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found an old ekurei comic rotting in my files, decided to finish it. upon my rewatch of mp100 i kept noticing how many times dimple was referred to as a pet- but he's not ! ! ! he's a friend :)
#not too happy w the writing but whatevs#sorry matsuo likers if hes ooc i used him as plot device#ekurei#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#dimple mp100#comic#op art#ok continuing my thoughts here bc i dont want a whole essay up there#ik reigen calls him a pet as well but its more joking imo and also#this comic is after s3 when they r sort of friends#in my ekurei timeline tho they aint fusing yet. just pals#maybe have fused a few times but nothin srs yet#for those who dont follow me that will not make any sense lol#but even mob calls him a pet sometimes! or dehumanizes him. like. mob. you are the ghost seer. you should know better#now i could be misremembering that but still#everybody treats him like a mosquito or something which is funny but hes a person#he just looks different :(#long post
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HEY I MADE A BAD GUYS MUG THAT DOES NOT GIVE AWAY YOU'RE AN UTMV FAN :D
If you want it, I know have a society6 account :3
https://society6.com/product/dark8445873_mug?sku=s6-27459703p30a27v199
@shinechermont hehe it is the project I was talking about (thanks for the inspiration for what objects to use)
#hehehehehhehe#I spent so long on it#what do you think?#if you have ideas about what I could sell on there tell me!#I think I may try to do designs for socks or something next#it's sooooo fun#no pressure to buy it tho uwu#utmv#bad sanses#I have it in sticker form too#put some old drawings on the shop to test stuff so they aren't much proper things yet#and given my laptop is not working any new stuff will have to wait a bit#if someone buys it I think I'm gonna faint actually#I'm just happy to have finished that#I really hope the print won't destroy the drawing :/
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your half of the ransom
inspired by this post and scar's tweets about secret life :] i speedran this just in time for the first eps of the new season to drop!! as always likes and reblogs and especially comments in the tags are appreciated❤️ enjoy!!
Scar wakes to a field of sunflowers.
The sun itself is a swollen yolk bleeding gold at its edges when he blinks, cascading down from the horizon to melt over the earth with indiscriminate fervor. It dips the petals of each field-flower in honey, honing their silhouettes to supple knife-points— even the soil beneath him, packed firm from countless nights of sleep, has burnished to a fine, patinated bronze. In the amber of its rays stray pebbles transmute to pyrite, the subtle scrabble of roots to filigree, and caught in the open mouth of such gaudy resplendence, Scar digs an elbow into the dirt and hauls himself, reluctant, back to his own unsteady feet.
Even at full height the sunflowers still tower, blocking all signs of hearth and home. But the sun (popped, bleeding, all gored-out gold in the upturned belly of the sky) remains his guide— Scar picks his legs up in a faltering stumble to follow it before catching rough fingers against the stalk of a nearby sunflower. He flinches; this early, it's too easy to perceive each stalk as part of a swarm, a yellowed panoptic presence bearing down on the world-weary muscles of his shoulders.
Their seeds will need harvesting soon. Scar hums, a match-strike against unyielding silence, and casts his gaze back to the sun above to orient himself in the direction of his base.
Until they're ready, he has nowhere else to be.
Trader Scar's is too-empty for so comely a morning, a hollowed-out shell long rebuilt and bristling with more wares than he has those to sell them to. But it's a familiar charade— Scar slips into the back with a single sunflower clenched tight in his palm, bruising the petals and scratching against the insides of his fingers. He changes in rapid, efficient motions; last night's poncho is discarded over a nearby chest in exchange for a brighter one, yellow wool lovingly dyed; his hair is released from its tie, combed through, then braided again; the soft leather shoes he'd worn underneath the stars are left to clump by the doorway in favour of far-keener diamond. Worn in but undamaged, the crystal chimes without dents or scratches— there's nothing left to fight here, anymore.
