ā
Everyone knows heās adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but itās not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.
He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.
Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesnāt remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own.Ā
(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)
(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. Itās easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)
(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principalās office later, he wisely doesnāt mention the worse things he couldāve done than break Dash Baxterās nose.)Ā Ā
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It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders
And they will never
Hear me here listen to croons and a calling
I'll tell them all the
Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow
Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare
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More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother.Ā
Danny can barely remember the lyrics, heās begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that itās the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. Heās a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten.Ā
His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once heās almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isnāt home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands.Ā
They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. Itās beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely.Ā
It is a fast dream.Ā
His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. āWatch your feet, habibi.ā He murmurs low, a hand on his back. Itās hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.
His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods.Ā
The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air ā impossible, it shouldāve been, at least. He never trips. ā and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him.Ā
The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldnāt have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He canāt find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal.Ā
His mother and brotherās horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train.Ā
(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ātrain fallā in his journal, before heās flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.)Ā
ā---Ā Ā
She can't keep them all safe
They will die and be afraid
Mother, tell me so I say
(Mother, tell me so I say)
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When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he canāt remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again.Ā
The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he canāt recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen ā he doesnāt need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person.Ā
(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was ā was? Is ā a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly ā the grooves worn to fit his palm. Theyāre just a little small.)Ā
(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. Heās kept it on him ever since, like heās reunited a lost limb to himself.)Ā Ā Ā
Danny doesnāt have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. Heās haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. Heās ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesnāt, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he canāt figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father ā what, he canāt remember what ā then his little brother will be a little bird.Ā
(He doesnāt have a name for his brother, yet, but heās calling his birdie in his head. Itās better than nothing.)
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Seeker, do you ever come to wonder
If what you're looking for is within where you hold
Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path
You'll soon forget
Home
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When heās fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is.Ā
When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. Itās blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Dannyās mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.
āLazarus,ā he mouths to himself. Itās familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesnāt think sheās that too far off.Ā
He doesnāt tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.
He ends up calling himself Phantom.Ā
(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.)Ā
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Home is where we are
Home is where you are
Home is where I am
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Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul au#amnesiac danyal al ghul au#songs in order of the album: the hartebeest / harpy hare / and the hound / neath the grove is a heart#musician danny has my heart and soul#yes this danyal IS an alternative danny from the other au. an au where things were a little better :) but still sucks#implied good mom talia al ghul#danyal is a momma's boy send tweet#dpxdc ficlet#dpxdc prompts#dp x dc au#dp x dc fanfic#danyal is sTILL five years older than damian in this au#no beta no edits we die like danny fenton#poc danny fentons#i didnt know where to end this :(( i was gonna go on but i blanked. i thought about going into his relationships with his rogues and so on.#but that felt too much like trying to just increase the word count rather than actually writing?? if that makes sense#ugh im gonna have forgotten to include things and im gonna be kicking myself later#morally ambiguous danny whoo! we love to see it#since this was just for fun it doesnt really go into it all that much other than like. it happens. and that danny realizes he's dangerous#phantom in a hazmat suit? nah phantom looking like an assassin >:].#danyal al ghul with damian and his mom: š„°šøāØ#danyal al ghul with everyone else: š¹šŖ#am i heavily implying that clockwork had smth to do with Danyalās amnesia and appearance by the cabin? š maybe#not enough danyal al ghul aus where him being an assassin actually. has some kind of affect on him
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To all the @za0mbie art enjoyers, I present to youā¦DEBBIE BO PEEP!
I thought this outfit/aesthetic would look pretty on her and Iāve been crazy for it ever since šš
Ignore the nerd on the right š
Btw, If you havenāt checked out Pelās art, Iād highly recommend you do! Their one of the many talented mutuals of mine who make amazing characters, fan arts, and whatnot!
An extra doodle I made of human Debbie š«¶š«¶š«¶ SHES SO GORGGGG UGHHH
I hope you all enjoy!
#doodles#digital art#mutuals oc#puppet#puppet ocs#au? maybe?#itās more just a silly idea#might draw more of this later š
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god!Percy pulling a Hades and Persephone on sixteen year old saviour of Olympus Nico by stealing him away to the bottom of the ocean amidst the celebrations because he thought he was pretty. Idk what the equivalent to extreme winter causing famine and rapid death and devastation of society and livelihoods would be but like. Hades defs is not happy about it.
