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Febuwhump Day 5: Human Weapon (Hyrule)
Ao3
CW for vomiting, blood and injury, and references to captivity
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Hyrule runs.
The ground is slick and slippery beneath his feet. Mud splashes up, sullying his boots and trousers. Rain pelts his head, burning his eyes, blurring his vision, sticking his clothing to his skin. It draws at the blood that seeps from his wounds, diluting it, trying to wash it away.
But no sooner has it managed, more bubbles up. It oozes out of him, constant, traitorous. A danger to everyone and everything he has fought so hard to protect.
He slips and falls, sprawling in the chilled mud with a grunt of pain and surprise. He only allows himself a moment to lie there, panting, trying to ignore the scream of his aching body. And then he’s up again, tearing past trees and through shrubbery, ears ringing with the eerie laughter that echoes around him.
“Come here, little hero. We won’t hurt you.”
“Where’s that cursed brat? Doesn’t he know how vital he is to the plan?”
“Hurry! He can’t have gotten far!”
Another burst of paper and magic. They are growing closer. Hyrule pushes his legs to go faster.
His breath comes in ragged half-sobs that scream through his throat. Panic slices at his very soul. The ground itself seems to rise and roll beneath his feet. The sight of it reminds him of the Wind’s Great Sea during a thunderstorm — all furious, churning foam and gray-green waves that leap up to the sky.
The sky still weeps and the trees bend beneath the weight of its grief. It courses into his eyes, turns his hair sopping, runs into his mouth and nose. Even the river is overwhelmed by it. It begins to breach its banks, belching filthy water into Hyrule’s boots.
He stumbles once more, feet flying out behind him, carried by the treacherous tides of the forest. His knees hit the ground and agony streaks up his thigh. He bites down hard on his lip to keep from screaming.
They can’t hear him, they can’t catch him again.
Desperately, Hyrule reaches for his magic, dragging it through his veins. It screeches in agony as it follows his call. There is so much within him, waiting to be let loose, begging to be. It has been building these past days, caged behind a wall he cannot tear down. But all that comes is a strained trickle, hardly enough to heal his wounds.
If anything, the attempt makes matters worse. The cuff on his left wrist sears into his skin, fiery and fierce. Even the rain cannot wash away the scene of burnt flesh.
With a choked cry, he retreats. His power slides from his grasp, as slippery as a serpent and as helpless as a mouse caught in a trap. Pitching sideways, he retches. Blood and bile splatter into the puddles that he has collapsed into.
More laughter. The sound of it turns his stomach more than any pain.
“I hear you, little hero. You can’t hide forever.”
Come on. Hyrule grits his teeth, rising on trembling limbs. He is so, so tired. But now is not the time to stop.
If his brothers were here, perhaps, he could afford to rest for a moment. They are halfway across Hyrule, however. He cannot even be certain that they’ve noticed his absence yet.
He coughs up another mouthful of blood. Crimson-tinged fingertips slip in the mud. The very environment battles against him. The greenery surrounding him swims and swirls sickeningly. Cackles echo from all sides.
Get up. Fight. Don’t ever let them catch you.
He manages to get his legs beneath him, groaning at the exertion it takes to do so. And then he’s up again, stumbling forward as the soil moves in reverse. He struggles to remain conscious; struggles to stay alert to his surroundings even as they blur into blobs of subdued color.
A sudden burst of red erupts before his eyes. The deadly shink of unsheathed metal pierces his ears.
“Going somewhere?” A Yiga assassin croons.
Hyrule scrambles backward, terror turning his extremities numb. But several more assassins explode into existence. They surround him and close in, windcleavers and vicious sickles gleaming in the eerie grayish-green light.
“I don’t know why you’re running,” one of them hisses, cocking his head. The white of his mask is almost translucent from the torrential downpour. If Hyrule squints, he can see the outline of his features – a large nose, wide eyes, and a mouth framed by thin lips. Human. Natural. But in this moment, they hardly look so.
“Don’t you want to help us?”