When Scar steps back out to the front, a ghost is waiting patiently for him at the counter.
Or— the ghost of a ghost, if he's being generous. The outline of a shadow, the flicker of a distant mirage. "Oh," Scar says, and the word scrapes like rust from the well of his throat. He'd recognize those wings anywhere. "Well, hello there, Grian."
Grian's filmy outline says nothing. They never do, when the shades appear for a rare visit. The barrier between living and dead remains a clear divide, a gorge through which Scar cannot pass— all that's left between them now are the soft, faded echoes of what was, and what it could have been.
Still, in the year he's spent here, that's never deterred him from a potential sale. Scar props a hip up against the counter, eyeing the flickering shadow and mustering up his best imitation of an enthusiastic smile. "So what brings you out here to my neck of the woods? Looking for something to buy? Some fine goods to trade, perhaps? Man, I don't think I've seen you around in a dog's age. How about some catching up?"
The back of his neck prickles, electric; Grian's shade is a stygian blot in his vision, a fuzz of static that extends its presence from floor to ceiling. His ghost keeps his silence.
Scar tugs his smile wider, flashing two rows of bright, gleaming teeth in Grian's direction until the strain threatens to choke him. "No? Not even a little bone for ol' Scar? Well, tell you what, don't you go standing on su— se— oh, ceremony! Come in, come in! You make yourself at home, you know how I just love a visitor— how about I make us a drink to share and you tell me where in the world you've been, mister."
He doesn't bother waiting for a non-existent reply; instead, Scar swoops down to snag his fingers against the cupboard he'd installed within the counter months ago, fumbling with the latch before throwing its doors wide open with a gust of musty air. Inside, an eclectic mix of quite high-quality wares and some of Scar's own humble belongings tangle, speckled with cobwebs and the first faint stirrings of freshly disturbed dust.
Scar purses his lips, eyeing each item in turn. A nautilus shell here, a few scraps of wood there, some glass bottles, the handle of a ladle he'd cracked over six months back.... Squinting, he thrusts his hand deep into the mess, sweeping the items aside and shuffling new ones into view until— there!
Toward the back lies a dented iron kettle, brittle with disuse. Scar snaps forward, straining out his arm until the tips of two fingers meet the edge of its dusty wooden handle. With a grunt, he flicks it closer, wincing at the shrill scrape of iron on wood as it inches toward him.
SCAR.
It is not a voice. No mere voice can resonate a single word like that in his chest, trembling in his bones and drumming out from the chambers of his very heart. Like a ripple on the still surface of a lake, it rattles through him, scattering each thought to the far corners of his mind and stripping him raw, flaying open his ribs to splay beneath the scorching sun. The yelp that bubbles up to his lips flies past them unbidden, rocketing out with such force that he jolts, and rams his skull straight into the overhanging lip of the counter.
White-on-red sparks, a cherry-hot bolt of fire centered on his crown. "OW! Oh, oh my gosh, I-I— Grian?"
None of the shades haunting him and this server have spoken. They've never spoken. They've never— so why now, when he's made his peace with that—
Scar wets his lips, tongue dry as desert bone, and drags the kettle out of the cupboard with one quick yank. Clutching it to his chest, he rises back up on shaky feet, holding it up as if to ward off an incoming attack. Some shield; its hollow interior reverberates with a screech when he raps his knuckles against it. "Now— now hang on, mister, you can't just— you— oh my gosh, I-I think you just made my heart stop there for a second." A bracing breath. Two. "Y-You can't just shock a man in his own home like that! You...."
Scar trails off. The misty impression hovering on the other side of the counter remains impassive, impersonal— this is not the Grian he knows.
The Grian he knew.
Deep within the static writhe of his shade, the after-image burn of greyed-out eyes begin to squirm to the surface. Scar flicks his gaze back to the kettle with instinctive, long-honed deference, staring hard into the distorted lines of his own reflection.
