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I’m sending my evil army of crabs to unleash the horrors on you >:)
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WHY ARE THERE SO MANY!?
#asks#anon#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#chilchuck dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#chat bullies chilchuck#ooc: i almost didn’t post this one tbh#the only reason i did is because i was able to put the wall of crabs behind a read more (and i think the idea of 100+ crabs attacking him#is funny)#but PLEASE don’t submit asks that are massive like this again#i don’t want the rest of fandom to hate me for clogging the tags#and i want this blog to be easier to navigate for folks trying to catch up#hell i consider using a read more when i’m COMBINING asks sometimes#tumblr etiquette is drilled into my head from being here so long so havig situations where it’s hard to or i can’t follow it stresses me#out quite a bit lol#🦀
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Bittersweetness (practice)
#I might have enough free time to finally do sfm but I still no clue how to execute shit ToT#was planning only posting the first one than the rest but naw (even tho some looks off ToT)#anyway this like practice and wanted angst for a VERY LONG TIME#those focusing on school works AINT SHIT#but hey I kinda got into drawing more#but WANTED TO SFM SO BADDD ToT#thats all loll so for these shits in tags loll#//#left 4 dead 2#l4d2#l4d2 nellis#l4d2 nick#l4d2 ellis#l4d2 sfm#sfm#source filmmaker#sfm poster#source filmmaker poster#fan art#practice#my art#(sorry if it may look ooc xdd)#edit: I forgot to mention but there's not really a clear story here so its up to interpretation quq
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I do think that Neil and Aaron would eventually get along but imagine if maybe a decade or so after the king's men Neil and Aaron get into a fight. It doesn’t matter what about but Neil runs his mouth and Aaron decks him. It doesn’t hurt that much and he doesn’t actually want to hurt Neil he was just so angry. I think Andrew wouldn’t react that much in the moment. He would assess the damage and Neil’s fine but Aaron’s busted his knuckles. So he wraps Aaron’s hand for him and doesn’t say anything for the longest time. No one knows what he’s thinking but the rest of the foxes are there (think like a reunion) and everyone kind of moves on.
Later that night while Aaron is icing his hand Andrew enters the room. Neil and Aaron already would have made up by this point. They aren’t necessarily friends but they don’t dislike each other anymore. Andrew would be silent as he had been earlier and would stare at Aaron’s hand. Aaron opens his mouth to say something- maybe to apologize or maybe to defend himself. But Andrew gets there first, he doesn’t raise his voice or become violent. Instead, he makes eye contact with Aaron and says “ This isn’t college anymore. If you ever lay a hand on my husband again I will kill you.” His voice isn’t apathetic but it isn’t very emotional.
He doesn’t break eye contact and his voice is steady and Aaron knows he’s telling the truth. Aaron doesn’t look away even after hearing the threat. He just nods his head “ I know”. And he does know because the twins are not the same men they were in college. Andrew doesn’t threaten Katelyn or speak badly about her. The twins do grow up and I think Andrew would respect and even consider Katelyn his sister-in-law first and his brother's wife second. No, this isn’t Andrew and Aaron losing their relationship or having a falling out. They’ve grown and matured and Aaron would be more pissed if Andrew stayed silent the whole time. Because he knows he would have done the same if Andrew had laid a hand on Katelyn.
TLDR: Andrew and Aaron grow after college. They respect each other's partners. Hell, they even like the other significant other. Because Andrew and Aaron love each other and after years of therapy and peace they come to terms with the fact that Katelyn and Neil are both there to stay.
Edit: Also, I am not calling Neil weak or saying he needs protection. He can absolutely defend himself but he shouldn’t have to with family. I love Aaron and Neil’s friendship and the fight doesn’t affect their relationship.
