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fruityumbrella · 2 months

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one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.

keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.

"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right now—"

"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.

"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I was—"

"No, you—"

"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.

"You said six seas," Sanji states.

Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.

"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."

And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.

"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."

Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.

Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.

"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.

Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"

Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.

"And?"

Zoro holds up his index finger.

"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."

He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.

"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"

Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.

"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.

"Well yeah, but that's different. You're—" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.

"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.

#i see that in fic sometimes where theyll say like. 'for seas sake' or smth similiar and its like. so unnecessary honestly. not in a mean way #i think theres this misguided notion of like 'oh people in this fantasy world wouldnt say 'oh my god' bc they dont have God' but #1. yes they do conceptually 2. theres absolutely christians in op anyway. mihawk wears a cross for some reason. kuma lived in a church! cmo #3. other cultures (source: me) use god as a swear as well sbhdns #ANYWAY not the point of this post. i am just holding a sickly sweet scene in my hands like a baby bird i need to put it somewhere #lest i be tempted to shove it into a grounded fic and ruin the vibe entirely #always soooo embarrassing to write (let alone share) smth so cheesy but i think esp bc i know its SO ooc for zoro.#well whatever he gets a break from being his real authentic uptight unromantic jackass self its ok. be cutesy dw about it<3 #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #vtxt

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year

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still unwell over the prospect of Howdy slowly putting the pieces together and having a complete mental breakdown over it. Laughingstock edition!

#i have a whole Scene in my mind...#he loses it!! he very much loses his marbles!!!#he has all the pieces but he doesnt know how they fit and hes falling apart!#howdy: ohhhhh none of this is real #howdy: ....hm....#howdy: alrighty im gonna lose my shit now #IT HAS POTENTIAL OK I SWEAR #scribble garnish #laughingstock #welcome home #brain wants me to write an outline for a fic centered on this #not - not laughingstock. not really it'd be Neutral and as canon compliant as i can manage #but oughhhhhhh the potentiallllllll #i really do feel like he's in a good place to glimpse behind the curtain #i take the caterpillar. i whip him around like a neanderthal with a palm frond #if you can't get puppet breakdowns from the store home-made is fine #from the store *Yet.#sighing dreamily as i consider the prospect of future updates having the beloved puppets lose their absolute minds <3 #cant wait for things to go south For Them <3 #i hope it genuinely disturbs me <3

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turtleblogatlast · 6 months

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Something I like about Leo is that he’s honestly really chill? It’s easy to remember the moments where he’s being obnoxious or excitable but I feel like most of the time he’s incredibly “go with the flow” and has an overall affable demeanor.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #Genuinely speaking I feel like said demeanor is incredibly useful for when he has to charm and/or persuade people into listening to him#I have a whole post talking about Leo’s charm and how he consistently gets people to hear him out even if he’s annoyed or upset them #like they’ll still listen to what he has to say in full #his charisma stat is real and utilized quite often in this series I swear he’s not just a loser cringeboy all the time 😭#if he wants to persuade and/or charm then he honestly sooo often does #me listing the 400th reason why Leo grows up to be the worlds best ninja and a good 365 of those reasons are Leo’s various subterfuge skill #Like most episodes where he’s not the main focus (and even many where he is)#he’s a voice of reason who notices things quickly and is often the one taking point to talk down situations #something interesting I found between Leo and Mikey is that #Mikey tells people what they need to hear #Leo tells people what they want to hear #not only out of his own agenda either #when bullhop was wrecking their home leo was the one that negotiated to make the situation go smoother #even if he would have rather bullhop left #meanwhile Mikey is the one who bluntly tells things as it is #small character moment that means a lot to me #Mikey is an honest boy who is upfront about his feelings #Leo prefers to let people make their own decisions he wants them to through steering the convo in that direction #but he is easily cowed by guilt #regardless leo is a people person - he knows how to talk to them and how to manipulate/persuade #and I like that his bros know this and often push him forward to do the talking if they wanna charm someone into doing what they want #I think Leo’s hope speeches are also an example of this - he’s saying what people really want to hear (and often it’s ALSO what they NEED)#the further the series goes on the higher Leo’s inner stress rises and he just keeps that chill aura anyway #there’s a reason!!! he wanted to go to a SPA so badly!!#literally the first thing he does when he gets in is rest #no joke meditation would do him good? like- it’s a Leo thing and I genuinely think rise leo would be no different here

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murk888 · 6 months

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Aro 👉👈

I DIDN'T HAVE MY TWILIGHT STAGE IN TIME, OKAY?!? Now I watch the films while dying from laughter most of the time, their faces I can't-

MICHAEL SHEEN >>>>> 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

#i liked frollo and snape what did i/you expect..#GUYS. GUYS. HEAR ME OUT-#sketch #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #twilight #twilight saga #volturi #aro volturi #michael sheen #one word about me having father issues and i will fucking kill everyone in the room and then myself #jk i know i have them☠️#mommy issues too #bruh #sorry spamton lovers #its human time #or vampire time?#кровосися короче #hahahaaa i will suck your di- blood i mean blood #drawing characters who are extremely rarely liked #again #it happens every time i swear #spamton is the exception #he's popular and liked by lots of people fr #true big shot indeed #no but real Aro is nuts tbh #everyone who I like is!☠️ so I just change their characters to my own liking (and suddenly everyone becomes psychologically healthy hmmm)#be cringe be free #have a nice day everyone