YOU WON. Once again the words rip something vital in him, boil up through his veins to tear themselves, wet and coppery, on the limp meat of his tongue. Scar risks a peek up, lump hanging heavy in his throat; each syllable comes out as a squeak, threatening to crack the smooth silver of his voice.
"I— yep, I sure did! I sure did, and— thank you very much, for noticing! I, uh, I still don't know how I did that, what with— oh, you know how it is, with, with the, uh, the— friends situation, how that all panned out. Y'know, actually, I wonder if that's wh—"
The eyes blink at him, asynchronous and blank. Hollow. In the heartbeat it takes for them to train back on his own, a soul-wrenching wave of gooseflesh ripples up over Scar's arms.
He whirls himself away so fast his vision spins. "So, uh— tea! You like tea, right Grian?" Without ceremony Scar scrambles to the other side of the room, forcing the counter still between them, every nerve in his body winding tighter, tighter, kinetic energy in a bottle. "How about, um, a—" he rifles through a new cabinet, clumsy with frenzy— "oh, shoot, now where did I put that— I've got some, uh, some dandelion root! Hand roasted by yours truly, of course. Not that anyone else could do it now, but— oh, oh, and look at the lavender, now that's just delicious, you've gotta try it, G, I know you'll just absolutely love it."
Silence. Scar's hand pauses, braced tight on the handle of the cabinet.
"Grian," he says, slow, quiet. Lets the words drift up, shining soap bubbles, to pop against the ceiling. "Why— what are you doing here?"
To his credit, Grian is direct. IT'S TIME.
Without permission, Scar's fingers tighten around the handle of the cabinet. "It's— what? Wait, wait—" He blinks. Does not turn around. "Time for what?"
Silence.
Scar licks his lips, worrying at the split still stinging at the right hand corner. "Time for what, Grian?"
The distinct pall of burning ozone scalds through the air. Tentatively, Scar shoots a glance back down into the kettle, peering at the distinct smudge still smearing the wall behind him. No eyes in its reflection; some of the tension riding in his shoulders loosens, slackens his tendons and begins to uncurl his fingers from the cabinet knob.
Without warning, a wash of ice wisps forward to numb the small of his back. COME HOME, Grian says simply. The words echo in the gap beneath his sternum, drag themselves up each vertebrae in his spine, and Scar freezes stiff, solid.
"This is home," Scar says, blank.
NO.
Some hot ember, banked countless months ago, sparks back to life in the pit of his stomach. "It is," he says, more firmly this time. "It's— that's it. You said it yourself: I won. And I did it fair and square, I'll say. I followed every rule, every task to the— to the nth degree, and... and now I, um." He falters. Grits his teeth until the molars ache. "I get to live with it."
But a sudden chill that has nothing to do with the shade behind him abruptly slips beneath his skin. Hesitantly, still clutching the kettle in one hand like a lifeline, Scar says belatedly: "... Right?"
Despite the sun nearing midday, the temperature around him plummets. NOT ANYMORE.
"Oh," Scar says. The metal surface of the kettles creaks as his second hand joins the first, digging nails into rust and grime. "I— again?"
YES.
"... And what if I don't want to do it again."
He does not phrase it as a question. They both know his answer.
Scar sucks in a sharp shock of air anyway, rattling the kettle against his chest and daubing a blotch of dust over the soft wool of his poncho. "Is—" he bites his lip— "will everyone... be there?"
YES.
Ah. Scar's eyes slip shut of their own accord; behind them, dozens of veins brim over, webs of blood welling up and spilling to slake a thirst so abyssal it could drink and drink for years without satiation.
"... Will you be there?"
For one long, nightmare-eternity, Grian does not reply. Then, a knife between his ribs: YES.