#sorry if this is OOC#I actually don’t care it’s more of a fanfic idea then anything#I do belive that Andrew still prioritizes his brother with other people#but I don’t belive that he would prioritize Aaron over Neil for the rest of their lives#Aaron would have done the same- maybe even worse if Andrew had done it to Katelyn#because at this point college seemed so far away#I belive Katelyn Neil Andrew and Aaron become a unto after graduation#all for the game#aftg#neil josten#andrew minyard#aaron minyard#the foxhole court#katelyn mackenzie#the foxes#andreil#kateaaron#oh also Andrew and Neil are married and I don’t think I should have to explain it#I would say Neil deserves to be punched but he doesn’t deserve to be in pain#I don’t like they Andrew threatens Katelyn with knifes and I think maybe he���s a little kinder or a little more generous with her#because like it or not that’s his sister now#this probably doesn’t fit with this but I headcanon that Andrew will call Katelyn his sister if people ask how they are related#and Aaron refers to Neil as his annoying little brother to people#this is getting long#please don’t criticize me I just like the idea of Aaron and Andrew having a good relationship while also standing by their spouses sides
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So I think I’m going to take a week or so break from writing come back clear out my askbox entirely and just sort of throw out a new plotting call adjust my muse list and go from there. Don’t let this deter you from interacting if we are mutuals I will like post more prompts to slowly start interactions up again.
#there’s just so many asks I’m overwhelmed and it’s just#stifled me feeling creative#so I’m just watching Netflix taking time to decompress#I didn’t realize how long I had been exhausted until I just took a day or two for rest#ooc.
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Can we talk about this scene for a moment? It's everything to me for several reasons. First of all, Lucius. He deals with so much when it comes to Stede, but no matter how annoyed and exhausted he is, he's always one of the first to stand up for Stede. Especially when it came to Ed. He saw how hard Stede was falling for Ed, how he was trying to impress him, and he was always there to point that out to Ed, especially when they went on their 'adventure' and then we have this scene where Lucius is the first to stand up and say something on his behalf. He saved Stede's life right there as much as Edward did. He's dealt with a lot when it comes to Stede and is antics and pirating, and we see how irritated and annoyed he can get, but when it comes down to it, Lucius won't hesitate to defend his Captain and friend. He won't hesitate to protect him and it's so beautiful. Then the whole crew follows along. In episode 1 they were ready to mutiny, but they've come to love and accept Stede as their Captain. Not to mention he's basically the dad of the group because of how much he loves and cares for them and they see that now more than ever. They all stand up for him and show their love and loyalty, all coming together as one crew, as one family, because that's what they are. And Stede's smile? Oh, it's everything. The way they all stand up for him? No one has ever done that. All his life he's been made fun of, bullied, and laughed at and here is his crew standing up for him and praising him as a pirate. Which is all Stede has ever wanted, to be a pirate and he's finally seen as one, even if it may just be to save his life, but still, you can see the man is about to cry because he's so overcome with emotion. There's also pride and unbridled joy in that smile of his and in his eyes when he looks at them, especially when they finish his 'talk it through' phase. They don't say it with disdain or dread, but with smiles this time - with pride of their own. They've come to understand what that truly means and how much it's actually has helped them and how it was one of Stede's ways of showing that they matter, that their mental health matters. And who has the biggest smile when saying it? Lucius. This is one of my favorite moments of the show for these reasons. Stede may not be the greatest pirate or pirate Captain, but he cares. He loves and he doesn't hesitate in showing it and that's what sets him apart. And now the crew shows Stede that he, too, is loved and cared for. That they care for him, that they love him in return. This was THE family moment for me.