Another throws back her head as she laughs. “It’s such a noble thing, isn’t it? To give your life for the Demon King.”
Hyrule sends them all the most severe glare he can muster.
“I won’t,” he grits out and his voice is hardly audible over the thundering rain and his pounding heart. “I won’t let you use me. I won’t…won’t let you bring him back.”
More cackling, cruel and harsh. He hates the sound of it with every bone in his body.
“Oh, little hero – ”
One of the assassins steps closer. Through his mask, Hyrule can see that he is grinning.
“ – what made you think you have a choice?”
His weapon howls like the wind it commands, as he raises it high above his head. The other Yiga back away, giving room for the blow that will incapacitate the hero once more.
They’ll drag him back once he’s unconscious, no doubt. He won’t even need to wake up for the ritual. All they need, after all, is his blood.
He tries to evade, slipping and sliding in the slop. But the sword comes down faster than he can run. A blast of wind hits him, sharp as a dagger in his ribs. And the world goes upside down.
He hits the ground with a splash, lungs heaving for the breath that has been stolen from them, limbs spread-eagled and oddly shaped. There is a fire in his chest, flames in his veins. His muscles feel as though claws of iron have clamped around them, turning them tight and leaden.
But he tries anyway, to move, to fight. Desperate, he reaches inside and draws at his magic once more.
Please, he begs as it screeches and screams, held back by his bonds, help me.
He only needs one spell to take them all out. Just one.
And still, his magic struggles against him. Still, the cuff sears into him, branding its raised edges into his pale skin.
Cackles swell around him. Shapes bob around, harsh crimson against a blurred backdrop of green. Hands pull him up, as he chokes, blood bubbling from limp lips.
He’s slipping, he realizes, dully, in the part of his mind still capable of thought, and with him, his magic.
They’re going to win. They’re going to bring Ganondorf back from the dead so he can raze Hyrule, so he can bathe the world to darkness.
Hyrule blinks, slowly, lazily.
They can’t win. He won’t…
The world explodes. His eyes drag closed. His magic cries out, gives one last buck, and breaks free from his clawing fingers. Someone screams his name.
And darkness claims him.
#febuwhump2024#febuwhump day 5#blood tw#injury tw#vomiting tw#referenced captivity#trin writes#linked universe fic#linkeduniverse#lu hyrule#yiga clan#angst#whump#got an alternate prompt today#seemed like the perfect opportunity to pick on poor rulie >:)#this will be continued btw#not sure what day#but it's happening
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Alternate scene for Trod 'Drunken Gods' chapter where Lamb is already drunk before Narinder even arrives to the party. Gotta love 'liquid courage'
#i have a continuation to this btw ill post in a bit#trod au#the rehabilitation of death#narilamb#narinder x lamb#cult of the lamb#cw alcohol#cw drunk#doodles#btw that crab is a sona for twitch chat lmao
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°˖✧ Hayakawa family unit ✧˖°
#who's living in denial? I am and I will continue on doing so#chainsaw man#power#aki hayakawa#denji#adelaida art#gods i adore the found family trope#i eat that shit up like a starved woman#if they somehow acquired a kiddo too i would cry#the book is about cats and dogs btw (it's Polish)
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I really like the way Giyuu thinks he can make friends with Sanemi is by just hiding red bean mochis in his sleeve and giving it to him whenever. I can just imagine Sanemi having a bad day and it gets 10 times worse when Giyuu comes around because he might think he's making fun of him
Pretty relatable tho I get it Giyuu I get it
#anyways this was just an excuse to draw demon slayer stuff#im getting a bit tired of drawing danganronpa stuff so im taking a break before it makes me hate danganronpa#sanemi shinazugawa#kny sanemi#demon slayer sanemi#shinazugawa sanemi#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#giyuu tomioka#kny giyuu#demon slayer giyuu#kimetsu giyuu#kimetsu sanemi#sanegiyuu#sure why not#which i will continue doing btw
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sv redraws part 1/?