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taddymason · 6 months

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Imagine how sad it is that Jay doesn't even remember his parents, he doesn't know his own age, or his birthday. He's been all alone for years since he can't trust anyone enough with his secret and no one cares about anything but work. He's stuck in a job he hates but knows nothing else.

yeah, I have many thoughts about him…

Also go watch this video please it's literally Amnesiac Jay

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#I swear I can't put all my thoughts about his appearance in order #on the one hand I expected him to be more asshole for spending so much time in the Administration #and I really don't think they will make him a real threat because he barely knows how to control his powers and is just scared/confused #And its fine #the poor lonely scared bastard #jay ninjago #jay walker #ninjago jay #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago fanart #Ninjago dragons rising #Ninjago spoilers #Ninjago dragons rising spoilers #ninjago #I swear that if they give him a least one badass scene in part 2 like they did with Kai I will be able to die in peace

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mewtwo24 · 9 months

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I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.

Turns out that was a perilous mistake.

Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me

What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:

LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"

The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--

How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls

And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:

Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.

Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)

Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:

Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me

Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:

I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.

And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...

I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.

How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.

Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.

#svsss #bingqiu #moshang #i swear to god this series is just 'gay man who doesn't know shit inflicting his delusional reality on everyone else and inciting chaos'#and literally it's slapstick levels of hilarious every single time; mxtx never change #also i fully agree that we did not get NEARLY enough mobei-jun and sqh/airplane content #the amount of mental illness to mental illness communication going on there was astonishing #mobei-jun being afraid of his uncle and bringing sqh because that's the only person he trusts fully (WAILING NOISES)#sqh having a tantrum but running away because for the first time he was honest about his needs + his dissatisfaction with catering to other #how that reflects his narrative compulsions and how he felt forced to warp more creative story paths for the sake of survival as a writer #how sqq's restoration of much of his original intent--as well as mobei-jun's acceptance of his needs--helps airplane begin to heal #how his happiness begins; how just like sqq he wanders in such confusion and denial before he's forced to realize what truly matters to him #SHREK VOICE: STORIES HAVE. L A Y E R S #it feels like modern day shakespeare and when i say that i don't mean it in a hollow elevating sense i mean it more like #mxtx just hits that perfect balance of poignance but also hilarious concentric circles of botched communication and brainworms #okay but real talk for a minute? .........;-;#the way lbh constantly struggles with such a crushing feeling that he'll be abandoned over any little mishap/thing/problem #really hit me where it hurts??? if only because its so clearly an anxiety that stems from original goods' upbringing #the way it becomes even more heartrending when you think back to all the sect leaders clamoring that he should have been killed as an infan #that he should have been aborted as a fetus--insisting right in front of him that his birth was a mistake and a disgrace #over having demon blood in his veins. like my god that scene is so viscerally upsetting i struggle to read it #the way its so easy to see the demons as a manifestation of otherness in precipitated form #how both sqq and sqh are influenced by human rhetoric without evening meaning to--assuming the worst against their better judgment #how both sqq and sqh both struggle with their own otherness in different ways and only find solace when they begin to accept who they are #how their lovers (lbh and mbj respectively) both are willing to navigate those confusing waters with them #how both demons love them as they are--accept them as they are despite how difficult forgiveness of perceived betrayal is for them #ty mxtx for changing my brain chemistry #as i get older i have such a fondness for the messiness of thematic queer self-discovery and growth into self-acceptance #that and how youth can so easily be defined by perfectionistic self-harm and the violence of repression

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ywpd-translations · 24 days

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Ride 787: The back that was pushed!!

Pag 1

1: Packed with the passion of everyone in Sohoku... a full throttle injection of will-power!!

Pag 2

1: Iitsuka-san!!

Goo Fukuoka!!

Oh, Tomaribata!!

Fukuoka, take the mountain!!

2: What about Hakogaku's Manami!?

3: Don't worry about him. He did catch up to me but then suddenly stopped

When I shouted at him, he closed his eyes and fell silent!!

4: Is it because he found out that Iitsuka-san is Fukuoka Josei's “mountain shogun”?

Yeah, probably!!

Amazing!!

5: Let's take the lead now!!

Ahead there's also Fujiwara-san from the Kyuushu team Kumadai!!

6: But anyway for a moment I was so scared....

Pag 3

1: When Hakogaku sent ahead their ace Manami!!

2: I can hear it

4: The first day's mountain prize!! Let's take it, at our hometown's Inter High!!

5: Wait....!!

6: “The sound of wheels”? “He's catching up”?

Could it be that Manami is waiting for someone?

Pag 4

1: And that's why he slowed down....!?

2: Raise your pace, Tomaribata!!

4: We're still at the start of the mountain, if we use up our legs here....

It's fine, we'll establish a good distance now

Huh!? But

Think, idiot!! If you think about it, you'll get it!! The person Manami slowed his legs down to wait for....

