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shadowalchemistofficial Ā· 2 years ago
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ā€œFuck it, I'm just a mess and depression doin' me wrong, it's a shame you mentally weak but your body physically strongā€~Donnie Darko
Songs hits different when they hit home. Kain and Darko always speak truth and express relevant emotions.
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kensatou Ā· 3 months ago
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"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"
hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.
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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses Ā· 3 months ago
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i would say that, mentally speaking, i'm in a good place right now! physically of course, the crows continue their chanting,
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roninkairi Ā· 1 year ago
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You can only reblog this today.*
*PLEASE READ THE TAGS
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miothle Ā· 7 months ago
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But is it a blessing or a curse?ā™ ļø
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stil-lindigo Ā· 10 months ago
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Bisan is calling for another global strike!
I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.
What a global strike would look like is:
calling in sick to work
purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can
putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!
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For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!
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Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.
Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!
Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.
You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below youā€™ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).
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CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.
They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundmeā€™s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, Iā€™d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.
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Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!
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coddda Ā· 4 months ago
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I wish we could have met in some other way.
Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates
If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3
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If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way
#death note#dn#light yagami#l lawliet#lawlight#oh god here we go#death note jdrama#death note 2015#death note 2006#death note musical#lctw#l change the world#dntm#lawlightweek2024#my art#collapses i am NEVER putting this much effort in one piece ever again /hj this was the Only one i had mostly prepared in advance#ironically the most painstaking part about making this entire thing was converting the images into an animated file#that wasn't either horrifically compressed or just. wouldn't loop. why do gifs have to look so BAD it's so inconvenient#and THEN i realized I had to forcibly Stitch the two animations together so they would actually be synced and it wouldn't look dumb#and the end result is STILL so compressed. because Tumblr. uhhh just don't click on it it'll look so scuffed LOL. anyways#this is what i get for watching Every Adaptation of Death Note. i am a death note multiverse truther#usually i'd have something clever to say in the tags but. this drained the life out of me just uh.#yeah. they're doomed in every universe. this is the only way they could've met. they are doomed by their own natures and the#circumstances that surround them. there is no universe where light tries to prevent L's death. and even in the cases where L Doesn't die#there is no universe where L can save light. there is no universe where he can truly ā€œcatchā€ Kira and make him see where he went wrong#(<- if you read LCTW you know. :) )#in every universe and adaptation L will call Light his first friend. in some universes they'll take that notion more seriously than others#no matter what one of them will die due to the other. its the only constant. it's the only way it can ever be. they are the others downfall
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bi-writes Ā· 5 months ago
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ghost is off limits. not just emotionally or romantically, but physically. you have seen the aftermath of when someone so much as bumps into him or brushes past his arm in a tight hallway. they learn very quickly that lieutenant riley isn't to be touched, not even a little, not at all. (18+)
ohhhh but not for the medic. your touch is clinical. necessary. ordered. ghost glares, but he does not tell you to go away when you make your way into captain price's office. it's late; they just touched down not even ten minutes ago, exhausted and burdened by an op that took a few weeks of their absence.
he smells like sweat, like grime, and you can taste the sand in the air when you take a seat next to him. even seated, he is taller than you. he takes up a ridiculous amount of space, dwarfing the office chair he sits in. you set your kit down on your captain's desk, turning to face your lieutenant.
"uhm...could you show it to me?"
he huffs in annoyance before he pulls his tactical vest over his head, tossing it onto the floor. you swallow, blinking, focusing, as he unzips the jacket he wears and lets it fall at his feet. your lips part a little as he reveals the strength of his arms, tight muscles straining against the shirt he wears and showing off the sleeve of ugly military tattoos that are sunburnt along one arm.
gorgeous, giant man, but then your eyes take interest on the nasty gash along one arm, a jagged wound that stretches nearly from shoulder to elbow. it looks angry and irritated, much like the look in his eyes.
when you put your hands on him for the first time, he flinches. not because he is in pain, but the feeling of skin against skin is so foreign, like a wound of its own. you blink up at him, soft and sweet, and you show him your hands, what you're doing with them.
