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brahchan · 1 year
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gamerwoman3d · 6 months
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Ten images of Sub-Zero being completely unhinged in MK1
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[Excessive gore after the cut]
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lovelywingsart · 2 months
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I got another new bab from NaldThal on toyhouse and I love him SO MUCH
His name is Flick
He's my cracked out little gremlin child with rabid chihuahua energy and I absolutely adore him uwu
//Thal makes amazing designs and usually I try not to horde them all (also partially due to money-), but I genuinely could not go without him.
He's so dumb.
I don't think he'll be fully be one of my Resident Evil OCs, but you can bet your ass I'm eventually drawing him with Emelia and Karl.
I can tell you right now that he freaks Karl out and it's great.//
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sweetchildofrocknroll · 2 months
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pentacentric · 4 months
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today on Pinterest Users Who Speak the Truth
(jarpad unhinged, eternally)
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benbamboozled · 1 year
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Ngl…sometimes I miss how completely unhinged pre-Battle for the Cowl Jason Todd could be.
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This is a telegram(???) that Jason sent to Dick after he spent multiple issues of Nightwing running around New York City murdering people dressed in his own(???) Nightwing suit and then turned into a tentacle monster and ate some guys. (Then he barfed the guys up and kept fighting them.)
Absolutely baffling. I love it. It’s art. It doesn’t make any sense in context, either. I miss this energy.
Source is Nightwing #122
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sydneyadmu · 11 months
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what kind of insane person tells “welcome home” to a woman who literally just told that she was always left behind after knowing her for like 1 week. this is SERIOUS
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takearisk-ao3 · 1 year
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how about an already gone spoiler? come on someone had to ask
damn i walked right into this one
Ginny awoke to a thick feeling in the back of her mouth and a heaviness lingering in her eyes. She’d cast a silencing charm before crying herself to sleep the previous evening. But just because her sobs had been muted, didn’t make the after effects any less severe.
Her despair looked different in the light of day, though.
Less hopeless. Less insurmountable. 
She took several moments to herself, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling and gathering all her carefully crafted reasons. Then, with one heaving sigh, she pushed herself up off the bed and stormed across the hall. 
“Oi!” she shouted, pounding her fist on the master bedroom door. “Get out here!”
She continued her incessant banging for nearly a full minute until the door whooshed open and Harry appeared looking bleary eyed and cross. 
He was also shirtless, flannel sleep pants slung low around his hips. 
Ginny did her best to ignore this fact and instead thundered, “You’re an idiot!”
Harry blinked a few times, his jaw clenched shut. 
“You married me and I married you,” she carried on, her voice brokering no argument. “It doesn’t matter if I remember it, because I sure as hell know I don’t do something just to quit when it gets hard!”
The corner of his mouth twitched and he breathed out a chuckle through his nose. 
“Is this somehow funny to you!?”
“No,” he smiled sadly. “You just sounded like you, is all.”
“Because I am me!” Ginny threw her hands into the air in frustration. “You great bloody moron!”
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lostlegendaerie · 8 months
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york (the blorbo ever) for the blorbo bingo
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see I was excited to fill this out and then I saw the one in the top row of "I wish I could save you" and now I'm having like my 81st annual complete breakdown over York's death, speculation under the cut
like. I do love the AI all so much but I love them as like. parasites. I love the low grade level of horror of having something else living in your head, and we SAW what Omega did to Maine and even how Eta and Iota fucked with Carolina and dear GOD what Epsilon did to Wash
And I do think that Delta and Theta did stuff to York and North; but specifically, the question I love to ask in my fanfiction is this.
Who was it who turned on a ship full of people they had known for years, speaking to no one else but Texas about their concerns, all to try to rescue and reconnect with the Alpha - Delta, or York?