Pag 5

1: It's Sohoku's “Mountain King”!!

Pag 8

1: Mountain King!!

2: Fo-fo-for the first day's mountain!?

Why even the Mountain King, even the Mountain King!!

I don't know!! I don't know but that doesn't change the reality!!

3: Last year so many times we couldn't race each other

So I thought that maybe this year too...

4: What do I do if he doesn't come, I thought....

5: I was scared

6: For a while I couldn't even open my eyes

Pag 9

2: I caught up

4: Thank god it's real!!

Pag 10

1: You came, Sakamichi-kun

Yeah!! Manami-kun!!

Pag 11

1: Can we race?

2: Yes!!

Pag 12

3: Everyone in the team pushed my back!!

Pag 13

1: Onoda-kun!!

2: He should have caught up with Manami around now!!

3: Onoda-san!!

4: Hahaha!!

5: Back-gate slope-senpai!!

6: At full throttle!!

At full throttle!!

Run!!

Please run!!

Pag 14

1: Nghh...!!

2: “Nghhh” it's right!!

3: Ahaha

Hahaha

They're suddenly laughing, let's raise our pace!!

Yes!!

4: It was during your training camp on our first year

5: When we raced for the first time

6: I remember I was so excited when I heard that our names were “Sakamichi” and “Sangaku”

It's the perfect combo!!

Pag 15

1: I was surprised you didn't even have your feet fastening on

We stopped at the summer house and talked

2: We were so free back then!!

We didn't have any responsibility, not teams nor jerseys!!

3: Ahaha

4: When you're in second and third year the things you have to do increases so much....

5: I'd throw this “captain” title away anytime!!

Hahaha I get it, it's difficult for me too

Pag 16

1: If someone on my team heard that they would get angry

Doubashi-kun especially would get angry!!

Sounds scary...

4: You're wearing the number “3”

Ah, yeah, uhm, we talked with everyone on the team

Huh.... on official races the winner of the previous year should wear the number “1”

5: I see, leave it to me then

I'll push through, hahaha!!

Thank you!!

Is.. is that alright?

Waa, Pierre-sensei is so reliable!!

6: Your teacher....!!

Then...

7: Yeah, “3” like Makishima-san's “173”

Pag 17

1: I'm also wearing Toudou-san's number “13”

2: “Sleeping beauty”!!

Kuah!! Toudou!!

Pag 18

1: That day, the first day of the Inter High two years ago

2: While we were pulling the team, I imagined those two fighting for the mountain prize....

3: I'm sure they must be having fun

Fighting until you're empty

It can't not be fun!!

4: We can't go right now, but let's do it

A fight until the last drop, until our limits!!

Yeah!!

5: We promised to race

Today may be the day to truly make that wish....

Pag 19

1: come true!!

Pag 20

1: Our third year, the last Inter High

2: The first day.... a fight to compete only for the colored bib

3: The purity of this race is infinitely high!!

4: Yeah!!

Pag 21

5: Let's do it, Manami-kun!!

Pag 22

2: I've been waiting to hear those words!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 787 #THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #pag 15 is the cutest thing ever #MANAMI IS SO EXCITED!! LOOK AT HIM BEING SO HAPPY!!!#he couldnt even open his eyes at first bc he was scared it wasnt real and onoda wouldnt be there #EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY #i love this so much you have no idea #manami being like 'id throw away the title of captain tbh' and onoda being like 'yeah i get it mood' lmao #i love seeing how their friendship goes both way #bc we always see onoda liking manami so much ya know #like hes the one whos always thinking about him etc #while manami takes 3 months to reply to him via text lmao but thats just manami being manami #i swear if kiji or midosuji crush this sansaka date imma throw hands #(i know it will probably happen tbh)#oh another thing! THE PARALLELS!! man i love parallels so much and the fact that theyre paralleling exactly maki-chan and toudou is #making me emotional #and also it makes me think that the end of this ih will parallel the first one meaning the two finalists will be first years #like roku vs tobirama and roku will win! wishful thinking? perhaps!! who knows!!#anyway the urge to write a sansaka fic after this chapter is strong. specifically some sort of 5+1 fic

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caycanteven · 11 days

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Listen... LISTEN...

#sebastiansolace #pressure #roblox pressure #my art #caycantdoodle #cay is very much #struggling to maintain #herself #cause #solace #Sebastian solace is very much plaguing the edges of my mind.#I'm a monster lover lets be real #i swear this was expected knowing what i like #I MEAN LOOK AT HIM?#he's so grungy and wicked and such a bastard #I'm gonna fucking kiss him.

