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having a real "what's whizzer doing here" moment
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Julian Bashir walks a very fine, maddening line between “self-loathing imposter syndrome who knows almost everyone who speaks to him for more than a minute finds him insufferable” and “incredibly self assured and annoyingly arrogant to the point of a minor god complex”.
He knows he’s attractive, he thinks he’s charming as all hell, he knows he’s the smartest person in the room (while also being acutely aware he’s going to put his foot in his mouth any second now), and he just swings wildly between “I don’t deserve anything I have, none of this is mine, my life is not my own, I am a monster” and “HELL YEAH LOOK HOW COOL AND SMART I AM GUYS ARE YOU LOOKING ARE YOU LOOKING”.
And then there’s episodes that reveal that underneath that annoying arrogance, at the very core of who he is, he really, really just wants to help people, and if he fucks that up he WILL take it personally and hold himself responsible even if there’s no way he could have known and like. Can you imagine what his first patient death was like for him. Can you imagine what a fucking nightmare his brain must be 24/7.
He is somehow as inherently self assured as he is in need of constant validation for his ego because you can SEE him break a little when that ego fails him, even a little, and it’s just.
He’s very fun to write. I hate him. (I love him so much, but oh my god.)
#stella talks#star trek#star trek ds9#julian Bashir#.he knows how attractive he is. literally cannot conceive that Jadzia might NOT want to fuck him.#.he knows how smart he is and is an absolute idiot about it.#.and like it’s so hard to work out is he super self assured because he knows he’s engineered and even though he hates it he still KNOWS.#.like he KNOWS he is objectively going to be smarter and more athletic and etc bc he was MADE to be that way.#.which then plays into how he has that fun dichotomy of self loathing tied up in his arrogance.#.manages to see himself as both gods gift to the world and a pathetic monster at the same time.#.anyway this is why in my fic I am giving him the fun combination of sex repulsed and hypersexual due to trauma.#.because Bashir is a man of completely polar opposites conflicting personality traits and I want to be faithful.#trek meta
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Puppeteered by somebody else
Lowkey maybe totally inspired by this masterpiece by the amazing @joycew-art
#is he dead ? Is he alive ? A secret third thing ? In any case he’s a pathetic puppet and I’m obsessed with him#anyway exam season is finally over and I am back with my bullshit 🧍♀️#and yeah I saw this fanart of Evil Rick attached like puppet and this image was engraved in my brain so I had to draw this#rick and morty fanart#evil rick#rick sanchez#rick and morty#bruh I spent so much time on the coloring it’s not even funny#I feel like I made 300 different versions with different backgrounds and color palettes#(I did the sketches before the background that’s why I -deadass- had to put a weird glassy floor in the 3rd pic so it wouldn’t look weird)#also that’s why the shadows don’t make sense and are mostly vibes#i like to yap
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please do yourself a favor and listen to david tennant malvolio reading the fake love letter to him (act 2 scene 5 of twelfth night). im going to actually start sobbing. oh my GOD
#twelfth night#shakespeare#malvolio#david tennant#my edits#ws#DYING AND SCREAMING. SHAKING AND SOBBING#HOW DOES HE MANAGE TO BALANCE HOW FUCKING FUNNY THIS SCENE IS BUT ALSO PLAY IT IN SUCH A WAY#WHERE MY HEART BREAKS SO BADLY FOR HIM AND I AM ALSO SUFFERING THE WORST SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT OF MY LIFE#DAVID TENNANT MALVOLIO MY WET BEAST OF ALL TIME MYYYYYYYY PATHETIC LOSER EVERRRRRRRRRRR#I CANT TAKE THE HANDS OFF MY FACE I AM SO EMBARRASSED I FEEL SO FUCKING BAD FOR HIM PLEASE SOMEONE HELP THIS POOR MAN#THE WAY HE TRIPS AND FALLS OVER THE BOXTREE AT THE START AND ITS SOMEHOW DOWNHILL FROM THERE#th production of twelfth night i just watched (mark rylance's version) has malvolio played in such a way#where he's sort of like this doddering old fool that gets easily duped by the prank#here it's like. david really plays into how malvolio thinks he's ALL that he thinks he's soooooo so smart#and that's why he's even falling for it at all#and like this def has more basis in the text cuz maria is like Oh this loser thinks so highly of himself and thinks everyone likes him#this is going to be how my plan works#which is so so mean btw i think this woman has something wrong with her too
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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k
ARLECCHINO
Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.