I just wonder how much the AI in his head slanted his perception of reality. When I first watched the show, hearing Carolina's line of "but you can't trust me" during the elevator fight I thought it was her acknowledging her own flaws. It's not. It's her grief at the person she loved the most (because it was mutual, it always was) excluding her from what might have been the most important mission of all. It was her accusation that after everything, York had turned his back on humans to save an AI.
So I ask. Who was it who made that call? Delta, or York?
Regardless of the answer, the outcome is the same. He failed. He saved nobody, crashed a ship and got his lover killed. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life giving him another chance, and another, and another, to make it right.
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prdsd4na · 2 years
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one thing about zee pruk is that if there’s a man to kiss he’s going to kiss the hell out of him 
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sulky-valkyrie · 1 year
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hi sulky! do you like apple cider? i am mulling a large pot of it for you in my head (figuratively).
trying to come up with a cursed prompt. okay how about fenders AU where sometimes mages just randomly turn into avocados. it's rare, but it's more common and known in tevinter, and so fenris is the only one who understands what's up when it happens to anders.
now fenris, who hates avocados, finds himself reluctantly protecting anders from a bunch of people who want to turn him into guacamole. will love bloom? will hawke find anything else to put on their chips? i don't know; that's why i'm sending this prompt to you!
AVOCADO MADNESS
for @dadrunkwriting and thanks for the excellently absurd crackfic fodder.
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"Think you can take on a mage?  What the sh-"
There were only two Tal-Vashoth left, so Fenris ignored Anders' surprised tone and continued fighting.  The one with the spear had a reach on him that he wasn’t keen to take on directly, so he let Merrill do something unspeakable to that one as he charged at the Saarebas.  She had starting to channel something that made his skin prickle as he reached her, but he barreled through it, wincing as lightning lanced through him, but a quick flare of the lyrium grounded it out, and a swing of his sword lopped her head off.
He sheathed his sword and surveyed the battlefield.  The other qunari was down, bleeding from everywhere, and Hawke was already starting to pick through the corpses for things thst could be sold or repurposed.  Merrill was standing in the end of the path looking at the ground in confusion, and Anders was . . . Nowhere to be seen.  Fenris spun in a slow circle, checking once more.  They weren't near the cliffside, so he couldn’t have fallen off.
"What happened?" He called.
Merrill looked up.  "I don't - he was casting a barrier and then there was sort of pop?"  She pointed at the ground.  "Then . . . that."  As he walked up, he saw a large dark green fruit in the sand between a pair of ragged boots.
Kaffas, why did it always leave the shoes?
It had happened to Danarius once, when he was too brainwashed to take advantage of it and crush him.  The other magisters had taken him away, and he’d spent three days wondering if he was somehow his fault, and if he'd be executed for it.  When he returned, he looked strangely refreshed, if a bit sheepish, swore Fenris to secrecy, and instructed him on how to care for him if it ever happened again.
It hadn't, but he'd been forced to recite it so many times that the process was stamped in his brain.
Of course, the process might be different with a possessed avocado.  "Hawke, bring me some of those torn trousers."
"They're mine, I chopped 'em off fair and square."
Fenris rolled his eyes.  "Fasta Vass, not for me, for the abomination.  He's become an avocado."
Hawke stood up from his looting.  "A fucking what?"
"An avocado."  He pointed at the fruit.  It crackled blue for a moment and quivered.  "We need to wrap him up to prevent bruising."
Merrill produced a scarf from somewhere.  "Will this work? And what's an avocado?  Other than what Anders has turned into?" She frowned.  "I suppose why he turned into one is important too?"
"It's a tropical fruit native to Seheron."  Fenris shuddered.  "I hate them nearly as much as fish."
"And why is our healer a fruit?"  Hawke shouted from another corpse.  There was probably a joke in there, but Fenris refused to rise to the bait.
He shrugged.  "I don't know why it happens, only that it does.  And how to treat it."  He took Merrill’s scarf and wrapped Anders up in it, squeezing gently.  He was nearly rock hard, which was both a blessing and a curse: less chance of damage, but more time to ripen.