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triglycercule · 1 month

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sleep deprived dust can't recognize what's dream and what's real when he goes in and out of consciousness so i think dust is allowed to be incredibly reckless when he's awake but thinks he's in a dream. he will kill whoever passes by him (or attempt to. for him it's an instict to shoot bones anyways.) he will drink 4 bottles of alcohol just because he thinks its just a lucid dream. have incredibly loud conversations with phantom paps because he's asleep so nobody will hear him talk. or just have loud ass breakdowns because again he thinks he's asleep!!! nobody's gonna know what he gets up to in his dreams. and until someone (probably phantom paps) tells him that he's not asleep and this is reality he won't realize until he's done something really reckless

horror is seconds away from exploding dust's skull open with his magic while dust is trying to strangle him and FINALLY phantom paps tells him he's awake and dust snaps out of it. killer is walking around the house with bones sticking out of him like pins on a sewing pattern (casually too. another day in the life for him) and he just asks dust what that was about. dust just gets off of horror and shrugs his shoulders with an idk. and then walks away. this is the 6th time its happened this month

#horror needs to find a way for him to get back at dust for almost killing him #horror IMMEDIATELY booby traps dust's room's door with several fatal traps. and then dust just teleports away to dodge them #horrors incredibly cool bone manipulation power is incredibly underrated. neither dust nor killer can do what he does #when i say people underestimate just how powerful horror is i mean this #he has MANY shows of power where he summons a shitton of bones. or when he's clever and tricky #using tiny bones so his karma can hit the guards more and kill them faster??? GENIUS #granted kist could definitely think of something like that but that doesn't mean horror's a coughing baby #ok back to my original post. i came up with this after doing my little dusttale translation thing #dust is such a fucking asshole during it all istg and i whooped and cheered every time he was a fucking dick #when he doesn't know what to do when in doubt destroy everything you see. what a guy #he'd definitely be a lot smarter than that in real situations but again #he came up with that strategy while he was under the impression that he was in a dream #so i do think this little prick can be quite an unrestrained destructive force when he doesn't know whats real or not #can i just talk more about translated dust because GODDDD he was SO FUCKING COOL IN MAD TIME SERIES I SWEAR #when he plucked floweys petals off him one by one???? and then berated him??? and the nursing home comment??????? fuck i lov him #can you please unspill the spilled blod??? sick ass line. i think he knew from the start he was gonna betray flowey in that one #god i love canon dust so much he's such a sadistic shit. and he likes it. what a freak. HE LIKES IT #the only person he outwardly expressed regret about killing was papyrus. you'd think he'd care more about everyone else but NOPE #or maybe he did in the earlier runs. still doesn't hide from the fact that he was cruel to everyone else. because thats dusttale 4 you #youre on death row and theyve sentenced you to endless torture and then the mtt pulls up #listen man if i were on death row and they were my torturers id let them do whatever. my babies can get back at me for making them suffer #canon horrordust my beloved i love canon horror and dust #idk if killer in this is like totally canon but idc. it's such a funny idea to make him unbothered when he's injured its hilarious #horror and dust's personal little punching bag ✨✨#killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #murder time trio #utmv #tricule hc

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 1 year

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Beggin’

(Broadchurch) Alec Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: Alec has no concept of time and barges in Y/N’s house to investigate. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, face riding/sitting, oral sex (f receiving), slight praise, no beta we die like his heart

She'd just come out of the shower, hair up in a half hearted bun. Y/N was exhausted, the current case was on her mind. A murder, that was evident. The victim was an old woman in her home, a single gunshot to the chest and her house ransacked. But it didn't look right.

As she changed into some comfy short shorts and an oversized Elvis Presley t-shirt, she visualized the scene in her head. It just wasn't right. She remembered a little purple jewelry box up near the dresser, and it didn't appear to be opened. She made a mental note to check that out, along with the neighbors alibi and how sound could transfer in a duplex.

Of course she knew when she agreed to be a Detective Sergeant that it was going to be time consuming, that this career would become you to an extent. And she wanted that. After she accidentally stumbled into this career and saw her first scene, she knew that was what she wanted with her life. But she hadn't realized that that would mean when she does even the most basic functions, her brain would be so wholly preoccupied. She took her hair out, brushed her teeth, pulled the covers down then went to turn out the lights before climbing into them. And all throughout it, she was speculating about silencers and times of death.

Her head had barely hit the pillow before she heard a banging at her front door. She laid there for a moment, contemplating her options. It was either some tragedy has happened or some idiot come to hurt her. And quite frankly she knew she could hold her own. Y/N wasn't a fool, she wasn't going to go answer it without precaution. She quickly went and retrieved a bread knife from the kitchen before going to the door.

The knife was in position when she opened it. Instead of finding some craved criminal, or even some sobbing family member, she found her boyfriend/boss with a box of papers.

"Alec? It's one in the morning."

His eyes narrowed at the sight of her. He looked tired, but he did always look just a little tired. His hair was messed up and his beard just a touch scruffy.

"I don't trust Anderson."

"What?" She asked. He didn't answer as he walked into her house and deposited the box of files on her kitchen table. She didn't mind Alec coming over, hell she loved the chance to see him, but this was all a little unprompted for her.

"Y/N, didya get anything on Imogen Walker? I don't like her. I also don't like this bloke, who does he think he is? Fucking hell," Alec started pulling stuff out to work on.

Y/N wanted to protest, but she also knew that she wasn't going to get much sleep even if she tried. This was at least productive and she got to spend time with him. She grabbed a blanket from the living room, wrapped it around herself, and sat down at the table.