#svsss#scum villain's self saving system#shang qinghua#shen qingqiu#yue qingyuan#luo binghe#liu qingge#these are all from last november btw#there might be a continuation... i did enjoy drawing these quite a bit lol#svsss redraws
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Continuing a bit from this
Because that was a fluke, right?
Steve Harrington sat at their lunch table, asked a bunch of questions, and took notes as some sort of prank, right? It’s never going to happen again. Right?
But he’s there again today (“Fucking hell”) sitting at their table, waving them over when he spots them like, “I was thinking about that depression filter you told me about. Makes no sense.”
“It’s, uh…” Jeff tries, accepting Steve’s offered applesauce. “It’s a perception filter.”
“Ohhh, that makes more sense.”
Steve opens his notebook, marks something out, and writes over it. He looks up like, “About this guy Griffon.”
And that’s how it goes. Steve asks questions. They provide answers. They realize that Steve must have some hearing loss in his left ear and adjust to that. Steve cracks a joke they don’t understand and adjusts to them, and it’s…fun.
Gareth accidentally elbows Steve in the ribs and Steve winces hard because his ribs are still fucked up from the fight. They all think this is over now and things will go back to normal but Steve…apologizes?? For being weird??? To weirdos?
“Oh, god,” Jeff says after lunch, watching Steve and Grant walk off in the same direction. “We have to keep him.”
Gareth sighs, “Eddie is going to hate this.”
#Eddie did - in fact - hate this#He tries really hard to continue to hate this but then he mentions the Mind Flayer#and Steve is like: Oh yeah. I know that guy. He’s German.#And Eddie doesn’t know what the fuck that means but he’s in love#BTW Jeff folds the quickest. Steve likes westerns and walks with him to his math class so now no one shoves him into lockers#steve harrington#jeff stranger things#gareth stranger things#unnamed freak stranger things#stranger things
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Dumping these doodles bcus Twilight Forest is STILL a GOATED Minecraft mod
#xyla-does-art#xyla-does-fanart#artists on tumblr#digital art#digital illustration#art#fanart#minecraft#minceraft#minecraft fanart#modded minecraft#the twilight forest#twilight forest#the twilight forest mod#these are my takes on the Bosses (+some mobs and QUESTING RAAAAMM!!!!!) from this mod btw...#apparently my goal for these doodles is to achieve a “”“”“”“”perfect“”“”“”“” balance between the blocky style and mine...#which is why they look a little different... especially the snow queen..#but I'm getting ahead of myself.. let's continue with the hashtags and everything...#doodle#doodles#doodledump#art dump#Twilight forest is a very fucking GOATED mod hello :)#SoundCloud#yes.. I AM going to put the same song from a different post sometime ago here... deal with it...
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die with light by your side
#roxane duran saying that has continued to drive me crazy btw#like thats oomf#LITERALLY CAUSE WE'RE MOOTS ON TWT LOL#anyways she deserves so much more but yall already knew that#kaitsart#interview with the vampire#claudia iwtv#interview with the vampire 2022#interview with the vampire fanart#amc interview with the vampire#iwtv#iwtv fanart#iwtv claudia#iwtv s2#iwtv season 2#iwtv spoilers#madeleine iwtv#madeleine#madeleine eparvier#delainey hayles#roxanne duran
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robot that gets confused and worried when you get sick + immediately runs through all the databases they can find about human illnesses (it's a cold. you have a cold)
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Honestly I think the fics where Danny’s a Kryptonian have a lot of potential, so here’s me throwing my hat into the ring
Danny was born a human. He was born to two loving (though slightly neglectful) human parents in the painfully mundane state of Illinois.
Then, he died, but he didn’t do it right. He became a Halfa; too alive to be a ghost, but too dead to be human.
Then, through strange, uncontrollable circumstances, that changed as well.
He had been heavily injured, missing a large percentage of body mass, and was at the cusp of either dying fully or just fading from existence.
(Perhaps it was an ordinary fight. Perhaps it was the GiW, or his parents. Perhaps it was a simple accident. That didn’t matter now.)
He fled, phasing through the ground, trying to bury himself as deep as possible.
