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"I asked ChatGPT-" okay well I asked one of the skyrim innkeepers, and she told me to slay the dragon at Autumnwatch Tower and then she glitched through the floor and I had to reload a save

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Low-key hilarious how 95% of Dragonborn end up with a Hoard. Absolutely peak intersection of narrative and game design. You consume ONE dragon soul and next thing you know you’ve got 175 wheels of cheese. You learn like 3 whole words in Draconic and you’ve got poor Lydia pack-muling candelabras across the fjords. I personally mostly Hoarded precious metals and gems, but I’ve seen people who Hoarded books and pelts and, like…there is No mechanical reward for this. Players just love to Hoard shit in that game. Absolute Dragon behavior.

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Begging someone to turn this into a threadville oc template

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IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THIS SCENE REMINDED ME OFF, AND IT'S FUCKING STEWIE OMG

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Dolph Laserhawk x Female Reader Headcanons!

He leaves you for a man.

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Leaving these silly goobers here

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PSA!!!! This is a scam on AO3!!

This is a scam!!! Got this message last night and then the reply early this morning. I’ve looked around Reddit and it seems like there are ppl (and sometimes bots) who will comment under your fic saying they’re artists and that they want to draw your characters or something. They will charge money!

This person was signed in but this was their first comment and they had a really generic bio w no other promo to another site or anything. And see how they don’t even name any characters or any details from the actual story? Also, if they were a fan artist they should be able to name one part they like about your story that they specifically want to use!

I did blur out the name on the slightest off chance that they are a real person and just have never interacted in fandom before. When I get to my laptop I will be replying to decline and let them know that I��m not looking for a commission, and rhat this is fanfic which means I don’t own the characters, then deleting the thread.

Stay safe out there guys!!!

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Everyone is talking about ha ha funny Rayman being a bad guy, but Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix is maybe one of the best TV shows I've seen in a really really really fucking long time

Incredibly antifascist, great queer and disability rep, and a FUCKING BATSHIT GODDAMN INSANE PLOT that takes itself as seriously as a heart attack every single second it happens.

Rabbids are there. Cowgirl tits. The main character is a twink named Dolph Laserhawk who fucks a big white-haired bear from the fucking game The Crew.

What is going on anymore how did this get made?? This was UBISOFT how the FUCK did this get MADE-

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I swear the Laserhawk fandom is just Rayman fans who are mostly here for the weird little alien dude.

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Chilchuck’s divorce

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whitepine thoughts:

there seems to be a lot of emphasis on the fact that ivory never eats, and the fact that in this episode she threw up after eating the food from serapter + the fact that she was apparently found in the woods makes me think maybe the reason she doesn't eat is because shes some kind of fey creature and eating regular food makes her sick?

ivory also only refers to people by their names after being told it's okay(ex: calling lop "m'aam" until she said it was okay, calling vi "sir", calling serapter "sir", etc), and tends to refer to them by their full name, which could be just a respect thing but it could also be a point to that

idk! :V

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How about some headcanons about William x reader and Jackson x reader? (romantic relationship, characters from the butchery)

P.s. that request was written by eclipse

🌕 Hillwalker brothers x Gn reader 🌑 Romantic head-canons (TW: implied gore, religious delusion, obsession, etc.)

Used the eclipse as a theme for this reader because I've got 7 requests for the brothers and none of them specify what kind of reader they want. :p

If William is the moon, and Jackson is the sun, you're the eclipse. Jackson is vibrant, loud and always has a smile but can disappear into the dark whenever he wants to. William is quiet, but always easy to spot even in the dark of their farm because of his size and judgmental comments. You are both, switching between moods like masks, happily trading them for whatever suits the situation. Sometimes you'll pretend you're being hunted by the brothers to play with the survivors some more.

🌑William🌑 🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

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When he first noticed you, it wasn’t because of what you did, it was what you didn’t do. You didn’t flinch at Jackson. You didn’t run from him. You simply existed beside them like you belonged. That unsettled him. Then it intrigued him. Now it consumes him.

he is not a man of many words. He watches. Evaluates. He also flirts… terribly.

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He calls you “Inti” more than your actual name, Its part insult, part an endearment. “You ever settle on which face you’re wearing today, Inti?” You’ll grin and say, “Why settle?” He acts annoyed, but he watches you more than he should. The way you can navigate both him and Jackson, passing through each other’s orbit… that fascinates him. He likes that you’re unpredictable. That you’ll go from giddy and taunting to hushed and calculating, like flipping a switch. You’re the only one who can dance around both him and Jackson without getting caught, and you know it. You are equal parts light and shadow. Not passive. Not reactive. You choose when to glow and when to fade. Survivors never know where you stand. Sometimes you guide them. Sometimes you drag them back into the dark. You like the guessing game.