"Imogen has a few misdemeanors but nothing of this caliber, nothing that would suggest murder." She said, "As for Gary, he did have a stay in the hospital back in his twenties for mental illness. I requested the documents for the diagnosis and behavior during the stay but they probably won't come in until later today or tomorrow. I think you need to focus on her niece, her alibi is shaky at best."

If Y/N focused on DI Alec Hardy's face, she might have seen the shadow of a smile on his lips that he quickly hid with other possible motives and questions. He'd never say so, but he loved these moments. The times when he could share what he was truly passionate about with someone that he truly loved ... Those moments were the best. All he would need was Daisy cracking jokes in the corner for this moment to be complete.

It was long after the sun came up before Y/N finally decided to make some tea for the two of them. She told Alec who grumbled a one worded response she didn't bother to try and understand. Maybe it was Alec or the case, but she strangely wasn't tired. Her mind kept whirling with all the possibilities and she enjoyed the time with Alec.

"Y/N! Do you have the SOCO reports from the car in there?" Hardy called to her. "I need to call -"

He stopped, looking at her from above his glasses, his lips still perched out from his words that fell forgotten. She gave him a strange look, placing the two cuppas down on the table then passing him the SOCO report he'd wanted. Yet he still stared, didn't even bother to say a word. "Hardy?"

DI Alec Hardy was not a man of many words, but when he needed to use words he always had the right thing to say. Or at least he believed it to be the right thing to say. But now, in a moment when words would definitely be helpful, he had nothing. He just stared like a man gone wild. Y/N didn't even know what he was staring at, and she shifted awkwardly on her feet. Which drew extra attention.

"Alec? What're you looking at?"

He seemed to snap out of it, shoving his glasses up his nose and glancing back down at the paper. Y/N didn't know what to make of it, but thought perhaps he was exhausted. She pulled the kitchen chair to her, putting a leg on either side so she could rest her chest on the back of it while she read. And yet again, she looked up to see his warm brown eyes trapped on her and her body.

"Alec?" He didn't answer. "Alec! What's going on?"

Alec adjusted in his seat and said calmly, "nothing."

"Bull."

"Nothing is wrong. Can we continue?"

She felt silly for a moment, maybe she was exaggerating. Then she propped a leg on the chair and she saw his eyes wander again. Okay enough was enough. "Alec, what the hell?"

"Y/N-"

"Oh ho, don't Y/N me to try and get out of answering my question. What's got you looking at me at all weird?"

A pink started to spread on his cheeks and ears, but he looked away. No way, she thought. There's no way 'shitface' just blushed. Yes they'd been dating and she knew he was more than that nickname, but sometimes the occasion calling for it. Like when was blushing early in the morning for no reason, and she'd never seen him blush unless they were making love. Oh. Oh. Her eyes widened, and she felt a little smile on her lips. She stood up slowly, watching the way he tried to fight his gaze from following after.

"Alec, anything you want to tell me?" Y/N went and sat down on the edge of the table in front of him. He swallowed.

"Don't laugh."

"Darling, I would never laugh."

He rolled his eyes and looked away, not having the strength to say it while looking at her. He swiped his glasses off and groaned. "I... those shorts. I really like those shorts."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was not quite the answer she was expecting. "The shorts?"

"Your thighs, they... I like seeing them."

Her mouth fell open in a little o, adjusting her legs slightly as though thinking about them meant she had to move them. He likes her thighs, enough to distract him from work. Alec saw this reaction and immediately flushed darker, "you think I'm stupid."

"Gosh, no, no, no not at all," she said, "I just didn't know."

He still seemed embarrassed. Alec grabbed his glasses and shoved them back on his face, going to grab his work again. But Y/N felt bad, she certainly hadn't meant it like that, she would never shame him for something in the bedroom. She just wanted to know. And she found it very sweet that he found her so attractive. It made her feel sexy.

With a gentle touch she made him set his paper down. He looked with wide eyes. Y/N moved with slow, deliberate movements so Alec could take the time to digest it all. She carefully climbed onto his chair until her thighs were straddling him in his seat, though she hovered above him. She could see his adam's apple bob up and down as she placed her weight on him, leaning forward to take his glasses off. They were so close she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks. She smiled, "hi."

His large hands came to rest on her thighs almost instinctively, squeezing the flesh there. From under her, she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against his pants. It made her rock her hips just slightly to meet it. He let out a hiss, grip tightening. She quite liked him holding her there, the way he ran his hands down the length of her thighs with a tight grip. He cherished them.

"Y/N..." he murmured, eyes half shut as he lifted a hand to cup her jaw. She leaned in and captured his lips with her own, exploring the kiss and grinding against his hips as he branded her with his touch. She always loved the feeling of his kisses, the way he fell into her touch like it was instinctual. His jaw was always delightfully scratchy and she loved to run her fingers along his beard.

When they broke and their foreheads fell against each other, each gasping for breath, he spoke softly. "Darling.. I have a request."

Alec didn't often ask for much in the bedroom. Y/N certainly wasn't trying to prevent him, he just tended to stay quiet. So she pressed a soft kiss to his scratchy beard and nodded for him to continue. He swallowed nervously before continuing, "I've this fantasy. I've only had it for you."

