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[kikuism]

hi! 3 // 4 // 5 and 27. these sound so interesting

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3) what genre would your OC do badly in but would be hilarious or interesting to watch?

the absolute first thing that came to my mind is kiku and naomi in some post apocalyptic setting. spoiled rich kids wouldn't last 3 seconds on their own in the wilderness. trying desperately to cling to some sense of decorum while the world is actively falling apart. i can imagine them spooning canned food into their mouths with so much misery. it's definitely a character building and humbling journey for them.

kaname in a regency era romance setting is always funny. like she'd really rather die than have to do any of that. nana would be her best friend who wants nothing more than to get a match, but she's also sickly and kaname is very protective of her. she thinks nana’s too good for some measly man. also a musical ..... she'd question why everyone is singing and be forced to sing herself and that's so funny to imagine.

kou and noriko i can imagine doing very badly in a horror setting. they're both quite practical people so in this setting where nothing makes sense they just wouldn't know how to deal with what's going on. kou is blind so noriko basically uses him as a ouija board/spirit box hgkshfhd 'can you sense any negative energy??? is something out to kill us???' at first she's like haha this is dumb!!! this is stupid, none of this is real. but the hours go by and they start to get more and more paranoid when they can't explain anything that's happening. kou can't see things disappearing in the corner of his eye so all the visual element of the horror is lost on him. meanwhile every little sound is amplified so it's hell. the slow creak of the door. footsteps when there shouldn't be. something rustling in the cupboard. noriko tries to get him to communicate with the spirits and kou loves getting her all worked up by exaggerating it and putting in voices even though he's equally terrified out of his mind. they are notttt making it out alive.

4) what media does your character enjoy?

this is a fun question! i've been writing about this lately. kou has pretentious taste, he loves watching drama movies from the 50s, characterized by their slow, lush, quiet atmosphere. it's also a treat for him to hear and really take in the differences in the audio between the old generation of movies and the new ones, everything from the style of speaking to the sound design. and it's easy to follow along with what's happening, it's all very real and grounded. he likes the movies of yasujiro ozu and his contemporaries, and in the modern age, kore-eda. he likes watching dramas that touch on the human condition.

noriko has a fondness for the trashy western rom coms of the early 2000s. she grew up watching a lot of foreign media and there's just something so charming about these movies she can't get enough of. she loves putting them on for kou as a form of psychological torture.

kiku and naomi grew up watching whatever drama was coming on the tv after dinner. they didn't really get to explore the world of television in their childhood outside of what their parents made them watch, which was safe, sterile, unassuming. so i like to think they both have a fascination for the darker anime series that characterized the late 80s and the 90s—akira, ghost in the shell, perfect blue, angel’s egg.

5) what songs do you associate with your ocs?

i'll give one random song for each!

kiku: shame—mitski

kou: telephone number—junko ohashi

naomi: surface pressure—jessica darrow

kaname: barbarism begins at home—the smiths

27) in a murder mystery, what role would your oc play?

kiku and naomi: the two rich travelers on the train who are absolutely flabbergasted and terrified by the events that have just transpired. everyone holds them in contempt.

noriko: detective!! she's way too excited about it

kaname: red herring (the one brash foul mouthed passenger on the train who almost surely evaded paying the fare....of course she's the suspect)

kou: government assigned sidekick + true culprit :D very much 'oh dear i put oleander in the tea' kusuriuri style. no one suspects him since he's blind so of course he couldn't be capable of murder....

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various art trades from the past month! had FUN as usual

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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[modmad]

congratulations tumblr you got me a fursona by unionizing

I finally have a fursona! this cuddly amalgamonster was made by blending the top four results of a tumblr poll (of a shortlist of suggestions from my followers as to what creature I would be) -important to note this creature has Gonzo Eyes. yeah.

as a persona I actually think it resembles me better than anything I've ever come up with myself! I love them! thanks to everyone who contributed ideas I had a lovely time drawing this and I may well do more with them in the future!

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these are the things that inspired the outfit! I wear a lot of teal and pink, especially the coat on the right, and I wear ribbons in most of my shoes so that's why my antlers have ribbons on them! I have also never worn matching socks since I left school, hence the spats. I am glad you all enjoy this wiggly creature I had a great time here :D

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

come get yer Laughin'stock! get it hot off the press! free Laughin'stock right here!

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)

[caelanglang]

Letter to Mackerel… I miss you to the stars and back

continuation of the childhood AU I made :3

I hope our planets collide again...

continuation here

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight��� was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

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Rhett & Link's Wonderhole

[sskk-manifesto]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A collection of Poorly Drawn Cats

(Part 2)

[averlym]

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the Phaethon Prize...."

[shannonsketches]

I grabbed a bunch of caps for that last post so here's a few more in my favorite genre of bejíta

[demonslayedher]

I finished posting the unabashedly educational Sword Fic.

It includes a detailed (but hopefully beginner-friendly) explanation of all the steps of making a Nichirin blade from a sunny mountain like Mt. Youkou, a touch of swordsmith and metalworker folk lore (including demons), meta about what must make Kimetsu no Yaiba's swordsmithing methods different from real life methods, some character exploration for Haganezuka and his polishing method, vocabulary and additional resources in the chapter notes, and hopefully, an endearing, silly POV character to learn this all through.