She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.
They weren't making it easy, however.
Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.
Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.
Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.
All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.
"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."
Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.
Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.
NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.
Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.
He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.
Now a masquerade.
He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.
So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.
Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.
No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.
Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?
He dares not ponder.
Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.
"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.
"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..
He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.
He had waited too long.
No longer.
FURINA
Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.
But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..
They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.
Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.
They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.
But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.
Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.
She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.
Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.
But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.
"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.
Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.
Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.
She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.
"But if you want to make it up to me.."
#genshin impact#genshin impact yandere#genshin yandere#neuvillette x reader#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#arlecchino x reader#yandere arlecchino#yandere arlecchino x reader#furina x reader#yandere furina#yandere furina x reader#fic tag#pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic#aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage#esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy#not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing#furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley#vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down#its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf#no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet#anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you#and make you owe her#two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye#also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay
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Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye
#the hell am I so anxious about? maybe it’s just overstimulation stuff#hoping it’ll die down because I can’t keep enjoying myself when I’m like this#seriously is starting to mess with my flight responses over the tiniest things#like yea obviously I needed to stay logged out of Tumblr so I would focus more on schoolwork#but uhhhh gonna be transparent and say a huge part of it is the jolts of anxiety :(#like even the thought of logging back here has caused me to feel like sweating#my brain kept saying ‘no I don’t want to I can’t do that’ even when I felt bad for missing out on others posts#like I want to be here so I can support my mutuals dammit!!!#I’m a mess. I’m such a broken mess oh great lovely spectacular#maybe the culminating stress of final exam deadlines is worsening stuff as well#I can’t tell you why I’m like this I just am 🙃#anyways thinking I’ll start adapting to the distance. Sorry but being a shut-in is more appealing right now#I just need time to be with myself and not be so invested in the lives of others#anyways what’s something mildly positive I can wrap this up with so I don’t seem pathetic….#ah yes the final Puzzle sketch here was drawn today before a class period#one of my fellow classmates noticed and audibly asked me ‘is that Mr. Puzzles?’#IT TOOK EVERTHING IN MY WILLPOWER TO NOT LET OUT A GIDDY SHRIEK#Felt like my eyes bulged and I jolted in enthusiasm jskjsksp spontaneous happiness?? actally experiencing the feeling of fitting in??#anyways I responded with a very normal ‘WAIT YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM???’ while trying to suppress grinning or going ‘teehee’#anyways now it’s my personal mission to keep initiating conversations with her because AUUUUUGH SHE KNOWS WHO HE IS I’M LOSING IT#proceeded to talk about Murder Drones & TADC like holy SHIT I didn’t think I would ever find animation peeps in my psychology class auuu 😭💜#it’s a MIRACLE man this may be a sign that college won’t be isolating anymore yaaaaayyy#PUZZLE IS SINGLE HANDILY HELPING ME TALK TO PEOPLE BOTH ONLINE AND IRL THIS IS WILD#all hail the best comfort character seriously holy shit—like imagine she never noticed me drawing Puzzles!! I’D STILL BE LONELY AS HELL#okay sorry I’ll stop typing like a teenager and go back to pretending to be well-versed in speech & conducting myself ‘normally’ :3#doodles#sketches#hplonesome art#not tagging with Puzzles because hahaaaaa don’t look at me