Alec got embarrassed sometimes when talking about sex. Oh sure, he was great during the act. But he always treated any fantasies or ideas as something stupid and silly. But Y/N didn't think that, she wanted to make it pleasurable for the both of them. If he was willing to do things for her, then she would be willing to do things for him. In a voice that came out far huskier than she intended, she said, "I want to hear it."

"I, I want you to sit on my face."

Her eyebrows shot up and she pulled away to look at him, to check that was what he wanted. His flush got darker and he tried to turn away, but she grabbed his face before he could. The corner of her mouth quirked up, "Alec Hardy, even in your fantasies you want to go down on me. Are you sure that's what you want?"

He nodded vigorously, his gaze intense. She nodded an affirmation and got off, offering a hand for him to take as she guided him into the bedroom. "Tell me where you want us."

Alec nodded. He began to take off his clothing, tossing them on the chair in the corner. Then he got onto the bed near the headboard and told you to strip as well. Here came the part he got excited about, even if excited for Alec meant a pair of wild eyebrows lifted high.

Now naked, Y/N went from the edge of the bed and crawled up to him, showing off her assets. He took a deep shaking breath. She situated herself so her cunt was right above Alec's head, thighs already shaking slightly but she was determined to stay above. Then she felt his hands grab at the back of her thighs, pulling her down.

"Alec!" She squealed, "I can't! What if I hurt you?"

"Hurt you?" He asked in an incredulous way, as though the thought was the furthest thing from his mind. "How could you hurt me?"

"My weight on you.."

He answered what he believed to be a silly question with a silly answer, and dragged her down squarely on his mouth. She laughed a little as she settled, but his hot tongue on her clit was enough to distract her to silence. Well, not silence, but certainly not laughter.

This was a sensation unlike any she'd had. Alec had gone down on her before and it was bloody fantastic, she always left panting and delirious with pleasure. But this seemed to open a whole new wave of sensations. He came into it with a crazed intensity, yearning to taste every part of her he could. His touch was everywhere, hot as it skimmed over her skin and seared her. His lips were plush as they parted to let his tongue slide along her folds, tasting her. That delightful beard was going to cause a rash tomorrow morning but she didn't care as she rocked her hips to meet his tongue's ministrations.

She tasted like sweat and sex and everything good in the world, if he could bottle it up he would. Though in the back of his mind he knew Y/N worried about crushing him with her weight, it was that sensation of being fully engulfed by her that he was so attracted to. Those burning thighs were right by his head, holding him there and clenching with each stroke of pleasure. He held onto them tightly, letting her know just how much he enjoyed it. It was better than just regular oral, it was deeper and intimate. One look up at her was enough to make him shudder and hold her tighter. She looked like a goddess, head thrown back with those raspy little moans pouring from her. Her breasts heaved on her chest, begging to be touched. If he died then and there, with the image of her above him, he'd die a very happy man.

Y/N gasped his name over and over, rolling her hips and meeting his expert tongue. He was everywhere, scorching all of her. Alec’s touch was making her dizzy with pleasure and if she wasn’t careful she’d never leave her spot here. That coil inside of her started to tighten, twisting as tingles were sent all throughout her body. She could feel her orgasm coming, tightening and tightening until with a sobbing gasp she came on Alec Hardy’s tongue.

He never stopped for one second, just lapping at her oversensitive clit until he could feel her coming down from her high. Then he adjusted, helping guide her down his body so he was sitting and she was straddling him. She melted against his chest, head in the crook between his shoulder and neck, breaths uneven.

“Oh my god,” she said finally.

Alec kissed her forehead and rubbed her back, “thank you, darling.”

She gave him a thumbs up, “you tell me all your fantasies, love, because holy fuck.”

Alec nodded, “duly noted.”

“Shut up,” she said, burying her face deeper into him with a smile.

#broadchurch #broadchurch fanfiction #i’m happy the 12 of you who read broadchurch fics will enjoy this #alec hardy #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy fanfic #Alec Hardy is shy and bad at asking for what he wants #but we love him anyway #no beta we die like danny #damn that’s harsh #fanfic #shenandoah I long to stop Becca from reading this fic #no one will get that reference but them and if you do get it I swear you do not know me in real life #I don’t exist I am a figment of your imagination like Alec’s mental health #we don’t exist

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urproblematicfav-arsonk · 2 months

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Me: what's going on with this Neil Gaiman thing?? Better look into it I guess-

Them: oh yeah :////// he actually made a post years ago that he thinks people policing fiction will be the death of art and that people shouldn't hate on or attempt to ban dark or taboo fiction.

Me:

Them: he also sexually abused 2 women under his employment– BUT THE TUMBLR POST THO

Me: and why exactly, didn't we start with the ACTUAL CRIMES and not a fucking tumblr post??

#i swear to god #the mix of fanon policing and actual irl problems and crimes is going to kill me one day #idk whats actually going on. I've seen more complaints about his tumblr posts/how he wrote his smut scenes then the actual accusations #pls stop lumping these 2 things together. its demeaning to irl victims and real pain #from what I've gathered tho he's kinda definitely gross and sucks #never know what people do in their spare time #neil gaiman #neil gaiman allegations #proship

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freebooter4ever · 8 days

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old article i read during lunch ...