#ofmd#stede bonnet#our flag means death#this got super long but I was rewatching and I just had to talk about it <3#it makes me happy every time#i don't know if i made complete sense and I had more to say but couldn't quite find the right words#and I rambled enough but yeah#my heart is so full for stede bonnet#for this family#resting at the inn (ooc)#stede bonnet meta
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An Epitaph
Henry didn't know where he was. It was cold, freezing, but that was all he could tell, from the sharp chill that tore through his damp clothes, to the frigid air that felt like icicles in his lungs when he breathed. Even if he was someplace familiar, it would have been impossible to tell through the veil of rime in the air, the thick hoar that coated the ground. But wherever he was, he had to find shelter. soon, before his limbs grew any number that they already were and he lost the three fingers he had left on his right hand to frostbite. It took a good deal of walking, trudging through the snow, before he found something resembling sanctuary. A rocky hovel dug deep into a mountainside he hadn't even noticed was there. The crooked mountaintop loomed far overhead like a wind-swept pine tree, towering over the barren expanse and shielding the small patch of land near the cave's entrance from the worst of the snowfall. It was a narrow fit, the opening more narrow than a coffin, but it opened up into a wide chamber beyond, dark, lit only by the little light reflecting on the snow outside.
Panic stabbed at him suddenly. That chamber felt familiar, though he couldn't recall from where. The rockface of the walls was smooth, man-made, and the stalactites hanging from the domed ceiling above were unnatural, all the same length, jagged and sharpened to fine points. But he had no time to waste on the unnerving interior. The weather outside was getting worse, the wind howling like wolves on a hunt, and soon his shelter would be just as cold and dangerous as the outside. He had to think, find a way to keep the warmth in. Henry returned to the entrance. He twisted around in the narrow space as best he could and began piling up snow with his numb hands, stacking it, pressing it into shape, mouthing breathless curses to himself, until he had built a solid wall halfway up to his neck. It should last. He didn't know for how long, but at least for now, until he could catch his breath. It had to last.
Henry slumped against the wall of the cave. The barrier he had built offered some protection, but he could still feel the cold creeping in, seeping through the gaps and cracks in the snow. A damp chill gnawed at his bones, freezing the air in his lungs. He knew he had to keep moving, to do something, anything, to stay warm and awake. He couldn’t afford to fall asleep. Not here. Not now. But his limbs were leaden and his body creaked in protest with every movement. His teeth chattered as he tried to think, tried to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. The harder he tried, however, the more his thoughts seemed to slip away, like sand through his fingers. Panic clawed at his chest once more as he looked around the cavern. The walls seemed to close in, the smooth stone shimmering with a thin layer of rime frost. The ceiling above with the unnaturally sharp stalactites, loomed over him like a mouth full of fangs. He had to get out.
Henry pushed himself off the wall, his legs shaking beneath him. The snow was piling up faster now, further in through the entrance than the wall he had built, and he frantically began to shovel it away with his hands, trying to clear a path through the narrow gap. He shovelled harder, floundered, grappled til his fingers were too numb to move, but for every tiny hopeful opening he made, more snow took its place, as if the storm outside was determined to bury him alive. The cold was unbearable now, seeping into his very soul. Outside, the wind roared, a feral sound that echoed through the cavern and made the air thick with cold. Each breath now was a knife to the chest, each inhale burning his lungs. The snow crawled closer, blocking the entrance fully, and began to cover the cave floor inch by painful inch, forcing the hunter back step by painful step.
Henry's mind was reeling. He stumbled further into the cave, away from the encroaching cold, the bones of his legs creaking in protest. The deeper he went, the more the walls seemed to close in on him, the smooth rock pressing down, suffocating. The quiet there was unnerving, an oppressive stillness that made him painfully aware of his own laboured breathing and the pounding of his heart. The silence of the grave. For what felt like an hour, he pushed himself forward against the stone walls, cowering under the stalactites which were now low enough to graze the top of his head. No matter how far he went, the snow followed close behind, blocking the way back. Henry's movements grew slower, more sluggish, until he could no longer outrun it, and that white frost began piling up around his boots. He felt the fight leave him, his breathing weakened, his heartbeat slowed.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw it—a single snowflake, delicate and perfect, drifting down from the ceiling above. His breath caught in his throat as he watched it fall, impossibly slow, through solid rock. It glowed faintly in the dim light and Henry’s eyes followed its descent, almost hypnotized, until it landed softly on the ground. On something dark, something that wasn’t stone. He crouched down, his stiff knees cracking in protest, and wiped away the snow, his fingers brushing against a cold, unyielding surface.