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on one hand, i can make olivine the biggest juiciest bottom where eiden has to top him with climbing gear attached
on the other hand, i could make olivine the equally powerful priestly short king who only reaches eiden's bellybutton but can twirl that boy around his finger like a weighty necklace
#i am ignoring the canon height chart that says eiden and oli are the same height#i never imagine oli as that height 😂#either he's close to garu's height and twice as thick#or he's TOWERING over eiden but still wants to get topped into oblivion by that lil twink#there's a drastic discrepancy between how i draw him and how i imagine him#the canon-adherer in me is fighting back and i'm struggling every day#why would you make them the same height ! ! when you can.... PLAY GAMES LIKE A GOD#STRETCH THEM UP AND DOWN AND ALL AROUND LIKE A WET PIZZA DOUGH#i am torn between several variations of body types for him...#does he have stupid superhero cliche body with booba and no leg? like dante lololol#is he soft and fat and stronkkgk????#is he just as thick in his thighs as his boobs? i hope so.#ARE HIS BICEPS BIGGER THAN HIS CALVES?#OR THE REVERSE?#IS HE PROPORTIONALLY BALANCED IN ALL LIMBS LIKE SOME PERFECT LITTLE FREAK?#will i ever find the way to draw oli that makes me happiest? we continue the journey#for example i love making yaku the most pathetic limp noodle#but oli....oli has multiple critics in my brain weighing in.... debating at all times#WHAT DO I WANNA MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE *Shakes his in-game portrait* WHO ARE YOU OLI#nu carnival olivine
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"why did Orpheus turn to check if Eurydice is there if he can just return to Hadestown if Hades really did lie about letting her go" that's the thing. he can't. the only reason he can enter Hadestown without taking Hades' deal/dying is because the lalalas open the way for him. Eurydice only gave him a chance after he showed her the power of the lalalas. and in Doubt Comes In, his lalalas no longer work - twice he tries to call on them, and twice he fails. he has lost the ability to wield their magic because he stopped believing their power can change the world. if he leaves Hadestown and Eurydice isn't behind him, she will well and truly be gone forever. of course he turns around. of course he can't take those final few steps out of the Underworld without making sure the lalalas worked.
#hadestown liveblog#listening to doubt comes in west end bootleg on repeat and going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#very much in the same vein as ''why should orpheus trust hades''. it's not about him trusting HADES it's about him believing in his mission#and holding true to his beliefs. THOSE are the things he betrayed. he was supposed to believe hades would fall under his influence.#and hades DID!! but orpheus no longer believed he could hold power over a king.#he was no longer the boy who noticed hades looking at eurydice and placed himself between them as if he could protect her.#WHICH IS WHY I AM ANNOYED THAT THEY TURNED IT INTO A JOKE. LIKE. BRO. it is supposed to be IMPRESSIVE. you're supposed to be like#''oh damn orpheus you're so brave???'' but no broadway turned it into a haha ''look at this pathetic kid defying hades'' moment#ANYWAY. ORPHEUS I LOVE YOU.
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hello nevermore my old friend…
I’m here to haunt the fandom again…
and write some fics of fluff and sadness…
I acc don’t know the song I just remember it from the trolls movie, ANYWYAS, So. Apparently there was a secret Santa and I missed it, SO I learned to keep a better eye on the going on of the fandom!! and also, I’m here to humbly offer my WIP, where I make Montresor, ultimate bad person, suffer and pine like a pathetic loser. bc karma
the working title is acc ‘outrunning karma’ (Alec Benjamin anyone????) and here is what I present:
After and yet there is only montresor hoping that the circumstances one day aligns so he can satisfy that craving (as if that can cure him) (as if that would ever happen)
#nevermore#nevermore webtoon#nevermore webcomic#prospero nevermore#montresor nevermore#am I bummed I missed the secret Santa? A bit— but I’ve always been a lurker#so like#why get involved now??#Anywhas#I wanted to see Montresor suffer#watch him like have bone deep desire for a person who literally refuses to fuck with that shit#also I feel so bad for Will#he’s peak Pathetic and I can only take so much#before I seek karmic retribution#And it’s too unrealistic to make Montresor pine after Will so#Haha imagine is will and Ada fell in love#I can’t see it#But what if
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“We’re just two slow dancers, last ones out.”
