#future vibes
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slutpoppers · 9 months ago
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ryey22 · 7 months ago
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Future Now
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blackeneddeatheye · 3 months ago
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日本のナイト・ライフ XXXVII
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eyes-of-nine · 3 months ago
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happy decade of bloodborne<3
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miss-major · 1 year ago
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the futuristic era 🔮
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marivanilla05 · 2 months ago
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In the middle of exams so here are just some higher quality versions of my last sketches!
(There will be no context for Menelaus dressed as a seal and Helen doing drugs. If you know, you know.)
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demaparbat-hp · 5 months ago
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Zuko's eyes watered against his will when the ghost of a woman he did not know smiled at him like he was her child.
Zuko decided right there and then that maybe, just maybe, this too was something he came to find.
Ghost-Mother takes a look into Zuko's soul in For the Spirits Chapter IX: A Rider Alone.
More than a stranded soul, Kya holds all the love of the Old Tribe and the means to calm a coming tempest. Zuko won't ever forget her.
(He won't be allowed to.)
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klanced · 8 months ago
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can we start placing bets about the live action voltron movie. everyone download draftkings right now
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versains · 26 days ago
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WILLIAMS RACING and the power of friendship trauma bonding
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circusbutch · 1 month ago
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Live to Serve
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teh-inggris · 8 months ago
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pvp civ nation...... this aint much but pls take my contribution for this series bc im going insane i love hate this man so much get him out of my head
#pvp civilization#pvp civ#I'LL MAKE A PROPER ONE I SWEARR I JUST NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MYSYSTEM FIRST#if it turns out he gets a bad ending in ep 6 i dont think i'll be ok like#he deserves a good ending . or a villain arc at least. he deserves to go batshit crazy after how everyone treated him#ALSOO the chekovs gun video journal device thing?? The excessive 4th wall breaking?#Is it just me or does jt feel like evbo is gonna lose his memory/already lost his memory and was sent to the wood sword lvl with tabi#or like . Idk?? It feels kind of truman show ish. Well maybe not that but its just the vibe im getting w the way that everyone has their-#-own secrets. How the diamond swords seems to know who evbo n tabi is. How princezam knows about the diamond swords#and then theres also parrot whos just?? Weird overall?? Idk whats going on w him but i need to know his backstory wdym u think evbo will-#-hate you if he knows what you did??#ANYWAY BACK TO THE VIDEO JOURNAL AND POTENTIAL MEMORY LOSS.#I dont want jt to go that way (mostly bc i dont want to see evbo suffer more than he already did) but it rlly does seem like its heading to#that direction w the way that it also has become a way to narrate what he went through (ie when the ep shows his attempts to beat the-#gold sword lvl but hes narrating it from the future. from his video journal. where he already beat the lvl)#im going insane#Wait also what i meant by the truman show vibe in relation to the excessive 4th wall breaks it makes it sound like pvp civ is just a -#simulation#wait i just remembered its the matrix not that mb umm#anyways.#empty chattering#kokotehart
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slutpoppers · 8 months ago
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neonbonded · 6 days ago
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Fatherhood Is a Full-Contact Sport
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♡ ft. Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus x fem!reader ♡ cw: dad!headcanons, domestic chaos, tag-team toddler warfare, sticker abuse, ego injuries, public humiliation (soft), wife-led mischief ♡ a/n: you didn’t mean to start a war… but once your kid picked a target, you had to support them. teamwork makes the dream (dad meltdown) work.
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Caleb
It starts with the socks.
You and your kid exchange a look over breakfast—just a slight twitch of the eyebrow, a smirk over toast—and Caleb should have known. He should have.
But he’s got stars in his eyes and jam on his fingers, and he’s too busy cutting your kid’s pancakes into perfect little hexagons to notice you’ve already swapped his socks.
They’re pink. With glitter hearts. And the words “#1 Trophy Husband” stitched in sparkly thread.
He puts them on without looking.
And then?
Operation: Bully Dad begins.
Phase One: Language Manipulation. You teach your kid to call him “Captain Cranky.”
Every time he sighs? “Okay, Captain Cranky.”
When he says no to dessert? “Ugh, classic Captain Cranky.”
He stares at you like you betrayed him. You just sip your coffee.
“I am not cranky,” he mutters.
From under the table: “You’re literally pouting right now, Cap.”
Phase Two: The Snack Swap. He reaches for his favorite protein bar in the pantry.
Finds a note instead.
"Too slow, Captain Cranky. We needed it more. For… missions"
He spins around.
You and your kid are already on the couch. Sharing it. Making dramatic yum noises.
“I swear to god, you two are a menace.”
You both say it at the same time: “A menace to CRANKY.”
Phase Three: The Betrayal. He finally gets a break. He’s lying on the floor with your kid on his chest, playing spaceship noises.