With slow, halting steps, Scar turns. "Okay," he breathes, and drags a hand over his eyes to cloak them both in darkness, and sags back until his skull knocks against the cabinet door with a dull, tender thunk. Each exhale emerges as a series of shaky puffs, damming up his lungs and swallowing all the air in his esophagus. Scar shudders, scrapes his bitten-down nails against iron, and breathes with the roiling of his gut. "... Okay."
When he opens his eyes again, Grian's ghost has vanished.
The spot it occupied is still frigid when he waves a trembling hand through it; Scar inhales, exhales, inhales again. Rinse and repeat, the perfect cycle, the mantra against extraneous thought. Then, solemn and deliberate, he holds the kettle out in front of him, trailing one wandering finger over its dents and bruises, tracing the paths between the known and the new.
"Guess I'll see you there," he tells it, and lifts its grubby handle up in absent toast.
High above, the bleeding sun strikes noon at last. Scar does not harvest the sunflowers.
#goodtimeswithscar#grian#scarian#desert duo#trafficshipping#trafficblr#secret life#life series#mcyt#mcyt fic#mcytblr#shouting speaks#I SPENT WAY TOO LONG ON THIS FRANKLY#yay for. yet another speed-ran secret life fic tho??? gtws what cocomelon shit r u DOING 2 me......#my fics#will go up on ao3 later. when im alive again. YEEHAW#EDIT: THIS POSTED FROM DRAFTS OH MYGOOOOODS WELP AT LEAST THIS WILL KEEP ME FROM CONTINUING TO FIDDLE WITH IT. GOOD FUCKKNG NIGHT#txt
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i think the japan update of the f1 silly season post may in fact be the thing that kills me. this is all for you all.
#im quietly loosing my sanity#i think ive been writing this since a very solid 4pm and it is now 9#the race has not happened yet#it is on sunday#today is thursday#the post is already too long#and i accidentally got stuck down a nico rosberg youtube rabbit hole and had to go on lestappen ao3#this is what i get for not writing the whole thing in a mad dash at 2am#not a tag#from saph#f1#im loosing my sanity so much that my brain registered disturbia by rihanna as by brittney spears#tho maybe thats because i got stuck down the nico rosberg rabbit hole#katya said i need to go touch grass and hes probably right
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we slowly coming togetherrrrrrrr 😋 !!!
#my art#ygo#yugioh#yami yugi#atem#this is as far as im getting tonight since im getting a lil bored staring at the same thing for so long but !! v proud of how this looks#so far !!#i drew all the purple shading on the wrong layer but im too lazy to fix it & tbh i like how it looks haha#me who kept saying i wouldnt post more ygo & yet here we are lel#season 0#yugioh season 0#eyes#bright colors#eye strain#im gonna mess with the eyes a lil more tho im not 100% satisfied with em lol#edit added the quick lil color change i did i like it better than the 1st sorry im so indecisive lmfao !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Butcher
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#artists on tumblr#my art#butcher au#so remember when i said im making an entire au#here's a concept#didnt draw uraume tho lol#kenjaku is in this au too but idk what's their role yet#anyway nice to not draw something that takes 20+ hrs long for a change
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Fishnet Friday! (from the drafts!)
