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carnivalcarriondiscarded ¡ 2 years ago
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ouagh Wallee.... so so happy he's a seventies boy. peak fashion
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starry-bi-sky ¡ 10 months ago
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12AM late night danyal al ghul propaganda to consider (that is funny to me): this little brat being meaAN. nice twin danyal al ghul: great, fun, we love opposite twins. wonder where he's learning that kindness from, but it's a good dichotomy! but also mean danny fenton. this little shit can make an adult CRY. he is on par with Damian for most venomous barbs. he is a smarmy little motherfucker. he's nice to his people and HIS people only. everyone else can screw off for all he cares - he's gotta learn to care about other people. his canon sarcasm and wit goes from level 2 to level 10. he is a sarcastic, smarmy, witty little asshole and i could go on but the idea of danny fenton being a mean little menace to people is very very fun and amusing to me
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul au#because then it means *I* get to explore how he obtains specific traits from canon while also staying true to that 'mean' characterization#exploration of personality traits and how they can be conveyed in different ways#how does this little jerk (affectionate) become similar enough to his canon self to the point where he's still recognizable but not a copy#also morally grey danny fenton whose actually like. on the darker side of morally grey and isnt just#'lightly grey shaded but only to the “bad” people'#because again see above ^^ exploration of personality traits and how he obtains specific canon traits and how they manifest differently#danny fenton with the orange-blue morality#and he never really STOPS being mean to people either he just mellows out. but he will swing at a hornet's nest with a metal bat#him and damian being remarkably similar but still individual to themselves#asshole with a heart of gold danny is what im saying#this isnt a super serious take im just having fun#if someone comes at him. like if you bare your teeth at him he's going for the throat immediately#'they go low i go lowER' also consider: mean danyal al ghul being a menace to vlad masters#late night starry posts that they think are funny#creating multifaceted characters comes with realizing that you need to treat your characters like people and realize that they will react#differently to situations depending on what it is and who they’re with/who its about#the ‘jokester kinda annoying’ character is never going to be joking and annoying all the time. what happens if someone they love gets hurt?#or they’re put in a situation where they realize they need to be serious? what makes them cry? what makes them angry?#what is a character like beyond the little trope label they’ve been shoved behind?#thats just an example but its one that helped me quickly understand characterization better
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bucket-puns ¡ 2 months ago
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Ishmael. The stars cannot guide you here.
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pepperpixel ¡ 2 years ago
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More powerpuff girls art!! I actually drew all of these probably at least a month ago? But I just kept getting sidetracked and never got around to finishing em up and posting em. Here they are now tho!
#powerpuff girls#the powerpuff girls#ppg#powerpunk girls#cuz berserk is in one of these#ppg berserk#ppg blossom#ppg buttercup#ppg bubbles#doodles#drew all of these mostly just to practice drawing the girls! and I think they all turned out p nice!#drew blossom and buttercup arguing here. I actually kinda think my buttercups mellowed out a lot w age?#but.. blossom is still. an expert at getting into arguments ghgh#u kno the big sis personality type in animal crossing? my ver of buttercup is basically that#just like. cool relaxed older sibling vibes.. reliable#shes help either of her sisters bury a body no questions asked. the body probably deserved it!#was probably being an asshole to them. like! she’s just got their backs 100% of the time#(bubbles and blossom would probably also help either of there sisters bury a body. but w blossom there would DEF be questions.#straight up interrogations. and she’s put up a fuss about it. but she’d still do it!#and bubbles would do it less in like a ‘im shouldering this burden w u yeah’ kinda way#and more in like a ‘hell yeah lol let’s bury a body!!!’ kinda way ghgh-)#ps. following buttercup being older sister-core. I think blossom would be more like the middle child. and bubbles like the youngest!#…not in terms of actual age. cuz they were all made at the same time#but in terms of energies.. vibes… family dynamics.. u get what im saying ghgh-#but anyway!!! yeah! pls enjoy powerpuff girls art.. now that I’ve posted it I can finally keep playing totk ghgh-
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waitineedaname ¡ 1 month ago
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does roommate julia know what she said has reached 105,235 notes
i updated them this morning when it was approaching 100k and posted their response! they go by jay now and are pleased to see people are still enjoying our roommate shenanigans from three years ago. we've both graduated and moved away and are doing Adult Things -- they have a 9-to-5 and I'm in grad school -- but we look back on those days with a lot of fondness bc we were so fortunate to have such a good roommate situation! I miss them to bits
however a caveat to jay's response is that my sibling (who sees jay more frequently than i do at this point) saw the update and said "mellow is not a word id use to describe jay" so. do with that what you will lol
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faunandfloraas ¡ 6 months ago
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Love seeing how passionate you guys get about music polls, like it's genuinely fun and interesting to read and learn what people enjoy but it's also the one time I truly feel like a very calm and benevolent monk
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green-tea-lemonade ¡ 1 year ago
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hii can you please draw applebees/davesol/soldave/honeycrisp... they are my lifefurce....