It’s quiet. Peaceful.
Then your kid leans down and whispers: “Mommy says you talk in your sleep. About kissing her toes.”
His eyes FLY OPEN.
You’re across the room, hiding a smile behind a throw pillow. “I said what I said.”
He groans and drags both of you onto the floor with him. “Unbelievable. My own family.”
You grin. “You love it.”
He kisses your temple, then your kid’s forehead. “You have no idea.”
Xavier
It starts with a whisper war in the hallway.
You and your kid peek around the corner like spies on a stakeout—clipboard in hand, checklist ready.
Mission Objective: Tease Daddy Until He Short Circuits.
Xavier is at the kitchen counter, pouring cereal into the mug he always insists is “just more ergonomic than a bowl.” He’s wearing socks with swords on them. A gift from you. He takes them very seriously.
You circle “Target Acquired.”
Phase One: The Wrong Name Game. Your kid walks in casually.
“Hey, Xylophone.”
Xavier glances up. “Hello.”
No reaction.
Not even confusion.
So your kid tries again, louder. “I said Xylophone.”
Xavier frowns faintly. “Yes. I heard. Are we experimenting with sound-based naming systems today?”
You lose it from the hallway.
Phase Two: Sticker Warfare. This one’s your idea.
While Xavier’s reading on the couch, your kid climbs into his lap with all the innocence in the world—and slowly starts covering him in dinosaur stickers.
One on his cheek.
One on his temple.
A brontosaurus on his neck.
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch.
Finally, he blinks over his book. “Is there a… theme?”
“Jurassic Daddy,” you say sweetly, passing by.
He nods thoughtfully. “Very well.”
Doesn’t even take them off.
Phase Three: The Hidden Alarm. Your kid sneaks your phone into Xavier’s jacket pocket.
Sets a timer.
In two minutes, it’ll go off. Loud. In the middle of him doing birdwatching on the balcony.
He’s squinting into the trees, focused and serene—until a digital duck quack blares from his coat.
He freezes.
Then calmly pulls out your phone, stares at it like it’s a new lifeform.
“...Is this my punishment for using your mug?”
You and your kid high-five from the doorway.
That night, you’re brushing your teeth when you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“I love you,” he murmurs into your hair.
You smile at his reflection. “Even when we bully you?”
He hums. “Especially when you work as a team.”
He’s got a triceratops still stuck to his sleeve.
You leave it.
Rafayel
It starts because Rafayel wouldn’t let your kid put googly eyes on the blender.
A crime, truly.
So now?
You’re at war.
You and your mini-me form an unholy alliance before breakfast. The mission is clear: mess with Rafayel all day. Confuse him. Fluster him. Bring him to his knees (with love, obviously).
Phase One: The Sketch Swap He leaves his current canvas in the studio—half-finished, ethereal, probably titled Longing for Lemuria II: A Study in Violet Silence.
You and your kid sneak in.
When he returns, the dreamy mermaid now has a mustache. And laser eyes. And a speech bubble that says “My dad has stinky feet.”
He gasps like you physically struck him.
“You defiled my muse?!”
You shrug. “Consider it a collaboration.”
Your kid adds: “We made it better.”
He puts a hand to his chest. “You’re both going to artist jail.”
Phase Two: The Fashion Sabotage He goes to pull on his favorite pants—the flowy, artsy ones with the embroidered moons—and finds they’ve been replaced with hot pink yoga leggings from your drawer.
You: “I think you could rock them.”
Your kid: “Slay, bestie.”
He stares at the pants.
Then stares at you.
Then changes into them like a man on a catwalk.
But he’s muttering the entire time. “This is emotional abuse. I’m filing a glitter-based complaint.”
Phase Three: The Cookie Theft He opens the cabinet for his secret stash of lavender shortbread.
Finds an empty tin and a note inside:
“Stolen in the name of justice. Your blender crimes have consequences. —The Chaos Coalition”
He screams. Loudly. Then walks dramatically into the living room and collapses across the couch like a Victorian woman fainting on a chaise.
You toss him a goldfish cracker.
He glares.
Then eats it.
That night, he pulls you close in bed, head on your chest.
“I hope you both know,” he whispers, “that I am keeping a list.”
You run your fingers through his hair. “Of what?”
“Every emotional injury I sustained today.”
Your kid peeks in the doorway. “You forgot we replaced your shampoo with whipped cream.”
He gasps.
But honestly?
He’s never felt more loved.
Zayne
It begins when he finds his stethoscope floating in a bowl of cereal.
“Do you have a reason,” Zayne asks slowly, very calmly, “why my hospital equipment is now... infused with oat milk?”
Your child blinks up at him. “It was cold and needed a bath.”
You, from across the kitchen: “Honestly? Sound logic.”