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
#It is only just 7am. Too early for fishnets yet. I am going to the pub this evening so I shall wear fishnets then.#You can expect pics from that! It's gonna be sabine's first pub trip so we won't be out long and I'll have plenty of time for pics after ✨#This was such a look tho. I can't wait to try another look with this set#satans knitwear#alt pinup#pinup girl#Fishnet Friday#Fishnet tights#cheeky#pretty lingerie#Gloves#My gif to you#Any tips or treats would be massively appreciated right now 💕#I'm going to the pub with my parents so they will want to buy the rounds but I would very much like to be able to contribute 😅🍻
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captain bazz's adventures in demoralizing the youth
featuring teen sidon being just too impressed by his first fancy drink
#zora#sidon#bazz#botw#totk#im on a teen sidon roll#i have so many sketches of him with his headtail too long and teeth too big for him face#but then the only drawing i finish is the one featuring my favourite old fish man#tho tbf here he's not even that old yet and perhaps not even a captain#i need to find the zora after calamity timeline i had sketched somewhere and get my bazz lore in order
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ok among my favorite parts of qsmp is the fact that charlie slimecicle can only hold the act of being mad at mariana when mariana isn't in the room. like he successfully rp'd being mad at his deadbeat puta esposa for months while mariana wasn't logging on, like he complained about mariana at the wedding, during the election, in subsequent appearances, and then he's messaging mariana in the chat during purgatory and he's still holding it
and then they're both at spawn like as close to face to face as they get. and bro CANNOT hold the act it drops so fast lmfao he was like "yea cellbit i'm gonna kill mariana" and instead they have a genuinely heartfelt conversation and then rp sexo in the fountain
and i know i'm brainrotting purgatory rn but i'm actually thinking about this bc i saw a clip of mariana and slime talking during the awards show and literally. slime's face goes from 😡🤬 MARIANA'S HERE, SAY SOMETHING PUTA ESPOSA to 😄😁 the second mariana shows up on the screen
like he's still pretending to be mad but dude is grinning like absolute crazy and i love that
#qsmp#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp mariana#shut up vic#block game brainrot#their dynamic is among the best things to have come out of this#and genuinely it was the thing that got me into qsmp in the first place#((even tho i only dove in for real after flippa was gone LMFAO))#also shoutout to cellbit losing his shit when slime says me-WH*RE?#oh and for absolute clarity that ain't my tiktok lmao#probably obvious but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's 3:30 am i like to be Certain#i missed this live because LITERALLY I WAS WALKING IN THE DOOR FROM A SHOPPING TRIP EXACTLY AS IT HAPPENED#i am being so serious like i looked over my sibling's shoulder like 'so how are awards?' and there's FUCKING MARIANA#AND THE FUNNIEST PART IS THIS HAPPENED DURING THEIR PURGATORY INTERACTION TOO#I WALKED IN FROM BEING OUT RIGHT AS FUCKING SLIME AND MARIANA WERE GOING TO SPAWN TO MEET#SO I CAUGHT PART OF IT BUT NOT ALL OF IT#basically what i'm taking from this is i need to go out more often bc they have a tendency to exist together when i touch grass for reasons#that are not 'going to my job'#long tags#i'm not at the mariana convo in my rewatch yet so i may or may not have more to say when i hit that#but yea was thinking about it#this is the qsmp at its finest >:D its most base form#sillies being sillies together who might never have met otherwise >:D
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I don't think anyone has talked about post epilogue, when Rody someday comes to visit Izuku in Japan!
And what about Bakugou and Todoroki tagging along since they were all together in Otheon.
And Bakugou just CONSTANTLY struggling with his feelings coming from watching Rody and Izuku being besties and even looking like they are just a shade away from being a couple.
Pino hasn't made a single peep OTHER than affection for Izuku, and Bakugou knows what that means.
So Katsuki, who is obviously deep in his feelings for izuku, who is funding and orchestrating the secret support suit for Izuku, is just PINING for Izuku and "the rest of their lives", is just walking around Japan with Izuku, Rody and Rodys two little siblings, just SICK with his own frustration, jealously and anxiety.
But also he's desperately keeping himself in check because he has no right to ruin anything for Izuku. He wants Izuku to be happy. Right now, Izuku is so so happy to be with Rody.
But Rody is also extremely happy to be with Izuku...
Katsuki trying so hard not to hate Rody for it.
Katsuki trying so hard to not be mad that it's not HIM and Izuku out on a date, or a patrol, or even just a walk to the store, instead of Izuku guiding Rody around points of interest as a guest.
Katsuki is even getting to the horrible point in his life where he sees Izuku interacting with the young siblings(and he's always amazing with kids) and imagines them instead as little freckled kids with mops of blonde and green.