#happy talks pjo#percico#percy jackson#nico di angelo#this au also works with Poseidon ššš#maybe ill do a seprate post abt that later
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Anybody else OBSESSED with that Red Son concept art??? Damn boy can get it š
Some in progress and sketches below cut
Red Son concept art by @/darkbabtong_xd on Twitter:
#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#lmk red son#purbs art#I need to do some of Bull Red son with this hairstyle too š#maybe later haha
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An An magazine supremacy šš
#but I am selfish and once again asking for Lighter...to complete the set ofc#von lycaon#asaba harumasa#zenless zone zero#wyzzze.posting#Lighter is never getting one of these tho (MAYBE?) bc he was an A rank and the budget to commish AnAn prob wasnt dished out for him#but maybe bc of his abundant popularity they'll do it later (hopefully for Valentines day š)
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Iām just thinking long and hard about the way Akiren and Akechi are written as foils for each other. Because of course, the game drives it home for us that the two are narrative foils: Akiren is the champion of free will who finds power through his friendships, Akechi represents the ways society binds us. He is chained by his desire to be wanted (importantly, by the wrong peopleā Iāll get to that).
At first glance, Akiren and Akechiās point of divergence has to do with their relationshipsā Akiren has confidants, Akechi doesnāt, and this is the deciding factor in Akirenās victory over Akechi on November 20th and in the engine room. Still, while this is certainly part of what makes their relationship important as a narrative device, itās not the full picture. That, I think, has more to do with the fact that they both desperately want the very relationships that are used to foil them. They have common ground, and thatās what makes the emotional beats of their differences hit as hard as they do.
Even though Akechi doesnāt have the close bonds that Akiren does with his friends, he is defined as a character by his desire to belong. He wants to be praised and given everything he feels he was denied by Shidoās callous disregard for his mother and societyās unjust treatment of him after her death. He was a self-proclaimed āundesirable childā who spent his young adult life doing everything in his power to never feel unwanted again. He literally spells it out in his engine room monologueā āI was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image, so someone would want me around!ā
Akiren, like Akechi, begins his character arc as a social outcast. Unlike Akechi, who appeals to systemic power to claim social clout and chase his own sense of belonging (the Shido revenge plot, which would, uhm, theoretically end with Shido acknowledging his sonās worth), Akiren finds family with other outcasts. All of the Phantom Thieves understand his struggle, and because of this they foster a sense of understanding and community that Akechi never gets to experience.
It is important to note that these bonds are deepened when Akiren helps those around him. While thereās absolutely nothing bad about doing things for the people you care aboutā in fact, most would argue that this is what makes a friendship a good oneā we can take a reasonable guess that Akiren craves the love of those around him just a bit more than is healthy for him. He plays therapist for half of Tokyoā he stretches himself absurdly thin for the sake of his friends. Thatās a bit much to ask of one person, but Akiren seems to demand it of himself. This is the nature of confidant routes as a game mechanic, of course, but hey, reading into game mechanics is important to getting a solid reading of who Akiren is behind the mask!
The crux of it is, Akiren and Akechi are both lonely characters. Their desire to be loved quite literally drives the narrative of the game, both in terms of plot and gameplay. What makes their foiling so tragic is the fact that Akechi so obviously wants what he has himself determined he canāt have. He says as much in the engine room when he questions why Akiren has things that he doesnāt, despite being (as he says) criminal trash living in an attic.
And yet, Akechiās isolation is frankly the result of his own decisions. He is the one who chooses to work for Shido. He is the one who acts on a worldview that requires he keep his cards close to his chest to winā against Shido and against the world that wronged himā and to be considered desirable (even despite the fact that this mindset obviously works against satiating his hunger to be loved. He really needs to go to therapy, but I digress).
I donāt think Akechi even knows how to go about claiming what Akiren managed to. Akechi has agency in the actions he takes, absolutelyā he would be furious about any suggestion to the contraryā but in many ways, the choices he feels himself able to make are constrained by his circumstances and the lessons imparted to him by his past.
All this to say, Akechi and Akiren arenāt different because Akechi doesnāt want teammates, or even friends. He sincerely wants everything Akiren has. He tells us this in the engine room. He shoots himself in the foot by prioritizing approval from society and love from Shido above other relationships. But thinking from inside his shoes, what else was he going to do? Where else would he have thought to turn to find what he wanted? He was dealt a horrible hand and he played his cards according to the rule book he was given. If the world were just, Akiren and Akechi wouldnāt be foils. Itās the injustice implicit in that that really drives home the point I think P5 is trying to make when it foils Akiren and Akechi in the first place. It also, personally, has been making me want to scream all day.
On a related note, this is also the exact reason that Akechi being the one to bring up that things might have been different if only he met Akiren a few years sooner makes me want to throw things, but this post is long enough. Iāll save all that for later!