(Perhaps he didn’t want to be unmasked in death. Perhaps that was already too late, and he just wanted his body be able to rest in peace.)
Unfortunately for him, he was in Metropolis, and ended up in a secret genetics lab below the earth.
Danny detransformed, completely exhausted, falling onto a table covered in different labeled specimen containers. He closed his eyes, and prepared himself for what would happen next.
And… nothing.
Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes.
Danny sat up, brushing off the foul-smelling liquid from the specimen jars, petri dishes, and assorted vials.
He felt…fine.
No, better than fine. He felt normal. Healthy.
He felt like he wasn’t missing most of his internal organs anymore.
Danny looked down at his stomach, and saw that the wounds that were killing him had completely disappeared.
(The blood blossoms, if there had been any, were still there, but they no longer hurt. At most, they itched a little, or maybe just tickled a bit.)
He wanted to question what in the hell had just happened, but he didn’t want to jinx it. He just quietly changed back to Phantom, going invisible and phasing out of wherever he had found himself in, ignoring the loud alarm system that had begun to blare when he broke the samples on that table.
Life mostly went back to normal after that.
If, like Danny, you ignored all the physical changes in a valiant effort to remain in denial that something was horribly wrong.
His skin was tougher, now; he didn’t get scrapes or cuts, even when he accidentally fumbled a knife while trying to cook. His ghost form was stronger, too; he was barely knocked down by his old rogues anymore.
He could fly, even in his human form. Though, admittedly, the flight was much different. It was like using a muscle he hadn’t known existed beforehand. He didn’t just ignore gravity or wind resistance, though he felt more graceful in the air now than he ever did as Phantom.
There were more powers popping up, lasers and cold breath, x-ray vision and super strength. His lungs and heart were larger, and he could handle temperatures much easier. He didn’t have to transform to handle the pressure and cold of space anymore.
His reaction time had improved, becoming much faster than ever before. His senses were much stronger, and he had even seemed to gain a sense of electric fields, like a shark.
The only thing that separated him from a Kryptonian was that he had developed electrokenesis, which he had never seen any of them use on TV.
So, surely, he was fine.
Everything was normal, he hadn’t been transformed by alien DNA in a sketchy lab, he had just had a really weird and specific metagene activation.
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Clark Kent, Kal-El, was panicking.
It had been around a month and a half since a particularly brutal fight between Intergang and an unknown assailant, and it seemed that Intergang was determined to draw out whoever had scorned them.
Their method of doing this, of course, was trying to level the city.
He and Jon were doing their best to stop them, but with both Kon and Zor-El away on their own business, it was difficult.
And by difficult, he meant almost impossible.
Slowly but surely he was driving them back, but not without massive amounts of damage to the city, especially with only Jon on dedicated rescuing duty.
He was distracted, trying to draw a group away from a heavily occupied building, when a projectile hit him in the back of the head.
The world spun for a moment, and then it went black.
(It was, probably, then, some sort of Kryptonite-metal alloy. Intergang at its finest.)
He woke slowly, forcing his eyes open. He felt like he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.
Clark jolted up, preparing for the worst.
To his shock, though, the city hadn’t been reduced to rubble while he was out.
Jon seemed to still be working on evacuation, either unaware that he had went down or forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.
Then, a lightning-quick figure flew into view, and Clark’s mind went blank.
He thought, for a moment, that Kara was back. But, no, that wasn’t right, she was supposed to be off-planet for another week or so.
Besides, this new figure didn’t move like her. They were lankier and more slender, and they flew quicker than any member of his family.
Their powerset was different, too; they focused mainly on using blasts of ice and electricity to drive enemies back, only occasionally using their strength or lasers—ones which came from their hands instead of their eyes.
He had woken up at the tail end of the fight, it seemed. The remaining Intergang members were fleeing from the mysterious metahuman.
They stayed in the sky, motionless, watching them leave.
As if they could sense him staring, they turned.
They were small, still clearly young. Probably around Kon’s age, or maybe even younger.