"just going to clean it out and stitch you up, lieutenant. promise i won't take too long."
but he likes it. the way your soft palm cups his scarred forearm, running a cloth over the lines of blood that trace along the length to his wrist and drip onto the floor. the warm drag of your fingers pushing his skin together so you can hook the needle through and stitch him up solid and effectively. those easy, gentle strokes, threading through skin as you would hem a skirt, a pattern that you have not forgotten that is now being weaved onto his very body.
he'll wear your stitch pattern like a patch he has so dutifully earned. and you will wear his marks just the same, yes she will, the good girl that she is.
when you finish, he grunts, flexing his fist to gauge the tautness of his skin and the way the wound burns as he stretches his arm. he tilts his head to the side, glaring. your hands rest easy there, still pressed up against him, and he nods at you expectantly.
"open y'r mouth, sergeant."
and you do. because he's your lieutenant, and he has given you an order. he hikes his mask up, revealing a disgusting grin and the sharp edge of a torn lip, a face mangled beyond recognition. when he spits in your mouth, he tastes just as you expected--like sand and smoke.
"now swallow."
and you do, but not because he's your lieutenant, it's something else, something more. not afraid, but intrigued, somehow not put off, but needing sustenance.
when he crowds you in the infirmary later that night, you don't understand. you don't understand the sudden need to touch, the way he grips your ass, the nasty way he bites at your jaw and pushes your pants down your thighs and puts his cock between your thighs.
he promises he won't fuck you, promises he'll be nice this time, but it's hard to discern between reality and heaven when he lets the tip catch on your clit with every frantic stroke. you squeak with every rough thrust, pressing your ass against his pelvis as you arch your back, wanting to see his face, wanting to kiss him, wanting to make this tender and soft and a little romantic, but that isn't ghost.
ghost is mean. ghost isn't a giver, he's a taker. ghost is made of sharp edges only, broken glass on all sides, it's such a shame his cock is so nice and so big and so good, lieutenant, please, i need it--
"need more," is what you beg, even though you know he can't give it to you. you know, but he does it anyway, he slips a big hand between your thighs and opens you up, and you cry when he finally sinks deep, hoisting you up, your back tight against his chest as he learns how quiet the voices in his head are when he's so deep in your pretty, pretty pussy.
he slips another hand around your throat, baring it, giving himself room so he can bite at your neck and lick over the salt and brand you with the evidence of the reprieve he refuses to give, but you don't care, all you can do is smile.
you know his secrets now, the things he would never tell, the things he can't say out loud.
it's almost frightening that you don't really care if he has to kill you to keep you quiet.
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bixels Ā· 4 months ago
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I've been watching Teen Titans for the first time with my partner. Saw the "Apprentice" arc and "Haunted."
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luminarai Ā· 6 months ago
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Most people will tell you that giving your pets any kind of medication in pill form is an absolute nightmare, meanwhile I have the exact opposite problem.
A friend of mine was watching my cat Mim while I was travelling this weekend and when he went to split her weekly allergy pill (made to split into 4 small pills when you press down on it with a finger) to give her the usual 1/4, he fumbled it and sent it skittering across the floor where my ridiculous pill-loving menace of cat immediately gobbled down the whole thing, leading to me receiving a panicked phone call at 11 pm from said friend who was understandably freaking out (everyoneā€™s fine, a single high dose wonā€™t cause any problems as long as itā€™s just this once).
Behold: the villain herself, basking in the success of her crime (sheā€™d be planning her next pill-related heist but, as you can see if you look closely, thereā€™s thereā€™s nothing but elevator music behind those eyes)
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ash-and-starlight Ā· 2 years ago
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hades atla bisexual simulator
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steddielations Ā· 10 months ago
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Steve acts on instinct.
Thereā€™s this guy in all black walking in front of him, heā€™s too busy looking down at his phone to notice, but Steve doesnā€™t trust that lamppost. Heā€™s been going for daily runs, he likes to keep it simple during the off-season, and that post has been getting more rickety every day. Now itā€™s swaying dangerously in the wind and he knows itā€™s about to tumble.
Thereā€™s no time to call out to the guy, so Steve just plows forward and tackles him out of the way.
They fall in a messy heap and Steve unfortunately lands heavily on top.
ā€œHoly shit! What theā€” ugh!ā€ The guy heaves in pain and Steve hurries to scramble off of him.