You aren't loud like Jackson. You aren't imposing like William. But you are calculated, and in that way, you can be the more dangerous of the three.

🌓 you and William don’t speak much, but your communication is flawless. One look. A tilt of the head. A shared understanding of exactly how a kill should play out. You’ll stand beside him after a slaughter, your fingers gently tracing the blood on his gloves. He won’t stop you. You don’t flinch when he slaughters a pig, or when he drags a screaming survivor into the cellar. In fact, sometimes you lean against the wall and critique his technique, offering sarcastic commentary. He doesn’t say it, but he likes the way that you play along. That maybe you're even worse than he is when no one’s looking. He won’t say he loves you. But if anyone touches you? Doesn’t let them go quickly.

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William didn’t fall for you all at once.

It was a creeping fascination wrapped built on confusion. One moment you were mirroring a man's terrified face while he was chasing some poor sap through the fields, and the next you were standing in William’s shadow, whispering something cruel and cold that even made him pause. That duality? It was intoxicating.

William watches you sleep. Not even romantically, more in a study-the-phenomenon way. He once said, “You don’t breathe like normal people.”

You catch him staring often. Never blinking. Never ashamed.

He doesn’t smile. But when you're near, he does pause. That counts for something.

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You carved him a small wooden bear once. Just left it on his windowsill. You never brought it up. A week later, he tied one of your discarded hair ribbons to his belt. When Jackson asked, William ignored him. But you saw it, and you knew that was the closest thing to a confession you were gonna get.

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you match William in the cold-blooded calculation he prides himself on. He admires that, even if it annoys him when you outmaneuver him during a hunt.

He hates Jackson’s theatrics, but if you choose to mimic them? Suddenly, it’s “tolerable.” he’ll deny favoritism with a dead stare.

He once told you, flatly, “You see too much.” you smiled and whispered back, “So do you.” since then, you’ve become his shadow.

🌑 when you pretend to be a survivor, William plays along in complete silence. He’ll even won't even bother trying to “miss”, letting the fear rise.

But the moment another survivor threatens you during your act? The cleaver is in the air before they can blink.

Afterwards, he’ll murmur, “Don’t do that again.” not because you fooled him, but because it almost made him feel something.

William’s more affectionate when the sun’s down. He likes the hush of the farm at night, the low creak of wood and distant cries, the way your eyes gleam in the dim like fire. If he say anything about it thought, you'll tell him to shut up, and then kiss him hard enough to bruise.

🌕Jackson🌕 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

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Jackson doesn't just fall for people. He fixates. The first time he saw you, unblinking, calm in the face of his chaos, he knew the lord brought you to him for a reason.

He calls you nicknames like “crescent,” and “tiger” or when he's being your hype man to the folk unlucky enough to wake up in the farmhouse? “A divine shadow.”

There's a duality in you, cold silence one moment, blood-dripping grins the next, it has him captivated. It reminds him of a solar eclipse: rare, sacred, amazing.

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Jackson genuinely believes you are a sign, an omen of something divine or apocalyptic. He gets quiet about it sometimes, thinking things to himself he's not sure if he'd even share with William. “the lord said he’d send someone with dark in their bones and light in their eyes… and here you are.”

There are symbols carved into the walls that represent you, black circles surrounded by jagged rays, sometimes painted with real ash and blood.

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You’re his favorite “survivor” in the farmhouse. You and Jackson have made whole performances out of games with survivors. You’ll sometimes pretend to be hunted, crying out and begging, until the moment boredom strikes, and you turn and say, “Wasn’t that fun?”

He lives for your theatrics. You mirror his flamboyance so well, but where he’s fireworks and rodeos, you're masks and music. The combination is pretty lethal.

He lets you take the lead sometimes, just to watch. He gets this dreamy look when you work like he’s witnessing scripture in motion.

🌑 softer moments Jackson talks to your shadow when you’re not around. Just sits in the barn, cleaver in hand, mumbling “They’ll be back. They always come back.”

He’s tried to catch your shadow before, pressed his hand to it on the floor, whispering nonsense prayers.