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Heeeeey anon
Sorry that this legit took so long to get to but this one and another actually stumped me a bit! But lets go ahead and talk some Honeycrisp!
It's funny but as I'm starting to go through ships, I actually find that Sollux is surprisingly moldable to ship with in most quadrants with any character with just a few characters that I think it's pretty obvi he'd be one way or another with them. Dave is one that I can actually see these two being an all-around deal. I think it's actually extremely easy to see either of them together in a red, pale, or pitch manner. Personal opinion though, I think I could see them shift from pitch to pale. However, I do understand the idea of them in red! Trying to go down a little bit of the more romantic route, Dave can somehow get Sollux to be pretty talkative when working if he says the right things. Both of them are pretty tall so there is a pretty frequent amount of them coming up behind the other and attempting to use them like an armrest just for the hell of it. Sollux's constant amount of electronic-like noises from his powers is actually fuel and used snippets in some of Dave's music. I see them being somewhat private about affections towards one another mostly because they don't feel like its anybodys business to glimpse into those parts from the outside of their lives. They're really casual about it though.
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flying-potato2 ¡ 2 months ago
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got this ALLEGEDLY super spicy heirloom pepper today so im making a grilled cheese ! inshallah i will not die
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kewpiekills ¡ 1 year ago
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Usually I don't care for oc x canon but I adore your Nurse x Scout art. Its like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to me. Someday Nurse will torture that poor twink to death and Scout will be too desperate to say no. Once nurse has permanently destroyed Scout's mind he will regret the loss of this actual human being he's ruined<3<3<3<3<3 More unethical experiments on his gay ass please!!!
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YOU GET IT FOR REALLLL!!!!!! i’ve kinda decided Nurse calms down on the twink abuse once he realizes how utterly desperate Scout is, willing to injure or kill himself over and over just for a lick of positive attention. but his intentions were definitely just to fuck with him with no realization his actions would have consequences until it was a bit too late. i’ve gotta actually like, make more of a comic with these two sometime, but you got their dynamic down pat <3
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brutal-nemesis ¡ 10 months ago
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YWDaC: Turns Out, Forever Is a Long Time
Ayo we have FINALLY arrived at the end of Castys's lil pirate misadventure I hope you have enjoyed all of the delicious lore
←Previous - Castys Masterlist
Ingredients: storm at sea activity, mentioned stabbing, suicide for "convenience" (it's not quite the usual level of he doesn't care but it's still not like bro wants to die yk), a little self harm (once again, out of practicality)
What Castys really wanted was to have something for breakfast, but responsibilities came first, so here he was, delivering a message that he could have ordered anyone else to relay, just so he could go back belowdecks and hopefully grab something on the way back, which made him wonder if he should have been given responsibilities in the first place, but oh well, he didn’t put himself in charge. Now, to get this done so he could eat. Castys knocked on the door in front of him, and upon hearing a noise that sounded like a word, he entered. Captain Izogie was sitting with her shirt partially off and her back to him, exposing the bold patterns of white fire ink curling around her dark shoulders. Alfyn was standing behind her with his hands on her bare back, clearly concentrating. It was a sight he’d seen before, but he always felt a little awkward stumbling upon it. 