ā€œSorry, that post was about to fall on you, man. You alright?ā€
Pieces of grass stick to the guyā€™s long hair as he takes stock of Steve and what happened. With a labored breath, he surprisingly jokes, ā€œGuess Iā€™m lucky the best football tackler alive happened to be right behind me.ā€
Itā€™s sarcastic as shit but Steve smiles with a tug of amusement as he offers his hand. ā€œBaseball, actually.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re in the wrong league, man,ā€ he lets Steve pull him to his feet and groans on the way up. ā€œWell, nice to meet you, Baseball, you pack a hell of a first impression. Iā€™m Eddie.ā€
Steve would appreciate his ability to joke so soon after taking a hit, but people are starting to gather around. Thereā€™s already phones pointed at them that probably caught the whole thing on camera. Steveā€™s used to public attention by now, knows the press is going to have a field day with this and he hates causing a scene, but he wants to make sure Eddie is okay.
ā€œJust Steve is good. You wannaā€¦? This way,ā€ he gestures toward the sidewalk and thankfully, Eddie seems just as eager to get out of there too, shuffling next to Steve as they round the corner.
Heā€™s wearing so much metal jewelry, itā€™s like a costume, the jingle jangle of his every step accentuating how shaken up he seems. They get far enough behind a building and Steve stops to have a real look at him andā€¦ well heā€™s interesting to look at.
Itā€™s like he hopped off the album cover of an 80s rock band, or one of Steveā€™s Bon Jovi posters that he hid under his bed in high school. Way too much leather and way too much hair for the California sun, all disheveled with grass and dirt.
ā€œYou sure youā€™re okay? Here, you got a littleā€¦ā€ Steveā€™s hand hovers until Eddie nods that itā€™s okay from him to pluck the grass from his hair and lightly brush the dust from his shoulders. Eddie watches him the whole time, his eyes big and dark, an intensity in them that Steve canā€™t quite read but he can feel. ā€œDidnā€™t hit your head or anything, did you?ā€
Steve lowers his hands, stepping back a little when he realizes how close they are. Eddieā€™s eyes follow him, a slight quirk to his lips that makes Steve feel the heat of the sun a little warmer on his face.
ā€œIā€™m touched by your concern, sweetheart, but my brain has been through worse damage than a little bump.ā€
Steve frowns at the ladder, but the first bit definitely makes him feel the heat. Heā€™s admittedly a bit out of practice but he can still recognize a come on. One that he definitely invited with all the touching and indulgent looks.
Then Eddie starts profusely thanking him for the whole ordeal, asking to treat him somewhere nearby for lunch. Itā€™s not that Steve doesnā€™t want to, heā€™s very interested actually, and thankful that out of all the jewelry Eddieā€™s sporting, thereā€™s no wedding ring. Thatā€™s why heā€™s reluctant because heā€™s all sweaty at the moment. Not to mention, he didnā€™t finish his run yet.
ā€œSurely saving my life was enough cardio,ā€ Eddie jokes lightly and Steve snorts.
ā€œI saved you from a minor concussion, maybe,ā€ and okay heā€™s gotta accept now.
The place is small and unassuming, burgers and sodas type joint. Steveā€™s likely to be recognized there, which he doesnā€™t mind meeting fans in public just preferably not now, it might be jarring for Eddie.
He heads for the booth tucked in the back corner, the most private looking spot that Steve had his eyes on too. They get a round of sodas from the waitress and right away, Eddie starts thanking him again.
ā€œI noticed that lamppost wobbling days ago,ā€ Steve sparks a conversation instead of accepting any more thanks, ā€œI was planning to let it fall on me so I could sue the shit out of the city.ā€
Heā€™s pleasantly startled by the big cackle that gets out of Eddie, ā€œAny chance to stick it to the man. I admire that.ā€
ā€œā€˜Course I wouldā€™ve really stuck it to ā€˜em and donated it back to the community,ā€ Steve adds.
ā€œGiving the peopleā€™s money back to the people, imagine Big Brotherā€™s horror. Noble guy.ā€
Eddie seems to bubble with contagious delight that doesnā€™t match his whole leather and chains thing at all, but it fits into the somewhat magic of him. It's a wonder to Steve.