A hand.
His hand.
His breath caught in his throat. He was looking at himself, at his own lifeless body, crumpled and broken, half-buried in the snow. The wounds were horrific—deep gashes and punctures that were draining the life out of him-- and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
This wasn't real.
The snow, the cold, it was all in his head, growing blurry as his brain ran out of oxygen. And the cavern wasn’t just familiar—it was the place he was dying, right now, in the real world. The place where his body was lying, bleeding out into the cold ground, his blood darkening the stone ground.
For a third time, panic surged through him, but it was laced with a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. The wind howled louder, and now Henry could make out voices, battle cries, screeching and yowling in twisted satisfaction. The snow now poured into the cave through the solid ceiling above, burying everything in its path. He wanted to claw his way out, to escape this nightmare, but his limbs wouldn’t respond. The snow was too thick, too heavy, pressing down on him from all sides. As his vision began to blur, the walls of the cave pulsed, breathing with a life of their own, in tandem with his own slowed breaths. The snow continued to fall, endlessly, burying him, until all he could see was white. And then, from the heart of the storm, he saw a figure—a tall, imposing silhouette that moved with unnatural grace, cutting through the blizzard as if it were nothing. Henry tried to focus, but his mind was slipping, the edges of his consciousness fraying like old cloth.
His final thoughts drifted to Bran. A deep guilt welled up inside him. He wouldn’t make it home for Christmas this year. He wouldn’t see his boy’s face light up when he opened his presents, wouldn’t hear his laughter echoing through the house. Regret gnawed at him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. In his last moments, as the darkness closed in, Henry barely registered the sharp pain in his chest—a bite, cold and searing, as if winter itself had latched onto his heart, and his eyes froze over with unshed tears until the world faded and he breathed his last.
In a long-forgotten catacomb in Wales, as the last drop of Henry's blood soaked into the humid ground, something ancient stirred. Beneath the layers of earth and stone, within the crypt that had long been forgotten, a pair of eyes snapped open. After centuries of entombment, something awoke. The blood of the dying hunter seeped into its consciousness, filling it with the remnants of Henry's life, his memories, his regrets. And once the blood had ran dry, the ancient knight rose from his tomb, his eyes burning with a cold, unholy fire.
He tore through the killers, the blood-thirsty beasts who had chased their prey to the ancient tomb, splattering the walls with their undead blood that burnt to ash, until none were left. Then, he looked down at the broken body of the hunter who had unwittingly become his saviour. With a grim sense of purpose, the knight knelt beside Henry’s lifeless form. He whispered words in a dialect long dead, a prayer, perhaps, or a vow. Then, with a reverence reserved for fallen comrades, the knight lifted the hunter’s body and carried him deeper into the crypt, where heroes were once laid to rest, where the knight's own tomb stood, broken apart from within. The hunter was gone, his spirit entwined with the ancient knight’s own, but his legacy would live on, honoured by one of the very creatures he had once sought to destroy.
The knight sealed the tomb with a final, solemn gesture, then left the catacombs behind and stepped out into the warm summer night, into a world which had long outlived him.
#{ooc}#{warning: long read}#{drabble}#{Hey all-- it's been a blast but with life getting busier and busier I don't know how much RPing I've got left in me; at least for now.#So I wanted to give Henry a proper ending; a 'to be continued' if inspiration hits-- but also an epilogue in case it doesn't.#As RPing goes I may very well suddenly get struck with inspo in a couple days and veto this whole thing;#but it's also the first thing I've written in a long while and I'm pretty proud of how it turned out :)#The creature in the end is another character I've been brainstorming for a while but didn't have the time/energy to write;#I may play around with them a bit either on here or discord but I reckon we all know by now how life can get in the way :/#That said#It's been incredible roleplaying with all of you over the years;#in a way it's thanks to you lot that I kept writing even when I thought I had no stories left in me.#You are -all of you- an inspiration and I hope I'll get to write with you all properly again once life permits :)#For now; I wish you a good timezone and a wonderful rest of your day. Take care and stay safe!#-Crow}
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This will be so exciting. We can tell stories, and get strong, and fly kites, and sing, and get strong, and fly kites...