#sheith#keith vld#shiro vld#voltron#this is vaguely inspired by that one draw your otp challenge on twt a while back#i spent 4 hours on this and i am ready for it to flop pathetically#why are they so. tragic. so doomed by the narrative.#keith undoom your relationship rn#i like had this idea and hunched over my tablet like i was possessed or smth my back hurts so much#that one year apart is such angst material istg#guysss gusyssss sheithbsbb#im normal#this is what i draw when the meds wear off /j#i need the garrison to explode for the pilot error thing actually shiro saved matt from certain death and got traumatised#lost his fucking arm btw all the while he got all the blame pinned on him back on earth#sheith posting
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so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it
#ria.txt#i spoiled myself so at first i was like 'this is bonkers wtf are they doing in those last few chapters?????'#but then it was like. yeah. i see#love those ch when it's just clearly putting the squad into Situations#also. izutsumi#what i really liked was how tightly the protagonist and the deuteragonist were wound up in the overall themes#the plot the themes the conflict the characters it was very neatly connected#hence i am also now accidentally invested in whatever going on between laios and marcille#not just platonic not romantic not enemies i just think they work well tgt and deeply care for each other its great watching them develop#it's the leader + most trusted advisor / anxious girlfailure + the annoying freak she's somehow attached to vibes#haha that rabbit chapter with marcille. hahha i was like what the fuck man. it was funny and then boom whump [tears streaming down my face]#those shapeshifter chs were sooo much fun esp seeing other chara's perceptions of each other. stealing that#the changeling ones were great too elf senshi is the fucking funniest he looks sooooooo unserious#marcille's evolving perception with death starting with saving falin and saving the squad and her nightmares of outliving everyone-#-and her dad and her 'temper tantrum' and UGH when at the end she said she was fine with falin not coming back.... WAAA. OUGH.#i think dunmeshi handled the trope of 'prophecy of chosen one becoming king' pretty well and it makes sense why laios is the protag#the worldbuilding is so thoughtful as well i liked seeing different characters with different worldviews interact#very solid and well rounded series wooo#the main 4 has such a fun dynamic together#anyways. dunmeshi au.....#more like borrowing the worldbuilding bc charas are too nuanced for a one to one comparison#ren is like some prince of his own species but he's like 34th in line and no one cares about him so he fucks off to eat monsters#which is why he's both snobbish AND a total freak when it comes to his food taste#false is originally in for the money from ren and plans to scam him but unfortunately the cringefail swag captures her#martyn is Obnoxiously Clueless and thinks he's smart but he's not. he's resourceful but also pathetic and crazy#stress cant cook but she thinks she does so everyone goes (≖_≖ ) when she picks up a pot. they delegate her to killing and chopping duty#the mvp is iskall who keeps on saving everyone's asses and somehow has resources for everyone#i think ren is actually aware false is going to scam him but he has too much money to spend anyway and he thinks shes cool so he lets her??#and somehow she doesnt take the money and run. and goes back to eating monsters w/ the party. everyone is crazy
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This isn't some big dick measuring contest. I've earned this. Zeke Goodman as Brian Blandsman in Cruel Intentions (2024) | Episodes 1x02: "Beta" & 1x03: "Gamma"
#cruel intentions#cruel intentions 2024#ezekiel goodman#zeke goodman#brian blandsman#tvedit#tvgifs#mygifs#he's so pathetic#and i love him#easily one of my favs#i am genuinely surprised by how. good this reboot actually was#because the marketing was terrible#but the schemes were scheming#and the sex was sexing#hope it gets renewed#cause i am in desperate need of a show where characters are allowed to be terrible to each other like this<3#anyone wondering why i've compiled eps#he was absent in eps 1 & 5
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Just looked at the digital remains again and oh my god why are we not talking more about the original lyrics to backslide
If I were to backslide, tell everyone we know
Thanks for the last time they came out