"Alright, what do we do?"  Hawke asked as he trotted over and poked Anders through the scarf.
Fenris slapped his hand away.  "First, you don't poke him.  Second, we go back to Kirkwall.  It is unwise to fight without a healer, and I don't want to risk damaging him regardless."
"Could it happen to me too?"  Merrill asked.  "I don't remember any Dalish tales of spontaneous plant shapeshifting, accidental or otherwise."
"Perhaps it only happens to humans, then."  He shook his head.  "I only know of it at all because it happened to Danarius."
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They made it back to Kirkwall with only two more skirmishes.  Hawke took more blows than usual, as Fenris had to put Anders down carefully before diving in, but that only further underscored his point that they needed to get to the relative safety of the city sooner rather than later.  The guards questioned him at length for being a suspicious elf carrying suspicious fruit, and only Hawke’s timely intervention in the form or threatening to tear off their testicles and eat them while they watched allowed them to actually pass.
As they made it through the market, four different sellers tried to buy Anders off of him, offering him increasingly ludicrous sums.  If it hadn't been Anders, he would’ve happily let them bid themselves into oblivion and used the funds to restock the wine cellar.  He gave them increasingly annoyed refusals until the last one actually tried to take him from his hands.  Quick as a snake, his hand shot out, grabbing the man by the inside of his throat.  "This is my An-avocado.  And he-it is not for sale."
The shopkeeper gurgled in fear and pain before Fenris released him and shoved him back, sending him stumbling against his crates.  He swept a baleful glare at the rest of the merchants before turning to hurry the rest of the way to his mansion.
Hawke followed him.  "What do you need?"
Fenris ran down the mental list as he put Anders into a small wooden bowl on the table.  He had the apples and the salt already.  "Butcher paper, lemon, and a lyrium potion."
"Lemon?  You're sure this is to fix him, not eat him?"
He wrinkled his nose in disgust.  "I wouldn't eat an avocado, Anders or not."
Hawke eyed him suspiciously then turned to Anders.  "You, don't go anywhere."  The avocado flashed blue and fell over.  "I'll take that as a yes."
After Hawke left, Fenris grabbed a few apples from the kitchen, then sat down at the table.  "Can you hear me?"
Anders wobbled.
He reached out and patted him gently.  "I know how to fix this, but it will take some time, maybe a week."
He flashed blue for a moment then stilled.
Fenris chuckled faintly.  "Was that wobble a yes?"
Anders wobbled again.  At least they could communicate.
"Can you do anything else?  Something that could mean a no?"
The avocado managed to flip over, quivering faintly, almost like he was breathing hard.  Fenris frowned.  "That looked exhausting.  Anything else?"
Anders didn't move, but somehow managed to look even more pitiful.  He patted him again.  "I shall try to ask only questions you can answer with a yes."
It felt strange to be the one doing the talking.  Anders was the chatterbox of their crew, and while Fenris didn't mind the silence, almost welcomed it, he had a sneaking suspicion Anders was already starting to get stir crazy after only a few hours.
Hawke returned some time later with the requested items, then headed home.  Fenris put two apples in the bowl with him, started to drape the paper over the bowl, then stopped.  "Anders, you can't see, can you?"
He wobbled.
Fenris shuddered.  Sensory deprivation wasn't the most common of punishments in Tevinter, if for no other reason than it was faster and easier to simply beat a slave.  Anders, however, had spent a year alone in the dark.  "Can you feel?  When I do this?"  He traced his fingers across bumpy flesh, feeling somewhat disgusted with himself for potentially taking advantage.
Of an avocado.
Anders wobbled again.
"Does it help?"
Another wobble, this time a bit slower.
He frowned.  "Should I stop?"
Anders didn't move.  Fenris sighed and pulled his hand away.  He might be a fruit, but he was still a person.  As he did, Anders flipped over.  A no.  A no to stopping.