Chapter 5 will take place on Saturday, January 13th at 4PM EST!
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❗Beware the OFMD spoilers❗
The fact that (I fucking knew the knee shot will be when the show will be 💯 historically accurate.) Izzy's new leg is literally made from the Revenge itself, by the crew to him is the firmest metaphor I've ever seen for acceptance and family. The Revenge has literally sailed through a storm which should've sunken, destroyed it completely but it pulled through, damaged, torn but still afloat. I saw people comparing it to Ed's and Stede's relationship status, that they have something physical to rebuild and mend besides their love. Which is totally valid and I support that theory wholeheartedly! But I also like to compare the state of the Revenge to Izzy's. He lost toes, then a leg, then almost died via suicide. After all this, he still got up and saved the crew, probably also the one directing them out of the storm. So the image of a battered (and stabbed) Revenge I think can also apply to Izzy.
Okay, back to the leg. The crew made it for him after everything they had witnessed, experienced. I reckon he never had a group of people or even one to support him, to protect him; he wouldn't even have allowed it before. But now he has what he thought impossible and weakness in pirate life. The knowledge that they not only accepted him, but actively looking out for him even when the danger has passed: they aren't sailing in a storm and Edward isn't on the ship so technically, they don't need him anymore for protection or life saving orders. Yet they are still there for him and made a...relatively functioning mobility aid for him. From the ship that survived a storm thought impossible. For the indestructible little fucker. As soon as he realizes he isn't alone, the unhealthy coping mechanisms stop and he -so far- seems to be healing from everything that had happened & this wouldn't be possible without the crew's support.
Izzy both figuratively and literally became part of the ship.
#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd spoilers#izzy hands meta#i guess?#izzy hands#ofmd s2#🩸ooc 🗡 | out of tragedy#izzy haters if they still exist after this season don't touch this post.#the rest of you; go batshit if you like this scrambled up post💖#long live the trauma crew
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take a moment to enjoy the view and bounce to the beat~
#animation#indie animation#pokemon#pokeask#pokemon ask blog#pokemon oc#mew#reuniclus#cyto#aquamarine#palisander#orchid#ooc#my art#my animations#and at long last i can finally rest...
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i'm losing my dog today. i never posted about him much here, but he was and is my best friend. i'm heartbroken that he'll be crossing the rainbow bridge without me, but everything comes to an end. i'll follow someday. and then we'll meet again, where the fields are endless and the sun is always bright.
rest well, little beast.
#ooc#tw animal death#i wish i had something to make me happy today. i wish i could be with him forever.#cried several times over the past few days.#i won't be ok for a long time. but his love will carry me for the rest of my life
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randomly generated headcanons.
Zandi is a very good singer.
∘˙○˚.• He should stick to his flute.
Zandi cracks their knuckles very loudly.
∘˙○˚.• Required. If your hand bones don't sound like a cluster of uncooked noodles being broken over a knee, they take your Fighter Badge™ away.
Zandi watches My Little Pony.
∘˙○˚.• For your information, his favorite ponies are Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie.
Zandi is afraid of doing anything without their parent's permission.
∘˙○˚.• His dad sure wishes that was true—
Zandi is an extrovert.
∘˙○˚.• Balderdash! As you all know, Zandi won't so much as peep unless approached in a manner befitting a baby bunny!
Zandi would succumb to the fog.