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Why did I not thank you more, saving me those other times
(Don't you dare jump in)
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I'd rather you hurt me, than do nothing at all
I'd rather you let me down, than just gas me up
I'd rather you cuse me, than do nothing at all
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You won't make a sound, pick someone else I won't be around
Trapped inside your smile, don't put me on trial
Don't you see you take, everything from me
#christ this is so sad#oh my god i am havimg Feelings#something about the#why did i not thank you more#saving me those other times#(dont you dare jump in)#this is breaking me#im kind of glad those lines didnt make it on to the album i dont think i would have survived it#im curious as to why though#i really really hope its because he was doing better when actually making the song than when he originally wrote it#but i dont know#im worried about him#not to be pathetically parasocially attached to a man i dont even know#but these lines just. scare me.#i hope hes doing okay#i hope hes surrounded by the people he loves#and i hope he genuinely knows how much of an impact hes had on so many peoples lives#and i hope that doesnt scare him too much#it feels like these lines are about us#i dont know i cant articulate why this is hitting me so deeply but it is#and i hope josh is doing ok too#its easy to focus more on tylers thoughts and emotions because hes the one who verbalizes them#but i worry about josh too and i hope he also knows how much of an impact hes had#i just want to hug them both so bad#and it does reassure me that in most of the songs theres still an undercurrent of hope and a desire to keep fighting#twenty one pilots#tyler joseph#josh dun#clancy#clancy digital remains
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"You're here eating SOUP?! I just fought my way through the stinkiest, dirtiest, coldest giants to find you, and you are here eating soup. Behen, I am going to scream."
Marvel Voices Infinity Comic #77
#he's so pathetic and sad looking#love that for him. he is official a wet beast#he can even be held in one hand!!! very tiny man material#his little squinty tired eyes..... they are everything to me........#(the diamond-shaped lenses tho..... you can't fool me)#sorry i am suffering from comic pavitr withdrawal for like the thirtieth time this week#you will see this loser. you must.#pavitr prabhakar#spider man india#marvel comics#spider man#“behen” translates to sister/sister in law ig but i don't speak hindi so i wouldn't know#i miss him already marvel give him another book or i will break in myself please. please i beg of you. give him More. eye need more#please why wont marvel hire the pavitr fanfic writers!!!!!!!!!!! we can do so so soooo much good for the world....... please...............#screaming forever. it's over. he won't come back i just know it#agnirambles
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a baby
#vash the stampede#trigun#I saw one mention of trigun stampede and immediately it was time to rewatch trigun 1998#it's still so good#who ever said vash was the original babygirl was so correct#babygirl#I must've last watched it around ten years ago and I totally forgot it's the one fucking season#TRULY HEARTBREAKING#my GOD#fma03 already destroyed me why did I get back into trigun#anyway I binged all of trigun stampede and WOW he is pathetic I love him#just completely :c#I am so depressed that the next season is like two years away but goddamn I am excited for Millie#also I'm sorry but I'm losing my mind over the theme song and post credits song for tristampede WHY ARE THEY SO GOOD#injecting them into my veins#although 98 theme song is so good too#anime#fan art#his hair is WOW difficult#not a fan honestly but I struggled harder with the OG haircut so this is it#sketch#vash#trigun stampede
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#galaxytoons#art#drawing#wip#vox#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin vox#hazbin hotel vox#shark vox#Hazbin hotel#helluverse#he has gyatt#Help vox is holding a gun to my head making me draw him hot#Stupid sexy tv man#Why is he hot#I SHOULDNT BE THINKING A TV IS HOT#THAT IS A TELEVISION WITH AN ASS#WHYYYYYYY#cries#im so#guh#gay#im so bisexual for him#Hey haha we’re both bisexual and pathetic#Bisexual pathetic people supremacy#Gay men#live laugh love gay men#why am i like this#why am i doing this#why am i here
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