#writing this has also had me thinking about the touchy topic that is āagencyā in akechiās narrative#he makes choices AND heās a victim of circumstance AND neither of those things cancel each other out#I made a post about this a while back but I think Iāll revisit it soon because againā a topic that makes me froth at the mouth#also did yāall notice I got a little foucauldian with my akechi analysis š#I canāt resist. maybe more on THAT later too!#anyway this is scattered and left of coherent but hey I had a lot on my mind!#persona 5#goro akechi
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in laura world again. literally who said she could be this fucking pretty
#soooo many bookmarks for future gif making#maybe ill do that later today...š#laura jane grace#meager contributions
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Slay the Prince - The Tower
#sorry i have brainworms#slay the princess#2024#Abby said that Tower has more mature facial features so i briefly thought about giving him facial hair but i decided against it#i had already decided to give him a chiton to evoke Greek god imagery so the imagery of the Kouros or Adonis figure worked naturally#and those are normally clean shaven faces anyway#i do think there are other princes that facial hair would work with so maybe i'll draw them later š#slay the prince
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Companion for TES summerfest! @tes-summer-fest
"Your gryphon shall become an extension of your very self. Your thoughts, your feelings, your needs, everything will be connected."
id in alt
#rise up welkynar fandom šŖ#tesfest24#tesfest#tes#tesblr#elder scrolls#the elder scrolls#eso#elder scrolls online#tes art#tes fanart#welkynar#gryphon#relequen#belanaril#cloudrest#digital art#tiredelart#ok but while looking through my screenshots (references) i realized i could've actually (re)drawn something that fit both prompts??#this something involves this iconic duo of course lol#maybe iāll draw it sometime later? š#i may be years late to the cloudrest hype. but. ajsdkjasdbkasjbdkjasbdsdnasjlbfkjasbkjabfakjsb
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gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au
#kaishin#i can already hear my brain going BUT SOCCER PLAYER SHINICHI RAAAAAAHHHHH#but shapshooter shinichi tho cmoooon CMOOONN#yall have seen the olympic athletes yall have seen the flavor#i saw yeji and yusuf and im like OKAY SHINICHI SHARPSHOOTER#also gymnast kaito this is canon in my brain idc#i would love to see kaito's floor routine like pleaaaaaseeee#also that one epke zonderland london 2012 high bar routine but make it kuroba fucking kaito RAAAAHHH#also also in my mind shinichi would only wear glasses and he'd affectionately call it 'conan'#idk a whole lot about the olympics and either sports so im not confident enough to make hcs#thats why im just yapping here LOL#might binge watch some olympics related videos and articles later idk#yell some hcs for this au at me I'd love to know!!!!!!#dc prattles#ALSO FUN IF KAITO GREW UP IN PARIS AND HE'S REPRESENTING FRANCE WHEWWWW#but it's also fun if kaishin are both team jp and theyret meeting for the first time yippeeee#akai would be shinichi's coach maybe š¤#also i looked it ip and apparently karate was removed from the official olympic games FUCK but WE DONT CARE BECAUSE#OLYMPIC ATHLETE BESTIES SONOSHINRAN MY BELOVED I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU#anyway sonoko in gymnastics ran in karate and sharpshooter shinichi WOW WOW WAIT MY BRAIN HAVING A MASSIVE ROT RIGHT NOW#oh you just know sonoko does all those tiktoks with a shy but excited ran and completely forced to participate shinichi LMAO#kaishin meet through sonoko ofc ššš#sonoko and kaito are besties too and are familiar with each other for both being in the gymnastics scene#anyway kaito and shinichi meet and kiss and fall in love#ALSO SHINICHI THIRSTING OVER KAITO'S MUSCLES LMAOOOO#AND KAITO THIRSTING OVER A FULLY CLOTHED SHINICHI POISED FOR A SHOT LIKEEEE#oh they wanna makeout real bad i fear#ALSO KAITO IS THAT ONE ATHLETE WHO KEEPS STEALING THE CHOCOLATE MUFFINS IN THE OLYMPIC VILLAGE LMFAOOOO#the tiktoks of that guy was so funny lol i just know kaito would do the same#you know what maybe I should've just typed this on the post and not on the tags but it's too late now LMAO i want more of them tho omg š³
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Had to draw some stages of life so hereās zan
#dnd oc#dnd oc art#dnd druid#he lives in icewind dale can u tell lmfao#dungeons and dragons#oc zan#might set up another raffle later todayā¦ maybe#š#my art
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Thereās a little bit of roleplaying going on in the Hive I suppose. XDD
Also hereās a VERY quick sketch that references to a conversation Bear and I had before PFFFT.
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@braisedhoney & @beartitled, plus their Narrators ehehehe
#yes my Narry is buggable and he FEARS it#ALSO PHANTOM OF THE OPERRAAAAAAAA#I should draw Neyās Narry as the viscount š#mby#Iām in break rn and need to help myself out#SO MAYBE#MAYBE LATER ON#š¤š¤#the stanley parable#tsp#tsp narrator#stanley parable#tsp fanart#the narrator#paraverse#sketch#tspud#the phantom of the opera#The Hive#InSomniphicās Art for Others#InSomniphicās Art
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