“Uh, sorry, didn’t realize it was woman magic day.”
Izogie laughed a little as she turned her head to look at him. “Is that what you lot call it?”
“Less of a mouthful than whatever Alfyn says.”
Alfyn just sighed. “Estrogen production stimulation?”
Castys nodded. “Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Anyway, Captain, just thought I’d let you know the sunrise is red this morning, and given the clouds now, we’re all pretty sure it’s gonna storm. And yes,” Castys held up a hand, “preparations are already underway. Just wanted you to be aware.”
Alfyn, finished with Izogie’s treatment, stepped back. “In that case, I have a few things to secure in the med bay. If you’ll excuse me, Captain.”
Izogie nodded as she buttoned her shirt. “Thank you, Alfyn, you’re excused.” He gave Castys a smile as he left. “Thank you as well, Castys.” She gave him a thoughtful look as she pulled her coat on and stood up. “You know, when you first arrived, I wasn’t sure if you were going to last here, but here you are, my first mate, of all things. You’ve grown quite a bit.”
Castys rolled his eyes and smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Well, yeah, a scared tied up kid rarely looks like he’s gonna amount to anything. And it took you a few years to get that mouth off of me,” he laughed.
“You say that like it’s gone completely,” Izogie said with a glint in her eye, coming up to stand in front of Castys. Despite more than a decade passing, she still towered over Castys, the passage of time only showing in the lines on her face and the gray streaking her hair. He hadn’t grown any taller, but he’d at least gained some muscle and quite a few scars, which was well within the realm of expectation for being a pirate. “Well then, let’s go help out, Castys. This isn’t our first storm, and we need to make sure it won’t be our last.”
“I’d prefer to go down to a sea monster, at least. And I can’t imagine anything short of a hurricane taking you, Captain.”
“I’d like to see one try.” 
The storm that night certainly did.
The rain came down in sheets, driven to needlepoints by the harsh winds. It was more difficult than ever to hear the shouts of the crew as reports and orders were passed around, and Castys’s throat was raw from relaying directions to the men at the helm. He was glad for the storm sails, because even though they hadn’t had time to put all of them up, they were still making good progress through the crashing waves. At least, he hoped so. 
The ship’s bow pierced through another wall of water, and it was all Castys could do to stay on his feet, holding tight to the rope tied around his waist. Shit, one of the men at the helm had collapsed, and there was no one else to take his place. Castys ran up, grabbing the wheel alongside the others as he continued to keep an eye on the angle of the bow and the oncoming waves. It was fine, he could keep this up even as his arms burned from the strain, the hairs that had escaped from his ponytail blowing in his eyes and sticking to his face, making it even harder to see, the ever-louder thunder overhead drowning out the sound of his own voice. Didn’t matter if things were only getting worse, they had to keep-
CRACK
Everything was too loud, or maybe too quiet, roaring and buzzing, he was pressed up against the soaking wood of the deck and there was a ball of dense, sharp agony buried in his chest, making it hard to breathe, he kept coughing, couldn’t stand, couldn’t see, the blackness was coming, fading in and out, and all of a sudden he was belowdecks, blood and rain puddling around him, hands on his chest, pulling up his shirt, the words muffled, his chin moved up, Alfyn’s eyes were gray and full of fear, he hadn’t seen that expression before, or maybe he had, and maybe he was going to die, here, because of the storm, because he couldn’t breathe, time was up, that was it, those thirty-four years were over and done he wasn’t getting that time back no more tries he was satisfied with that right he had to be he couldn’t have any regrets because he wasn’t supposed to but it would have been nice if…if…
Castys woke up to a vast expanse of yellowish-white, which was not the color he expected the afterlife to be. Upon further inspection, though, it turned out that it was just a sheet over his head. After tossing it off and sitting up, he was greeted by a shrill scream that should have come from a young girl but actually came from Alfyn. 