∘˙○˚.• Please explain. Please explain the fog. Explain the fog. Explain th
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#§ long rest (ooc)#§ blog games#i have watched one (1) episode of the delightful Colorful Horse Cartoon but i'm confident in those choices#§ about#I gueeeeess? It's *kinda* informational-
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I have been marked by the gods
Woah
Interesting
#irl cole#ask brookstone#ooc: r u okay or is that just a mark from having something resting against ur arm to long or sum dibdfjjsjte
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I think you all need to see how jarring it is every time I have Ome long rest
#THE SCHOLAR. ooc#( ome please.... please put on something#like every long rest im like jfc )#ask to tag //#does this need to go into suggestive? illithids dont really got anything external and its just omes questionable choices )
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#i wont tag this bc its probly ooc but eddie as a chronic liar became so real to me w time. he has like. a professional skill in lying. to me#and. i accidentally found this post and GOD SEES i wanted to do such ^ pic w eddie for so long. it finally happened now i can rest in peace#m2#“he was vito n joe's friend” not to me not at all 😔#i saw m2 characters and decided to make them worse. genuinely not sorry#and this post somehow describes him in the game so well to me idk fr idk
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Jazzy plays Genshin & cries under the cut.
MOOTS I'M FUCKING SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. In multiple people's dms mind you. I'M FINALLY CATCHING UP IN THE CHASM QUEST & I had a single pull after failing like 30 pulls prior. YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS IDIOT CAME HOME WITH A SINGLE PULL AFTER AN EMOTIONAL CHASM SCENE?? I'm so emotional right now. I have to step away. BUT LOOK WHO CAME HOME!
#【🌺】❛ Jazzy Babbling ❜ ( ooc )#【🌺】❛ TBD ❜#{ im so very happy. I really just wanted him! }#{ UGHHH waited so long! }#{ forget the rest of the quest I want to hear his voicelines. }
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I will honestly punt fanon like a garden gnome into the ocean of their choosing, which is the only choice that I will give them at this point. And that's only because Kafka once said, "When you have a chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret." So please choose your ocean wisely.
With Elio's presence growing with the end of 2.2 (is that his voice in the credits? It's got to be, right?) I just want to present a reminder to people: There is only one character that is ever referenced by the direct title of 'Destiny's Slave', and that is Elio. None of the other Stellaron Hunters have ever been referenced by this same title or descriptor. Using it for Kafka, Blade, Silver Wolf, Sam/Firefly is wrong. And no, this isn't even my opinion that I'm forcing onto people, it's literally canonically wrong. Hell, the easiest option to verify that I'm not pulling this out of the imaginary 'Sae probably wants this to be canon' pocket, please google 'HSR Destiny's Slave' and look what pops up. Hint: it's not the Stellaron Hunters' general wiki page. Beside that, let me also present you with the IPC wanted poster:
"...Blade, Silver Wolf, Sam... The four mentioned above, dead or alive; Do not hurt the Destiny's Slave, and do not let them lose their ability of independent thinking."
#[ ooc. ] don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.#[ this drives me insane to see edits. or random blogs that have this in their pinned-- even if it's mostly inactive blogs. ]#[ i just will lose my mind if this is a misconception that still exists. even if it was put to rest long before it even became one. ]#[ but just like some other assumptions /cough/-- it perseveres even if we're reminded of it being wrong constantly. ]#[ the SH aren't 'Destiny's Slaves'. they're not. kafka isn't destiny's slave. blade isn't destiny's slave. ]#[ silver wolf? isn't destiny's slave. and sam/firefly isn't destiny's slave either damn it. ]#[ none of them are. EXCEPT ELIO. the one who is literally referenced by it INSTEAD OF HIS NAME. or the name he/they took on. ]#[ /shakes fist at people. ]#[ he's not even my muse and this drives me insane. ]#[ it's kafka screaming in my head honestly. it's the respect. it's the devotion. i just. ]#[ GUYS. ]
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