To further the illusion, as he stares with icy crimson eyes, he visualizes Rody standing there with a hand on Izukus shoulder instead to be himself, Katsuki "DynaMight" Bakugou, standing proud and beaming over their tiny family.
The thought makes him feel fluttery inside but at the same time, so lonely.
He sneered over how much he craved that domesticity.
Katsuki GROWLING like a territorial cat if Rody takes Izuku by the hand to go look at something new.
Katsuki almost losing it and maybe even having to walk away from the others if Rody starts floating the idea of Izuku visiting or even leaving Japan for Otheon. Telling him there's always room for him in their place(by now he has gotten a better apartment) and the kids screaming YES DEKU COME STAY WITH US!
Katsuki having to collect himself as he can't help but overhear Izuku kindly saying it would be nice to visit someday(but he doesn't hear Izuku go on to say that he would overall prefer to stay in Japan bc it's home and his mom/kacchan is here and his studies, plus a job is already lined up for him at UA....)
Then Todoroki sensing all of this simmering emotion in Katsuki of course and assuring Katsuki with his presence. He let's Katsuki rib him if it makes him feel better(it doesn't)
But Todoroki would also eventually assure Katsuki that "You're underestimating how much Midoriya cares for you. Just because he hasn't said it....we all know he's just not very forward about his true feelings."
Katsuki hopes that's true but just kind of grunts in response.
"You know...you could always ask him out yourself" Todoroki tells him in the flattest tone possible, and Katsuki sputters and turns beet red
#hes working up to that he swears#he doesnt think he deserves Izuku yet which is so sad#😭#rodydeku#bakudeku#bakugou katsuki#todoroki and bakugou are the third and fourth wheel#just like the movie lmao#izuku having auch a good timw with all of his friends#but two of his friends are madly in love with him and one of them is pining SO AGGRESSIVELY#katsuki bakugou down bad#bnha spoilers#post epilogue bkdk#i imagine this as not too long after UA maybe?? maybe college years?#katsuki being like if you wanna leave you can leave#but izuku like ??? i dont wanna leave tho??#todoroki like would you two just confess already i am tired#poor rody probably knows tho
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[zombie au] yeagh
#qkdraws#id in alt#zombie au#blood#mob psycho 100#mob psycho#mp100#shigeo kageyama#mp100 mob#mp100 shigeo#ur girlie is yearning for the ability to draw sonic characters so while she wallows in her miseries abt That look at this art dump <3#mobbu ur everything to me#im not totally satisfied w the way i draw him yet tbh. there's smth abt it that's weird#but this is fine enough. i like this one#MOBBU .like if u agree reblog if u agree buy me some fucking cheesecake if u agree#god i want cheesecake . im Cheesecakeless over here#somebody be as ill abt this au as i am .slams my desk somebody cry w me#edit i am very sorry the id doesn't fully show up on tumblr desktop. it's just slightly too long to properly stay open when u scroll#mobile is fine tho i think#art dump ids r harder to keep succinct im sorry if mine r too long. doin my best VGYIEAYIGV
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FINALLY!! At long last, I've gotten my hands on a Pumpkin Kitty, after a whole year of wanting and waiting.
Her name is Latte! (Short for Miss Pumpkin Spice Latte) You can also call her Miss Spice!