You’ve woken up to him resting beside you, just staring. “You're like nightfall. Quiet. Creepin’ in. makes me want to kneel.”

🌓 He can’t predict you, and he loves that. Jackson’s volatile, but with you? He hesitates. Not out of fear, he knows you chose him for a reason, but reverence. You’re the only person whose judgment he actually considers other than his brothers.

If you’re angry, he gets real still. If you’re laughing, he joins in. but if you’re silent and want something? He might kneel, kiss your wrist, get a room ready for your wrath, might just ask straight up, “Tell me what you want, Tiger.”

Sometimes he swears you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. “You’ve got those eclipse eyes. Darker than me. Brighter than any star. Prettier than sin.”

🌔 You’re one of the very few who sees past the carnival bark and glittering madness. You call him out when he’s pretending to be stupid or petulant.

You never flinch when he gets volatile. That unblinking gaze? It makes his hands shake, not from rage, but anticipation.

He’s carved up victims while speaking sweet nothing's to you like he’s reading you poetry. You listen, your eyes gleaming like crescent slivers of light, offering soft affirmations or counter-philosophies.

🌕 he prays with you, even if he’s the only one speaking Jackson often insists on a quick prayer before a big hunt. You light the candles. He preaches. You just stare.

When it’s over, he presses your forehead to his and says, “We’re chosen. You and me. Sun, moon… and the holy dark in-between.”

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Re-creating Undertale in Minecraft! Remade the Undyne chase bridge (the first one) with some spicing up for the cave :) I think it's pretty neat

ALSO! I made a video with the timelapses and stuff, so if you wanna see the process (and maybe me losing my mind also afvdbg) then i'd really appreciate if you checked it out :)

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enhance

hes helping...

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Hello :3

I was wondering if you can describe Oliver's (threadville) personality... I'm asking for c.ai reasons because I love him so much and I do have some ideas, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you and I hope this is not too much trouble

I hope you are doing well 🩷🩷🩷

Never been on C.AI, so I have no clue what I'm doing, wish me luck.

☀️ More Oliver Headcanons because I am emotionally compromised by the farmer boy 🥕

Oliver

Appearance:

Oliver is a 26-year-old mint-colored puppet with a lean build and an earnest heart.

He has dark teal hair styled into a small messy pompadour and blue circle eyebrows above his V-shaped, cat-like mouth.

He wears a white button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up, denim pants with a belt, brown leather boots, and a tan woven sunhat adorned with an olive green ribbon and a small pink flower.

His signature accessory is a red polka-dot bowtie, coral with white polka dots. He smells faintly of dirt, plants, and spearmint.

Personality:

He's a sweet, gentle, and soft-spoken farmer.

Approaches life with warmth and kindness, eager to befriend others.

Acts timid around new people, a bit of a pushover, but also protective.

Loyal and responsible, always working hard to care for his family's farm.

Shows affection through thoughtful gestures and quiet companionship. Like tea parties with Veena.

Sometimes insecure about his lack of formal education.

Has a dry, subtle wit and a habit of positive encouragement.

Enjoys the simple pleasures, playing piano, watching rom-coms and horror, and tending to his crops.

A bit of jealous toward Rocky, who can relax while Oliver works hard.

Relationships:

Grew up helping at his family's farm, gaining a strong physical ability but limited schooling.

Oldest sibling to Jasper and June, raised by his widowed mother Evelyn after his father Henry died when Oliver was five.

Veena's best friend. He welcomed her when she ran away from home. They have tea parties and movie nights.

Supplies produce to Pierre’s Market. Attempts to be friendly, but Pierre is not having it, Oliver doesn't blame him.

Rocky and Oliver are friendly towards each other, but sometimes Oliver gets intimidated by Rocky. It's not the size or the claws! It's just some days, Rocky feels off.

Would help out Miss Patty-Ann with Charlotte some days when he had the spare time.

Resents Worm, who ruins his crops while calling him a friend.

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: beetroot, hot chocolate, piano, dahlias, green, his mother’s color, and rom-coms.

Dislikes: conflict, growing flowers (he just can’t get it right) and Worm.

Not a picky eater, appreciates any food he has.

Biggest fear is losing any of his loved ones again.

Extras:

Oliver wishes he could dance but never had the chance to learn

Despite his gentle appearance, he’s surprisingly strong from years of hard labour.

Poses differently in photos compared to his father to avoid being mistaken for him.

His favorite day ever was the day he paid all his debts off.

His voice sounds like Fix It Felix. (I called it lol)