“Chill, dude, you shouldn’t have put that over me if you’d healed me.” Castys narrowed his eyes a bit as he talked. Did his voice always sound like that? Maybe whatever injuries he’d had had damaged his hearing or something. He wasn’t in any pain now, though, so that was good.
“C-Castys you-you’re-how are you-” Alfyn ran over, nearly tackling Castys as he pulled up his tattered shirt to reveal a rather bloodstained but otherwise perfectly fine torso. Castys gave him a weird look, leaning away.
“Uh, you’re the one who fixed whatever it was, weren’t you?” He brushed his wet hair off of his face as he stared down at himself. Why the fuck did he grow his hair out, again? It was annoying as hell like this. 
Alfyn shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t heal you, Castys. You-you were…both of your lungs had collapsed and I-I couldn’t fix it but-” He looked Castys in the eye, frowning. “You…you look different. Younger.” He ran a hand over Castys’s ribs, and Castys was very glad that he was more than used to the medic touching his bare skin. “There’s no scar from what just-” 
“Hey, what are you-” Castys yelped as Alfyn forced him to lean forward, pulling up his shirt even more to expose his back.
“You still had scars from your first day, didn’t you? When you were flogged?”
“Uh, I think so? I don’t really make it a hobby to look at my back, so you’d probably know better than me.” 
Alfyn sighed, letting go of Castys and standing up. “Well, if they were there before, they’re gone now. You…” He looked around at the patients lying on the cots on the other side of the room. “Do you feel alright, Castys?”
“I think so? I’m not in any pain or anything, but…I dunno, does my voice sound weird to you?” There were a few other things that were bothering him, but he couldn’t really get a solid hold on what they were. He just felt different, his thoughts more scattered, his arms less muscular than he remembered, the persistent ache in his left knee from a battle wound a few years ago completely gone now.
Alfyn nodded slowly. “Now that you mention it, it does seem a little…off.” He frowned again. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you, Castys, but I have more urgent patients to attend to, and I’m going to ask you to stay put until we can get this sorted out.”
“But the s-”
“Fine then, I’m not asking, I’m ordering. Doctor’s orders supersede everything else, you know that. And the storm has almost passed. So stay. Put.”
Castys grumbled and crossed his arms, but he didn’t move to get up. He knew all too well that Alfyn wasn’t above restraining disobedient patients, and he’d rather avoid that today. Bored, he peeked at his chest again. It was very bloody, but there were no injuries anywhere, and poking his ribs didn’t hurt like a bitch, so they weren’t broken or anything. What was weird though was that he still had some scars, just not all of them. The twisted one on his tummy and the clean line over his heart were still there. He slapped a hand on his right cheek and tried very hard to smile, finding that, yup, he still couldn’t really do it on that side, so the remnant of the gash on his face was still there. But the one on his knee, on his arm, and apparently the ones on his back…gone. It didn’t make sense. Unless…
He put a hand over his heart. Every scar he still had now, he’d gotten before…before that day. The day he still didn’t want to believe had happened. Just as he was about to dig up that lovely little box of buried memories, Captain Izogie rushed in, worry etched in her face. 
“Alfyn, is it true Castys is-” she laid eyes on Castys and the tension visibly drained from her body. “Oh thank Mydnar.” She walked over and crouched down in front of where he was seated on the floor, eyeing him suspiciously. “What…what did Alfyn do to you? You look like a kid again.”
“Not my fault!” Alfyn called from where he was working on someone’s fucked-up arm.