#I spent 10 minutes picking her out omfg#not even exaggerating. I was deciding between this one and one of the last 3 unstuffed PKs#altogether there was only 5 of them left in the store including the 2 stuffed displays#the other one I was looking at had a nearly perfect pumpkin eye patch but less pumpkins overall#and their face wasn't as nice plus the ears were a bit wonky for my taste.#tho it was really hard to tell which would be better while they were unstuffed and flat#in the end I chose Latte because right away she looked to have a sweet face. her ears were nice and she had better patch placement#including a couple full patches on her tail#tbh if I'd had the money I might have bought both because the decision was hard#the bear builder actually asked if I was alright while I concentrated on studying each of those damn cats#I apologized and explained wtf was up with me. she was very understanding#I've always had this quirk where sometimes it'll take forever for me to pick between plushies I really want#especially if they're both the same exact plush. because then I gitta focus harder on finding out which has the better personality#you get what I mean?#anyways this has been a thing for me even as a real little kid#I remember spending and hour-hour and a half almost every time when my dad took me to choose my monthly webkinz#“my monthly webkinz” god that makes me sound so privileged. it was the nicest/best thing my dad could afford to get me because we were poor#he wanted to spoil me as all good fathers do but that was the most he could afford and I was always so grateful and still am! but I digress#anyways I took way too long to pick which kitty would become my Latte#but I'm glad I had the opportunity to choose yet alone to actually see pumpkin kitty irl available for purchase#what do you guys think of her?#stuffed animals#plushies#plushblr#build a bear#BAB#pumpkin kitty
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Since atla is again having an extra surge of popularity, I'm shooting my shot:
[ID: (Rest of image description in alt). At the bottom of the image sits the text: "Zuko: Okay. Well, I can't remember how it starts, but the punchline is "leaf me alone, I'm bushed."" ID end].
Did we ever find out what the setup for this joke was? I feel kinda haunted by it. If not- anyone wanna make their best or worst guesses?
edit: I now know what "I'm bushed" mean, but go ahead anyway 👍
haunted thoughts in tags ↓
#atla#the way I was early out for this next surge in popularity 🤗 I was in a different phase by 2020#it's not like it haunts me day and night but it does bother me thinking back on it. please tell me I'm not the only one 🧍♂️#I'll have to reblog the 'closure is a myth' post jk#what kind... of joke is it? leaf pun on leave i get. I'm bushed however I dont get. it implies the punchline sayer is a bush at least I#think. but what prompts the 'i am bushed' I dont get. is it not contextual? is it a phrase ive not connected like 'leaf me alone'?#is there anotger layer between leaf and bush? again what kind of joke (social:joke purpose. what is funny? only pun?) + (in-joke set up)?#is it about the kind of bush it is? is it between two plants? the plant & someone picking on the plant like a teamaker collecting?#is it about a plant that has grown into bush and thus (somethingsomething)?? is it not a plant at all? other elements? iroh *what*.#if the creators actually had a setup in mind- I fear it will be lame. but yet I am haunted#it must have cracked someone up for him to try relay it. (set in term of endearment here) 🧍♂️👈 *poking him*#either way. me 🤝 zuko @ being bad at remembering & relaying jokes 😁👍#at least in that instance anyway#I mainly stick to irony & sarcasm. running along with an mistaken assumption or replying w something silly & blowing it out of proportions.#puns if I'm lucky. ect. fun when I can reference it later tho I try not to overdo it. not like I'll likely remember it for too long anyway#now to lay in wajt see if anything happens....#avatar the last airbender#zuko#atla zuko#a:tla#my rambles#its lie and not lay is it not.....
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Moon in his blanket pile/cocoon wouldn’t leave my head, sooooo I gave drawing it a go. :3
Doll!Moon is from As long as we are loved by @shirajellyfish ! :]
#my art#fnaf#fnaf dca#fnaf moon#moondrop#fnaf doll au#i love him too much#(that’s a lie he always deserves more love)#(oh whoops look at me posting at 3 am again… hahaha oopsies)#oh and if ya haven’t read as long as we are loved yet#1000% recommend it#very very good#and shira is very very cool!#do eeeeet (no actual pressure tho of course <3)#((also if my shading looks funky… yeah i haven’t shaded in a while#kinda went off of vibes tbh#still proud of this tho! :3))
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ok ok i have another way to word my thots about the movies thus far:
i think Art is pretty iconic design wise. Im not against gory slashers I think we should have more of those and I like that a series so "shocking" is doing so well...its more like.