Instead of the colorful clothing he had inherited from his family, the stranger wore black and white clothes which looked similar to a hazmat suit, their face covered by some sort of gas mask.
Interestingly enough, instead of the S-shape crest that he was so used to seeing, the stranger wore the letter D on his chest.
Kal’s heart sped up.
From up in the sky, he heard the stranger’s heart, on the left instead of the right, speed up in return.
But before he could say a word to them, they sped off, disappearing into the deep blue sky.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dcxdp fic#dcxdp fanfic#dcxdp prompt#dcxdp crossover#clark: NEW SON??#danny: fuckfuckfuck#bruce (sensing an adoption all the way from gotham): something just happened#btw this is a prompt and I would love continuations#however if you respond with bad dad clark content I do reserve the right to send the hounds to tear you to pieces
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get these boys summer uniforms and cold beverages Stat
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#itadori yuuji#fushiguro megumi#itafushi#megumi#yuuji#fanart#jjk fanart#missed opportunity keeping them in the same uniforms year round :// we could have had suns out guns out yuuji smh#also i am continually perplexed by yuuji's uniform in particular#is he wearing a hoodie underneath ??? is the red Attached to the rest of it????#like. during sukuna's shibuya rampage when it shows the back ripped (vibes btw)#there is No trace of red tht would indicate there being another layer#so i am ??????#i actually dont know if Any of them wear their own shirts under their uniforms. sometimes it looks like megumi is ???#other times ???????#pls i need answers this dilemma takes up so much mental real estate#whatever . /I/ want them to have another layer. fr ~flavour~#anyway . summer my beloathed <3 my enemy <333#at least i can draw itfs cooling off to cope#i do NOt want hot weather . neither does megumi. look at him hes dying
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another one of the pieces that i included in my uni portfolio :D i took random photos from my phone & tried to re-imagine them
(made in photoshop; created in january)
#portfolio 2023#comic#digital art#illustration#uni portfolio#forgot to continue this series after the comic blew up LOL#i haven't got anything new to post btw. i've been finishing my commissions in my free time#and i get sooo much homework it's insane. i also started working on my semester finals which is lowkey killing me
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dick took the news that a strange thirteen year old broke into his apartment while he was away at the circus pretty well, I gotta say
#this is not how the interaction played out in the issue btw lol I'm just having a bit of fun#tim drake#dick grayson#batfam#dc#the new titans issue 65#inspi art#I remember being baffled when i read ALPOD and tim broke into dick’s apartment like it was nothing to find out where he’d gone#like where did he learn that? reddit?#I chalked it up to comicbook goofiness and wolfman stretching suspension of disbelief a little to keep the plot moving#which is why it surprised me when they acknowledged it again#and by doing so cemented tim knowing how to pick locks and being used to breaking into apartments as a canon fact(TM)#and so hence forth he would continued to be a little contradictory weirdo who’s both normal and incredibly not normal at the same time
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[uagh, my head]
[...]
[my...head?]
[....mine...my....I...me]
[...]
[Your head hurts, it's pounding. You very slightly open your eyes and]
[oh]
[there's blood.]
[you're lying in a pool of blood. Some of it is on your head...drip drip dripping down your face.]
[some of it isn't yours]
[you're just barely able to lift yourself off the ground. It smells terrible. Like an awful concoction of flesh and sanitary alcohol. The ground...it's colder than before. This is not the same floor as the one you fell on.]
[you...recognize this place. It's in worse condition but...yes...yes you remember]
[I... remember]
[that girl. In the back. This is where you found her before-]
[oh god. The blood and her memory. You hated the implications.]
[that corner, where she sat. She seemed so lonely...The thought of her tired eyes and small composure...]
[...that corner, a machine. It's blade doused in blood. It hasn't been cleaned]
[....a meat grinder?]
[your eyes widened at the thought. You quickly covered your mouth and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the disgusting thought...]
[..Finally, you arise. Your legs are shaky, your head and hair damp with blood and cold sweat. What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here..?]