“Uh, yeah, I, um,” Castys laughed nervously. “It’s my fault. I think. But I’m okay! All the breathing is happening fine.”
Izogie shook her head. “You’re not making any sense. Laias said a broken piece of the mizzen top yard poked a hole through your chest.”
“It did,” Alfyn said, wiping his hands as he walked over. “Both of his lungs were punctured. I worked as quickly as I could after I pulled it out, but…” he swallowed. “Your pulse was gone, Castys.”
“But I…I’m fine. I’m…” He swallowed. Everything was so cold all of a sudden, that was the only reason he’d be shaking like this, right? Had to be. Unsure if he even wanted to know the answer to this question, Castys lifted his shirt, poking at the scar on his stomach. “Alfyn…what if a person was…was stabbed right here. And the knife was dragged and twisted a bit before being pulled out. And then it went,” his finger was over his heart now, “right here. Would that person…would they die?”
Alfyn looked at Castys in slight horror before slowly nodding. “Without medical attention, in a matter of minutes. Possibly less depending on how much the stomach wound had bled and how much damage had been done.”
Every worry line in Izogie’s face stood out more than ever before. “Castys, you-what are you saying? Are those scars-”
“I think so.” Castys dropped his shirt. “At least, from what I can remember. So maybe I…I already died. Before this. All this time I just thought I might be remembering things wrong, but if what Alfyn said about earlier is true, then…and it might explain why I’m…different.”
“So you think you’re some kind of…” the furrow in Alfyn’s brow deepened, “immortal?”
Immortal. The thought was sort of exciting, as ridiculous as it seemed, but it was also sort of terrifying. Why the fuck was he one, anyway, if it was true? He was just Castys, a random pirate with incurable amnesia about his childhood and hadn’t done anything special besides the whole…maybe this was some kind of fucked-up reward for finishing his mission? But then where had-fuck, okay, no more of that, his brain hurt too much. Why think about things when he could get some results?
“Hey, Captain, could you stab me or something? I wanna see what happens.”
Izogie, who was still clearly trying to process whatever the hell was going on, gave him a very concerned look. “No, Castys, what-even if you think you’ll-you’ll come back what if-”
“Well, I should have died twice now. So I feel like I’ve already gotten a second chance if I was going to be dead anyway.” He glanced over at Alfyn. “Could you-”
“I’m a fucking doctor, Castys. My hands aren’t-I can’t. No.” The other pirates cursed pretty much every other word, but coming from Alfyn, that word might as well have been a cannon blast. Seeing that neither of his friends were willing to stab him for science, Castys dropped the idea and let them examine him for a bit before finally getting cleared to go back to his quarters. The crew gave him odd looks as he passed by, just hammering it in even more that he was different somehow. Either that or they’d heard he fucking died and was now walking around perfectly healthy, which was also probably cause for concern.
Once he was alone, he pulled out his sword and looked at his reflection in the blade. From what he could tell in this shitty makeshift mirror, his face did look a lot more youthful than he remembered. The scruff on his chin and his longer hair did make him look a bit older than the age he supposed his body was now, but the beard was itchy and long hair was a pain in the ass. Part of him wanted to hack his ponytail off right now with his knife, but he’d rather not look like a total mess on top of everything else, so he could wait to ask for a haircut tomorrow. He could shave, however, and he felt a lot better once it was done. 
Turning the razor over in his hands, Castys wondered if he really would come back to life again if he slit his throat or whatever. Well, only one way to find out. His clothes were already super bloody, anyway, so that wouldn’t be a problem. Here goes nothing, then.
Why were his hands shaking so much? It was just dying, he’d apparently done it before, it was fine, he’d come back, he wasn’t leaving anyone behind, just a quick swipe of the blade and then…then…he’d come back, right? Right. A-and if he didn’t, he’d already cheated death before, so it was only fair for things to end now. Deep breath maybe his last-
The blade moved a little more slowly than he would have liked, a flash of pain before-
Castys opened his eyes. He was still in his cabin, lying on the floor, razor still gripped in his hand, fresh blood warm and sticky on his neck. S-so then…he’d died. And come back. And wasn’t in any pain. 