#malkin #as much as i like to think of myself as observant #i think i still underestimate geno #but it's also why he is so fascinating #there are a lot of layers behind those pretty brown eyes #you can see it in his expressions and wonder about it #but it sounds like not too many people actually get to know the real man underneath #i do think there is a difference between being shy and reserved though #geno seems to me like a combination of both at different times in different circumstances #i like it #he's incredibly endearing...with each new thing I read or hear about him i swear to god

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deathnguts · 3 months

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@bartylusmicrofic

Prompt 5: joint

(Sorry this is late)

CW: minors doing and selling drugs (just weed, which was not legal in Scotland in the 70s, but cmon it’s just weed), brief mention of domestic abuse (just a joke about Barty’s shitty dad)

Barty never really cared about the stigma surrounding non-muggleborn wizards being involved with muggle shit. If muggles made something he wanted, he’d take it. Who the fuck cared who made it? He smoked muggle cigarettes, lit them with muggle lighters, listened to muggle music, and dressed like a muggle punk. Who was gonna stop him?

But what he hadn’t done (yet) was muggle drugs. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it until he found out that the hufflepuff Evan liked so much was selling muggle shit.

So Barty, being the open minded connoisseur that he is, bothered Evan to get him some until he got annoyed enough to do it.

Barty was waiting on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He decided he regretted not going with Evan because having nothing to do but wait was so much worse than having to witness Evan flirt with a guy who probably didn’t even know boys could kiss other boys. But he didn’t have to wait much longer after that thought before Evan strolled into the room and threw a small bag, filled with something that looked like moss, onto his chest with a little too much force to be friendly.

“Woah, no need to get violent, Rosie.” Barty whined as he sat up, watching the little bag slide down into his lap.

Evan scoffed and rolled his eyes, “you can take being beat by your dad, you can take a bag of grass.”

Judging by how sunny Evan was being, Barty figured the flirting had gone very well. But Evan had bought him drugs so he would be quiet today. How sweet of a friend he was.

“Where’s Reg?” Evan asked over his shoulder as he flopped on his back onto Regulus’ empty bed.

“Where do you think?” Barty answered with his own eye roll as he opened the little bag. Regulus could be found in one of two places during his entire stay at Hogwarts, and that was the dorm and the library. It was a little different now that he had prefect duties, but not really.

A smell that Barty had never smelled anything like before wafted from the bag and he had to resist the urge to cough with how it settled in his throat. He’d smoked before, he shouldn’t cough over a sniff of… whatever this was.

“You don’t snort it, idiot.” Evan called.

“I wasn’t, idiot.”

“Well then what were you gonna do, idiot?”

Barty decided to be quiet then, on his own volition and not at all because he couldn’t answer.

Evan chuckled like the bastard he was and rolled over on his stomach to face Barty. “Alright, gimme the bag and a book you don’t care about.”

“… what the fuck did you two do?” Regulus grumbled, tucking his nose under his sleeve to hide it from the offending scent choking up their dorm.

Barty, honest to Circe, could not find it in his muddled brain to answer.

“Just some down time, Reg,” Evan answered for him. He seemed to be handling the smoke a lot better than Barty, considering he could talk all and good despite currently smoking even more than Barty had.

Barty watched Regulus sigh and drop his bag at the foot of his bed, next to Evan’s feet. “You’re on my bed.”

“Uh-huh.” Evan hummed as he took another drag.

“Move, you high bastard.”

“Go lay with Barty. Look how lonely he is.” And then they were both looking over at him and he couldn’t control his face enough to stop staring back. Had he actually blinked in a while? Now that he was thinking about it, he didn’t think so… woah.

“How much did you give him?” Regulus asked as he slipped his fingers into Barty’s hair. When had he gotten close enough to do that? Meh, whatever. Barty wasn’t gonna complain, so he just leaned into the welcome touch. Barty couldn’t help the smile that painted on his face when he nuzzled into Regulus’ hand. He didn’t remember closing his eyes but he was vaguely aware that the only sense that was working was his sense of touch. And hearing. Kind of. Was he underwater?

“I didn’t feed it to him by the spoonful, Reg. He took what he wanted.”

“And that’s unusual?”

“See? You’re catching up.”

“Shut up.”

Barty frowned when Regulus’ hand suddenly disappeared from his hair. Where was he going?

Regulus was chuckling, “oh, calm down.” He grumbled in his own, loving, way “Merlin, don’t pout.”

Regulus’ hand was cupping Barty’s chin and his thumb was running over Barty’s lip ring. If he was pouting before, he certainly wasn’t now.

“He’s on another plane right now, Reggie.” Evan muttered as he took yet another hit.

“You’re on the way.”

“Here’s to hoping.”

There was some shuffling on the bed and when Barty opened his eyes his head was propped onto Regulus’ lap like the world’s greatest pillow. His delicate fingers were combing back through Barty’s hair but Barty wasn’t focused on that anymore. How could he be focused on anything else when he was looking up at his beautiful boyfriend’s beautiful face? Regulus was still talking to Evan but Barty couldn’t hear them. Regulus was so beautiful.