ā€œDo I know you from somewhere?ā€ Eddie ventures, a glint of recognition in his eyes that Steveā€™s seen a thousand times. He doesnā€™t ping Eddie as much of a sports guy and heā€™s not vain enough to assume everyone knows who he is. Eddieā€™s probably seen him while flipping the channel past ESPN or something. Or maybe an ad for that Netflix thing he did documenting last yearā€™s season.
ā€œI think Iā€™d definitely remember you.ā€
Steve didnā€™t mean it as a come-on, just that Eddieā€™s appearance really isnā€™t forgettable, but he can tell by the wicked little grin Eddie sports that it was taken as one. Steve likes that even better.
ā€œHave you ever modeled, or anything? Youā€™ve got the looks for it.ā€
Biting back a smile of his own, Steve shakes his head. ā€œI bet you say that to everyone who saves your life.ā€
ā€œNone of them were half as good looking." That sounds concerning but Steveā€™s distracted by Eddie swirling his straw in his drink, regarding him with a long look. ā€œReally though, I just feel like Iā€™ve seen you before.ā€
Steveā€™s done a few covers of Sports Illustrated, but he doubts Eddie has ever picked up a copy of that, so he shrugs. ā€œMustā€™ve been in your dreams.ā€
Eddie laughs softer this time. ā€œYou trying to sweep me off my feet or something?ā€
ā€œAlready did.ā€ Steve leans back, enjoying the way Eddieā€™s eyes follow him.
Conversation sparks and it never really dies out. Eddie just grabs topics out of thin air, talking about the city and what they like to do and movies and his amazement that Steve knows all about D&D because heā€™s a nerd magnet. Eddieā€™s personality spills through everything he says like it canā€™t be contained. Heā€™s talkative in a good way, not to a point where Steve canā€™t get a word in. He listens intently, has a way of putting all his attention onto Steve like heā€™s the most interesting person heā€™s ever spoken to.
Itā€™s surprisingly easy to relax. Not because Eddie has a super calming presence or anything, his energy is just all-encompassing, itā€™s hard for Steve not to get sucked in and hang on to every word he says. Itļæ½ļæ½s one of the rare times in public that heā€™s not hyper-aware of everyone around him and too paranoid of having a photo snapped and taken out of context to even enjoy himself.
That happens a lot, being one of the only professional athletes whoā€™s open about his sexuality. The media is extremely invasive with his private life. If heā€™s seen with any guy friend, thereā€™s a whole press storm about Steve Harringtonā€™s ā€œsecret beauā€ within the hour. Itā€™s ridiculous and he tries so hard to keep his lovelife under wraps that maybe heā€™s been neglecting it entirely, at least thatā€™s what Robin says.
Of course, thatā€™s when his phone lights up with a message from her. His heart sinks a little when he sees the title of the article she sent to him. He quickly shoots her a text and locks his phone without reading it.
ā€œEverything alright?ā€ Eddie notices the shift in Steveā€™s mood right away.
ā€œYeah just,ā€ he sighs, bracing for the inevitable part when Eddie realizes Steve isnā€™t worth the hassle of all this, ā€œSomeone filmed us earlier and now itā€™s all over the press. Iā€™m really sorry, I totally get it ifā€”ā€
ā€œNah, donā€™t worry about it, itā€™s fine. I figured that would happen,ā€ Eddie brushes it off, but Steve shakes his head.
ā€œI donā€™t think you understand, itā€™sā€”ā€
ā€œWanna bet?ā€ Eddie smirks for some reason, ā€œIā€™m fine with it, I promise.ā€
He tosses a chip into his mouth and picks right back up with the story he was telling.
Steve is stunned for a moment, wary that maybe Eddie doesnā€™t fully grasp how deep this goes. But he stays there with Steve, seemingly thrilled to keep talking with him even when a family comes in and keeps staring their way, obviously building up the courage to come over and ask for a picture. Eddieā€™s acting like Steveā€™s the only person in the room and thatā€™s enough to assure Steve that heā€™s really fine with it.
Heā€™s so locked into Eddie, he barely registers when the older son from the familyā€™s table finally wanders over and asks for a picture.
Steve is in the middle of wiping his face with a napkin, about to greet him when suddenly, Eddie pops up and asks Steve to excuse him for a minute.
ā€œCā€™mon little man, letā€™s do it,ā€ he says and much to Steveā€™s confusion, the teen excitedly goes with Eddie to his familyā€™s table.