Some sick fascination drove him to slice a deep gash in his arm before turning the blade on his neck again.
He woke up just as healthy as before, no cut in sight.
That settled it, then. Castys…he was immortal. A deep feeling of freedom unlike anything he’d ever known washed over him. He could do anything, go anywhere, not having to worry about wasting his time or being in danger, because fuck that he was immortal nothing would ever stop him again. 
Lying in a puddle of his own blood, Castys couldn’t help but laugh.
He got slapped and lectured the next day for testing things out on himself, sure, but it was nothing in the face of his infinite future. He could go on with everyone forever and e-
Kamon left. 
Alfyn died. 
Izogie retired.
And then, one day, Castys was standing on the deck of the ship, his ship, and he realized he didn’t recognize a single face looking back at him. Well, he recognized them, but he didn’t know them, didn’t remember any of them from his life before the years felt like minutes. There was a divide between them, and he wasn’t sure who put it there.
Immortality was…lonely. Isolating. 
Someone else like him had to be out there, right? So he’d look all over, chase down every lead, even an immortal monster or something would do, he just needed-
Castys felt as alone as he was all those years ago, trapped on that deserted island, the passage of time impossible to follow. 
But no matter what, he’d find that ship on the horizon. 
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retraceyourstepss ¡ 7 months ago
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Hi Tumblr! Yet another robot trans girl here [vtuber flavored] to bring to you a weird habit I [retrace] have! I like to write poetry in hexadecimal as a way to keep practice with translating it. Why hexadecimal? Why make sure that that's a thing that I do despite no real practical reason for me to know how to do it? IDK just felt like it. Do you want some examples? Well you're getting em anyway!
41 6c 6c 20 49 20 73 65 65 20 61 72 65 20 65 6c 65 63 74 72 69 63 20 73 68 65 65 70 2e 2e 2e 20 53 6f 20 73 75 72 65 6c 79 20 49 20 6d 75 73 74 20 62 65 20 61 73 6c 65 65 70 2e 2e 2e 20 42 75 74 20 73 68 6f 75 6c 64 20 49 20 72 65 61 6c 6c 79 20 77 61 6b 65 20 66 72 6f 6d 20 6d 79 20 64 72 65 61 6d 20 69 66 20 6f 75 74 73 69 64 65 20 74 68 65 20 65 79 65 20 6f 66 20 74 68 65 20 73 74 6f 72 6d 20 65 78 69 73 74 73 20 6f 6e 6c 79 20 73 74 6f 72 6d 3f
This was one of the first I did and I'm quite proud of it! I was re-reading Moby Dick and playing Library of Ruina [very good game] when I just kinda decided I would do this and it has become a regular practice for me though I only recently started sharing them [good Segway for the second one I'm sharing here and the 6th I wrote]
49 20 62 75 72 79 20 6d 79 20 73 6f 72 72 6f 77 20 69 6e 20 70 6f 65 6d 73 20 74 68 61 74 20 79 6f 75 20 77 69 6c 6c 20 6e 65 76 65 72 20 72 65 61 64 2c 20 6c 69 6b 65 20 69 6e 20 61 20 73 6f 6c 69 74 61 72 79 20 72 6f 63 6b 65 74 73 68 69 70 20 6e 6f 62 6f 64 79 20 68 65 61 72 73 20 6d 65 20 73 63 72 65 61 6d 2e 2e 2e 20 42 75 74 20 74 68 61 74 27 73 20 70 61 72 74 20 6f 66 20 74 68 65 20 64 65 73 69 67 6e 20 69 73 6e 27 74 20 69 74 3f 20 59 65 73 20 69 74 27 73 20 69 6e 74 65 6e 74 69 6f 6e 61 6c 20 68 6f 77 20 49 20 62 6f 78 20 6d 79 73 65 6c 66 20 69 6e 2c 20 6a 75 73 74 20 74 6f 20 66 65 65 64 20 74 68 65 20 63 6c 61 75 73 74 72 6f 70 68 6f 62 69 61 20 61 74 6f 6e 65 20 66 6f 72 20 6d 79 20 73 69 6e 73 2e 20 4e 65 76 65 72 20 62 65 20 61 20 62 6f 74 68 65 72 2c 20 6e 65 76 65 72 20 62 65 20 61 20 70 72 6f 62 6c 65 6d 2c 20 6e 65 76 65 72 20 61 73 6b 20 66 6f 72 20 68 65 6c 70 20 61 6e 64 20 6c 65 74 20 79 6f 75 72 73 65 6c 66 20 62 65 20 66 6f 72 67 6f 74 74 65 6e 2e 2e 2e 20 49 20 74 68 69 6e 6b 20 49 27 6d 20 6c 6f 6f 73 69 6e 67 20 6d 79 73 65 6c 66 20 74 6f 20 6d 79 20 66 65 61 72 20 6f 66 20 62 65 69 6e 67 20 61 20 62 61 64 20 70 65 72 73 6f 6e 2e
This one is a bit dramatic I know but this was written not too long after I realized I had an easier time expressing myself when I wrote in hexadecimal! As odd as it is it really worked for me so I ran with it as a venting strategy. I know there's probably some psychological analysis you can do about me actively encrypting my complaints and frustration but I don't really have the time to do that analysis right now...