[you recollect what happened....Did she hit you over the head, or did you pass out? Perhaps, your head hit the floor too hard. Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. Now, your priority was to get ou-]
You're awake.
[..the pharmacist. She looked so oddly bleak. So...empty]
Took you long enough..he..haha...
[ah, that smile. But it just wasn't the same. Her eyes were narrowed, her arms in her coat pocket. She continued to chuckle]
Haha...heha....you really...really couldn't let this go, huh?
"..."
"..What did you to her."
hmph...I thought I told you before. She's dead...you know, I hate repeating myself. It's so fucking annoying. I fucking hate it.
Yeah, sure, I've kinda enjoyed all this. But do you know how much of an annoying little brat you are..? For fucks sake, and to think...I wanted to help you.
"H-help..?"
"are you being serious right now?! Help?! Since when has what you're doing been help!?"
...hm. I don't think I want to answer that.
[She moved off the wall, and starting to circle around you. You felt trapped]
"No-No that's not how it works. You've ruined my li-"
What life?
[She turned her head to you, inching closer]
What sort of life have you lived? What life are you remembering, hm? You don't have a life, not anymore. You're life isn't yours. Both of us. We do not live, we don't have lives.
mm...haha...
[She turned to the machine, putting her finger inside and swiping the blood off of the blades. She put her thumb in her mouth, wiping her mouth]
This life, wasn't alive either.
[You felt physically sick. You were fighting the urge to throw up, right there and then. You're fists clenched]
[You had so many questions....]
[Your eyes drifted towards the machine, a shiver down your spine following along. You swiftly looked behind you towards the corner of the room, thinking of that girl]
#tw blood#tw derealization(?)#tw death#tw mentions of blood#tw descriptions of gore(??)#tw implications of cannibalism#THIS WAS GETTING TOO LONG SO#part 1#pharmacist's notes#unreality#lore#arg#alternate reality game#warning it's gonna get heavier#will continue the tags#it's gonna get a lot worse btw#pjsk
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in the palm of your hands
#yuukoku no moriarty#Sherliam#Yuumori#moriarty the patriot#bbc sherlock#william james moriarty#yukoku no moriarty#Fanart#Digital art#Artists on tumblr#Character art#Illustration#As you can see my brainrot over sherliam continues to be terrible :D#Hair down sherlock is for the history books#Ofc I had to draw him at least once :>#This is based on that one VERY GAY official art of them btw#@silverquill
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new metric for media literacy for film bros is if they understand the barbie movie.
the kens are first presented as accessories to their barbies and it's pointed out loud that they don't even have places to stay in barbieland. one of the barbies straight up asks "wait, where do the kens stay?". they're just arm candy made to look pretty and cool while the barbies run their world.
but that's fucked up!!! the film presents it as fucked up! that's why ken screams "YOU FAILED ME!" and why he is insecure in the first place because he wanted to be respected and seen as a person, not someone who only exists in relation to someone else. should he have done what he did? no!!! that's why it's part of the conflict! the root of both of their breakdowns was in their society in that the barbies are supposed to be perfect and the kens exist in relation to them! it's barbie and ken. he was a footnote. that's why barbie apologizes to him in the end and tells him he can be himself. she doesn't have to exist by some set of rules and neither does he! it's barbie and it's ken! sure, the resolution to the whole barbieland issue wasn't perfect, BUT KEN'S WHOLE ARC IS ABOUT HOW THEIR WORLD FAILED MEN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS MOVIE WAS 'WOMEN GOOD MAN BAD'. WHAT ABOUT THE NUANCE
#barbie#headcanon he got her house by the end btw. it's the mojo dojo casa house but it's also the dreamhouse dhdgdhshsj#look im sick of seeing the takes that are like hurr durr it's just another anti man movie#okay explain why they portrayed ken in a sympathetic light. his actions were fucked up but you could see exactly why he did them.#and in the end he is berated for his wrongs but also told that he doesn't have to continue down that path. did you miss the critique#did the pink blind you so much you couldn't see past it. did you american psycho this shit again dhdgdgdhd#barbie spoilers
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