He closes his eyes. Sets the stethoscope on the counter. Says nothing.
That was your warning shot.
Phase One: Renaming the Routine
You and your kid refuse to call anything by its normal name.
Zayne walks into the room, setting his laptop down with surgical precision.
You: “Look out. The Ice Cube Cometh.”
Your kid: “All hail Frost Daddy.”
Zayne: “I am literally holding your dental insurance forms.”
You both clap like he told a joke.
He blinks. Once.
“...What’s happening right now?”
Phase Two: The Hospital File Swap
He opens his neatly labeled folder before work.
Finds a glittery drawing titled “ME + MOMMY + FROST DAD = BESTIES FOREVER 💖”
Also, you’ve replaced his bio with:
“Zayne: World’s Coldest Softie. Will cry at piano music and is afraid of butterflies.”
He reads it. Stares at the paper.
Puts it back.
And takes it to work anyway.
Phase Three: Sticker Surgery
He showers. He gets dressed. He puts on his favorite button-down.
Then glances in the mirror—and freezes.
There’s a little cartoon Band-Aid sticker on his jawline.
Purple. With a smiley face.
You don’t even try to hide your laugh.
His jaw tics.
“I’ve conducted heart transplants with less sabotage than I face in this household.”
You pat his cheek. “And yet, you’re still so lovable.”
“Debatable.”
At bedtime, he’s halfway through folding laundry (into immaculate rectangles, obviously), when your kid leans against his side.
“Hey Dad?”
“Yes?”
“We bullied you good today.”
He pauses.
Then quietly nods.
“You did.”
You sit beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“But you liked it.”
“…No comment.”
You kiss the spot beneath his ear. “Tomorrow we’re calling you Doctor Cuddles.”
He exhales. Resigned. But soft.
“…Fine. But only inside this house.”
(You do not respect that boundary.)
Sylus
It starts before 9 a.m.
Sylus—warlord, tactician, red-eyed nightmare of the underground—walks into the living room fully dressed for a meeting with a black-market arms dealer.
Hair slicked. Suit sharp. Brooch in place.
You and your kid are waiting for him.
He stops. Narrow eyes. Tilt of the head. Suspicion.
You smile sweetly.
Your kid lunges forward.
And slaps a bright pink unicorn sticker onto his briefcase.
Dead center.
Sylus just… stands there.
“…Is this meant to be intimidation?”
You: “We’re marking our territory.”
Your kid: “Now the bad guys will know you have backup.”
He looks down at the sticker.
Then at you.
And says absolutely nothing.
But he takes the damn briefcase.
Phase One: Name Disrespect
He’s mid-hologram conference when your kid walks in, climbs into his lap, and announces to the entire Onychinus leadership:
“This is Mr. Grumpy Fangs. He doesn’t like it when I boop his nose.”
Sylus doesn’t even flinch.
Keeps talking about supply routes like there isn’t a giggling toddler poking his cheek on live cam.
Later?
He finds out you recorded it.
You send him the clip labeled:
“POV: You’re a villain and your child is your boss.”
He replies with one word:
“Traitor.”
Phase Two: Crow Brooch Chaos
You’re in the middle of folding laundry when your kid comes sprinting in, giggling with something clenched in one hand.
Minutes later, you hear Sylus’s voice—flat, deadly.
“Why… are there googly eyes on my crow?”
You don’t even look up. “Balance. Every villain needs a little whimsy.”
He turns to your kid. “Did you do this?”
“Team effort,” they chirp.
Sylus glares at the glittery-eyed brooch sitting on his chest.
Then sighs.
And doesn’t take it off.
Until hours later.
(He leaves it on his desk. Keeps looking at it.)
Phase Three: Tactical Sabotage
He walks into the war room.
Finds the giant wall map—his map—covered in crayon scribbles.
He blinks.
“Did someone… add butterflies to the Northern quadrant?”
Your kid: “It needed joy.”
You: “And balance.”
He stands there in silence.
Then mutters: “You’ve both become a security threat.”
You blow him a kiss.
That night, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, jacket off, tie loose.
You crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. “Did we push you too far today?”
He grumbles something unintelligible.
Then rests his forehead against yours.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
You kiss him slow. “We know.”
He exhales.
“…You’re not going to stop, are you?”
“Nope.”
Your kid shouts from the hallway: “TOMORROW YOU’RE GETTING GLITTER STICKERS!”
He closes his eyes. Bends his head to your shoulder.
And mutters:
“I should’ve stayed in the shadows.”
(He never means it.)
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blackeneddeatheye · 5 months ago
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全自動フジカ・富士フィルム
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pvtpunsart · 21 days ago
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ohhh… more future brains and brawn content… i yearn…
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they are Here!!!!!!
I misread the prompt!!!! In my defense I drew this last night at like. 1. And I work at 7
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