Anyway you may have noticed the weird comma placement and that was very intentional as this was intended to have rhythm to it like spoken word poetry [or rap] and I thought that was a neat detail to highlight!
What I find so interesting about this is the way it came about... I didn't tell myself I had to do it, didn't provide insensitive, and didn't even know this was a thing I could do! I just kinda did it and I think in a way it makes me feel more confident in myself! There's something so psychologically pleasing about just kinda doing something without any real reason or goal in mind moreso to just do and I think the idea isn't normalized enough. It truly helps with my anxiety in a very big way.
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thanatos-nightshade ¡ 1 year ago
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Im so sorry i played Our Life: beginnings and always and not only has it sucker punched me with bittersweet feelings of life and change and relationships but its also thrown me into brain rot hell of it. Im sorry if ocean boy cove floods your feed get it? Its a pun
#t-n talks#personal#our life: beginnings & always#olba#i love him so much i love them all so much i need to replay with all the dlcs and get shiloh to come to our wedding#because i named a fosh after him in like step 2 or 3 and i missed him and i dont care if he lied to us im sorry shiloh#come baaack#but also baxter what happened baxter we missed you so much youre important to us youre important to meeeeeee#everyones my friend now how do i have jeremy at my wedding but not shiloh? jeremy you should have made shiloh suffer tooooo#im so glad i got jeremy though god i felt for him so bad like genuinely what was wrong while he was mean to us#i just wanted to be nice and friends but also dont be mean to cove and im so glad hes mellowed out a bit hes really a good kid sometimes#i love them all so much dereeeekkkkk hes such a good friend god hes SUCH A GOOD FRIEND im screaming#and baxter baxter baxter baxter sometimes i dont think hes in love with us but in love with our relationship but also like#i wouldnt mind us three being closer because youre fucking important to me baxter just like jeremy#youre all part of this found family gay as shit now if i can be adopted then that means i can adopt you too!!!#god but seriously? like i expected to cry because of relationship love drama at first not because i was having#complicated feelings about being adopted and my relatiinship with my sister god ive never had an older sister really#and my siblings and i arent super close but im adopted and i dont think ive ever wanted something more than this family#this game man i just god my fiance was like “i dont think this game was meant to be so deep/intense” but like its a visual novel#novels are meant to invoke feelings and thoughts and discussion and reflection at least thats what i believe every story has a purpose#its up to us to figure out what its purpose is maybe not in general but to us what can we take away from it and god#it makes me want to hold onto my friendships tightly and reach out to everyone i knew/know#i have too many tags on here because of brain rot but i love this game and im so excited for the next one and i would love to download#like my log of the entire game so that i can recap everything at like my leisure#just cause im not gonna remember all my choices and stuff
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bmpmp3 ¡ 2 months ago
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miyamai moca has knocked my socks into the stratosphere LIKE i liked her voice from the demos (and i also just like a lot of the demo songs as songs in general) but like in those she mostly sounded like a solid but relatively standard medium toned fem vocal BUT now that coverists have gotten her and started pushing her vocal modes further.... holy shit she is EXPRESSIVE
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thehappiestgolucky ¡ 1 year ago
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I don't know if you're going to answer this but, Vigilante Tiso, is this an AU of yours? If so, I'm curious about the context of this concept!