He draped the butcher paper over the bowl, then reached under it to rub his knuckles against him.  It felt ridiculous and awkward, but the whole situation was exactly that.  Varric would deem the whole thing too absurd to even put in one of his terrible romances.  "I'm here."
Anders wobbled slightly under his touch, not necessarily a yes, but maybe a thank you?
He sat there until the mansion was almost too dark to see, even with his elven eyesight.
He sat there until his hand was cramping up and his back was sore.
He sat there until his eyes started to droop from exhaustion.  Should he take him to bed with him?  Best to ask.  "I need to sleep.  Do you want to come sit in bed with me?  It would - I dont think I could leave you in the bowl if I did, and the apples and butcher paper are meant to help you ripen faster."
Anders wobbled almost frantically.
"Even though it may slow fixing this?"
The bowl rattled with the force of his affirmations.
"Very well." He scooped him up and took him to bed.
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When Fenris woke up the next morning, he was on his side, actually cradling Anders in arms.  "Good morning."  He still felt silly talking to an avocado, but it only seemed polite.
He wobbled slowly, somehow managing to convey sleepiness.
He patted Anders gently, hoping he didn't imagine a decrease in firmness. "I'm going to put you back in your bowl and clean up a bit, but I won't be long."
He got another sleepy wobble.
Fenris sped through his morning routine as quickly as possible, then raced back down to the kitchen table.  "I assume you are extremely bored."
Anders sparked blue and rolled over.
Fenris chuckled.  "Is that an extra yes?"
He wobbled again.
Fenris patted him gently.  "Perhaps I could practice my reading?"
They spent the rest of the day reading in the library, with Fenris leaving one hand resting in the bowl and cupping Anders, occasionally squeezing him to check his firmness.  When his throat went dry, he made tea, put Anders in his lap to rub him against his leg and help soften him up further, then he went back in the bowl with the apples as Fenris went back to reading until it was dark.  Then, just as the previous evening, he took to bed.
They spent the next day the same way, but on the third morning, when he rolled over to check, he found Anders soft, almost squishy.
"I think it's time," he whispered.  "Are you ready?"
Anders almost bounced right out of his hand in his enthusiastic jiggling.  Fenris couldn't help smiling as he stroked him.  It had been nice to have the company, even if it was only a sentient fruit.
He skipped washing up and breakfast.  No reason to keep Anders waiting any longer than necessary.  He lit the fire rune in the stove, set a pot of salted water on the stove, cut the lemon, squeezed the juice in, and waited.  When it started to simmer, he poured in the lyrium, sending up a cloud of steam that immediately condensed, creating a very small localized ice storm over the pot.
Even though he'd been hoping for it, it still was still a surprise.  He grabbed a rag, wrapped it around the pot, then poured the sparkling blue lemony concoction into Anders' bowl.
It didn't take long before there was a puff of smoke and air billowed out past him, leaving a very naked and very relieved looking mage sitting half in, half on a bowl.
"You did it," he rasped, voice creaky.
Fenris smiled as his chest loosened up for the first time since Anders had vanished.  "I did."
Anders hopped off the table.  "After I get a bath, but before I go back home, can you finish reading Callipygian Cuirassiers to me?  I'd really like to find out who the princess is actually in love with."
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mistressemmedi · 2 years
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What's Ferrari's strategy to stop Charles at the end of the race? Horse tranquilizers?? An exorcism????
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I animated an incredibly short little test of Henry Oak talking while in Wild Shape, and these are some of the individual cels 
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oceanics · 8 months
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someone tagged my 2018 valgrace edit with JASICO. this is a personal attack to my 2018 self, yes, but my 2013 self is currently buying a gun.
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shellyvaleras · 9 months
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Instead of defending lolicon, you should touch grass. You lolicons may not be Pedophiles but y'all are gross degenerates
Funny. If we're the gross degenerates why'd I get a whole nother anonymous ask that would be legally classified as child sexual exploitation material? Y'all have no chill.
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grbambi63 · 9 months
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Menace live on air.
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