Steve watches, utterly baffled, as they start snapping photos and expressing what big fans they are and Eddie takes it with such bravado, laughing and chatting like heā€™s with a group of friends.
What theā€” Steve grabs his phone, opening the article Robin sent him at lightning speed.
At first, he wonders how the press was able to find out Eddieā€™s full name so quickly, then he sees the words "troubled rockstar" and "recovering star" so many times, it becomes abundantly clear.
Oh.
Heā€™s not so worried about the troubled part, everyone has their shit and he doesnā€™t read into any of it. Those are Eddieā€™s stories to tell Steve if he chooses, not some tabloid. But the rockstar part connects a lot of dots that have come up in the last couple of hours since meeting Eddie andā€”
Yeah, just. Oh.
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etchif Ā· 1 year ago
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Jesus imagine if we confirm the existence of extraterrestrial life the Taxonomy would be insane
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sirenetica Ā· 11 months ago
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Session Six
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ciderjacks Ā· 4 months ago
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despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if heā€™d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldnā€™t have helped Falin,
theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didnā€™t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.
#dungeon meshi#chilaios#OK SORRY. THE DEMONS. I REALLY DID NOT WANT TO LIKE THIS PAIRING. I DIDNT. BUT. HHH. FHFHJFJV. I FEEL CRAZY. LET ME EXPLAIN.#Pre canon it seems Laios is the person Chilchuck is really the closest to#He gets along with Namari and they are probably way better as buddies than he and Laios but#He and Laios seem *closer*#If that makes sense#Laios calls him his first name enough and without any issue or hesitation from Chilchuck#That I sort of inagine its not like. A misunderstanding. Laios is on a first name basis with him for a reason.#He also worries probably more than anyone about Laios#And his biggest criticism of him is that hes ā€œrecklessā€#heā€™s comfortable around Laios in a very specific way and so is Laios around him#and in the series he shows many times that heā€™ll risk his life to protect Laios#Like staying with him to confront the elves because he was worried Laios would say something stupid#Hes the first one to run up to him when Falin punches him#I mean I think he was also going back for Falin like its not like I think he doesnā€™t care about her or anything#He clearly does#But I donā€™t know if heā€™d have gone back if Laios hadnā€™t#And if Laios had been eaten I think he wouldnā€™t have even had to be convinced by Falin#I also think Marcille wouldā€™ve gone back for him but probably more bc Falin was going back#Like sort of a reversed thing#AGAIN not that I donā€™t think she cared about Laios at the beginning either#But she before the story she was mostly Falinā€™s friend who knew Laios through Falin#She only really got to know him when Falin got eaten and they had to do a team building exercise#Though now I sort of want to see an actually reversed scenario#Bc we also know that Chilchuck is sort of uncomfortable around Falin (said in relationship chart)#So I would love to see them be forced into a team building exercise to find a person they both love the way Laios and Marcille were
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umblrspectrum Ā· 7 months ago
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hi heres art so you pay attention to me now go read the tags
#ive been rewatching episode 7 like its the only thing on youtube and made note of many things#first off. the solver can only have one host. nori mentions skyn wants to kill off all the other solver hosts (with the dds) and disregards#the idea of both uzi and doll being its current host when they get chased#plus the main solver possessions only occur when skyn is out of the picture (the fightt in ep 7 is only after n decapitates ā€œtessaā€)#solver uzi is possible too but i dont count her cause she doesn't have the yellow#personal theory is that its more an instinctual response to overheating or something and not full on possession#second off nori calls the solver cyn. how does she know that name#cyn was on earth and only showed up to copper 9 recently and i presume nori's been here her whole life#it probably wasn't the other dds cause none of them made it down and they're all more savage beasts#since cyn specifies n's team retained their personalities and that makes me think the other teams didnt#also also we should've immediately questioned tessa arriving in the same type of pod as the mds when they were revealed to not be sent by j#im running out of characters also the people who dont like when i use tags like this can bite me#murder drones#murder drones nori#artori? that sounds cool#ill probably just stick with nori though#i have so many solver heart refs now#art#episode 7#murder drones episode 7#murder drones episode 7 spoilers#using the same black for shadows as my lineart doesn't work when i have to draw thin things over it#murder drones spoilers
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