Yep! Vigilante Tiso is one of my older and blog popular AU’s for Hollow Knight (based on poll results)
Originally, it started as a joke about Tiso being in Hallownest early just to take the piss out of PK and Lurien, but slowly developed into a more complicated story about Tiso being Xero and Markoth’s son (Xero biologically and Markoth via marrying into the family) as Tiso moved to Hallownest much earlier - eventually putting his distaste for the royalty into become the cities Vigilante that continued through the Infection Outbreak and in-game events. Instead of an arrogant ant that dies in the Colosseum, he’s a hot headed ant that’s been trying to protect survivors of a dying kingdom whilst wanting a solution and is willing to die for it.
A lot of it focuses more on the character relationships as they change and are affected by the story events - particularly with a small family being torn apart as simple mortals in a gods war.
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brittlebutch ¡ 3 months ago
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tic disorders are so Fun bc they are So comorbid with like. autism and ocd. and they are So fucking transmissible. watching YT vids with a guy who happens to have an eye blink tic and Whoops! picked it right up. and so the whole comorbid thing it’s like a petri dish of “Oh so you’re faking all this shit for attention then? you see someone else do it you do it?? bitch???” intrusive thoughts. and tics are different from compulsions but the stress of intrusive thoughts can also make tics worse which turns the whole thing into a perpetual motion machine. and so i get to chase that tail all over again now and i’m also stuck blinking a weird new way i wasn’t doing last week. gotta love it!!
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foxboy-yakumo ¡ 2 years ago
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hello kuya nu carnival tumblr! today i bring to you my compiled screenshots of every kuya's homescreen dialogue with their expressions! (up to date as of 2023 March!) mainly wanted side by side screenshots to compare!! (SR/R/N have the same expressions, so I excluded the R and N kuyas)
under a cut cause it's a little long! but i just find it so fascinating how Different his expressions are now as compared to his SR and his standard SSR (Fallen Leaves)!! there is so much to comment on but actually i would be interested to see if anyone else has thoughts about this comparison. i personally am fascinated especially much by the gentle chronological rotation from his left eye being front-facing to his right eye being front-facing (with the exception of his SR, which is looking basically straight ahead).
[1 of 7] "Me? Cause trouble? ... Heh, a 'wicked spirit' such as myself has a duty to terrorize the Grand Sorcerer, wouldn't you agree?"
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[2 of 7] "... No illusion can avoid my detection. Hmph... just what kind of trickery do these 'playing cards' hold..."
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[3 of 7] "Oh my... you want to enter my special mist? If I discover you committing obscenities in there... You better be prepared for the consequences."
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[4 of 7] "I don't see being a clan member as my duty, but rather... a fun little game to stave off boredom."
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[5 of 7] "My fox ears? They're not for your eyes."
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[6 of 7] "Oh? Flirting with everyone you meet? Are you ready for your punishment?"
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[7 of 7] "Hmph... if you want to touch, then go ahead. No need to be shy."
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