The franchise establishes pretty immediately that it's not Serious...as mentioned the first movie has a naked woman sawed in half from crotch down so idk how you'd even make it to the 3rd one without knowing How It Is. But with how the first one barely has any plot, and the second one has A Bit More but drags on and on...its like... SO FAR (because I haven't seen the 3rd one) these movies aren't Fun to watch ykwim.
I know Saw isn't a good comparison bc its a different genre within horror but the franchise really is like a telenovela... its so stupid (good) and it has lots to complain about and pick at in the FUN way, like poking fun at peepaw and his warehouses and home depot purchases, going "are you kidding me thats so dumb" at that scene where hoffman manages to be snuck into the station in a body bag to start killing people. Varuous moments of stupid ass dialogue writing. Im not saying it cant be boring or unliked but i think it has a good balance of everything (eyerolling moments, plot, "lighthearted" and humorous moments, intentional or not) even if its not a masterpiece in the writing department.
And that's just within the series, I usually avoid bringing up fandom bc that's obviously a different beast I rarely even touch but its more about how its fandom actually has that foundation to go off of. Like you know enough about peepaw's backstory and such to springboard off of, regardless of it being good or not
Here it's like man there's a hot cool clown, lots of gore, really corny and cornily acted out writing, and its not even FUN? 😭 2 movies (again I haven't made it to the 3rd) and I wouldn't watch them again, not because of the gore but because despite not being serious, reinforced by that very drawn out over the top kill in the second one, it's not even fun... you cant even attach to the silly dialogue because the whole rest of the movie is a drag. Does this make sense? It's like. Everything combined to make it Not Fun. Whereas at least with Saw you can start joking about how someone just wasn't trying hard enough to win peepaw's foundationally silly ass "you tried to kill yourself now you're in the try not to kill yourself" trap.
It's at odds with itself. I've seen like one Halloween movie and can barely even remember it but I know all the jokes about outrunning Michael Myers (and that cat and mouse is also Fun)...theres also like 50 of those movies I KNOW theyre probably also fun to watch and complain about the absurdity... I think the issue here might also be the straightforwardness and point A point B of it all. There's not really much anyone can do against Art, which is fine, some saw traps are literally unwinnable after all. But Terrifier doesn't even give you the chance to, like, boast about how you definitely could have survived the Silence Circle trap because you're not an idiot... it's just not Fun. To me.
I think Art himself is fun and the corny dialogue are fun. I'll even go ahead and say the gore is fun because again like come on the clown literally rips a guys cock off its Absurd... but they seem to be trapped in movie(s) that so far aren't fun
#long post#talkys#i think this is a better way of wording it bc with my previous arguments i feel trying to go against certain allegations just reinforces em#like i could talk all day about how im not here to add to the moral panic about the gore in these movies yet someone will always think that#actually the case because of how i talked about it#so lets NOT talk about the gore this time#because genuinely and truly that was not my issue with it and its not the movies' issue either#like do u understandddd the clown is genuinely so hot i WANT TO LIKE THE FILMS SO BAD#but theyre not fun i would not rewatch them thus far even tho they do have the good little moments#i like the 😯😁 part in the second movie when art is ''buying'' the horn it made me laugh#i liked the clown cafe song + sequence etc#i think about rewatching em and my though isnt ''omg no the gore was too much :('' its jesus that went on for FOREVER#the movie has relief to give you in the form of its main horror entity and it DOESNT GIVE IT TO YOU
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Heyy.. (with the intent of convincing you to listen to my favourite podcasts)
#please please please#i’ll love you forever#my person recs:#as for the longer ones:#the magnus archives#horror podcast#rusty quill gaming#ttrpg podcast#and by extension#the magnus protocol#tho that’s not too long (yet)#and other recs (shorter):#dungeons and daddies#dnd podcast#stella firma#improv podcast#podcast recommendations
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