His lips were pink and perfect and Barty knew they were soft. He liked watching them move when he talked. His nose was arched like a Greek god and Barty would offer as many hecatombs as he could if Regulus asked. He had a million moles dotting his milky skin like his own inverse galaxy. BARTY didn’t care much about astrology, but he would if it was about this sky. His eyes were a cold, icy gray that swam with the softest blue. Barty wasn’t an empty headed, drooling flirt or anything, but he could honestly stare into Regulus’ eyes forever and be completely content until he dropped dead and blind. In fact…

He sat up and nudged Regulus to lay back so he could rest his chin on Regulus’ chest and get a better look.

“Oh Salazar.” Piped up Evan with a rumbling laugh deep from his chest. But Barty wasn’t listening because Regulus was laughing too and Barty felt his heart singing in his chest.

“Barty, what-“ he was interrupted by his own giggles. “What are you doing?”

Regulus’ smile was wonderful. The real one. The tight, knowing one that he showed everyone outside his four walls was certainly hot, but he beloved the real thing more. It was private, just for him and those close to his heart, and it was perfect. It bled flush into his cheeks and spread his perfect lips enough that he actually showed his teeth. He was always so careful to hide his teeth, just because he viewed the gap he had between them as unsavory. He thought they were to be hidden. He thought a lot of himself was to be hidden.

Well, more for Barty.

“Looking at you.” He answered far too late with a smile he knew was far too dopey.

Regulus’ laughter continued to shake through his chest while Barty continued to gaze at his beauty like a lovesick puppy. It was nice staring at Regulus when his head was all fuzzy. It felt like Regulus was the only thing he could see.

He liked that. He liked that a lot.

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milolovesbmc · 7 days

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Gruesome Playground Injuries except House is Doug's doctor. That's it. That's the post

#gruesome playground injuries #why was i thinking about this #i genuinely don't know #I think House would absolutely fucking hate him tbh #“Why did you fling yourself off of a roof”#“actually i rode my bike off the roof :P”#“so kid's just stupid. give him injury drug and send him home”#“But Dr House he also has other injury!!!!”#“Gayle you have other injury. how”#“my name's Doug”#“Okay what did you do Daniel”#“Told you. Bike”#It's 7am why am i typing this #help ke #help me #House would absolutely try to psychoanalyze him to figure out why he keeps jumping off roofs #Doug would probably just like. say “for fun” or something #amd they'd try to put him in a psych ward #The entire time Doug is just having the time of his life #and saying “Can i go again??” everytime they put him in one of those MRI machines #or give him stitches #i don't know #i think I'm funny sometimes #this is so obscure and niche I'm actually losing it #Anyways the real gpi-ers will like an subscribe for more stupid content!!!!#Art coming soon i swear!!!!!#house md #doug gpi

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veinsfullofstars · 7 months

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⚔️ How ‘bout a li'l training montage? 🏹

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Shadow Kirby honing his battle skills with various different Copy Abilities, feat. Dark Meta Knight and Shadow Dedede. More detailed descriptions below the cut. END ID.)

Part 1 | Part 2 (here!)

So I keep thinking about how Shadow Kirby is confirmed in canon to be just as powerful and capable as regular Kirby, so long as he can push past his own reluctance and fears. Then I started thinking about the unique color palette he has for the Fighters games, if that could be a sort of visual indicator of him reaching that full potential. Then I started thinking about who was around to teach him these skills, and the differences in their techniques, and how SD’s treatment of SK might be vastly different from DMK, and how that affects the relationship that DMK & SD might have, and how it all ties in to the sociopolitical climate of the Mirror World as a whole, and oh stars dammit am I making another AU again???

On an unrelated note, screw the Mirror World for giving everyone in it just the most annoying color palettes to shade. Grays on grays on grays and sometimes red but mostly grays. I am languishing in render hell and ready to move on to the next one thank you. Too many headcanons - not enough time or hands or energy.

UPDATE 03/01/24: Changed SK's eyes to purple instead of blue, and changed DMK's cape from gray to dark red.

Started 11/7/23, finished 11/16/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 11/16/23.

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Image descriptions

Top left: SK in Ninja gear, facing left, looking focused and holding out his katana, imitating DMK standing beside him in a similar pose with his own sword.

Top middle: SK in Archer gear, leaping up to fire an arrow from his bow.

Top right: SK in Bomb gear - also sporting his darker swirl coloration from Kirby Fighters - winking and sticking his tongue out as he tosses a bomb towards the viewer.

Middle: SK - in Wrestler gear with KF colors - delivering a strong leaping kick to a wooden training dummy, while DMK & SD observe in the background. SD stands with arms crossed and eyes narrowed, his mouth pulled into a sinister, calculating grin. DMK stands at his side, wrapped in his cape with eyes hidden in the shadows of his mask, a pensive ellipsis over his head.

Bottom left: SK facedown on the floor with a cross of bandages on his head, exhausted from training. DMK’s hand awkwardly comes in from off-screen, placing a bottle of Energy Drink beside him.

Bottom right: SK powering up into his KF form, fists clenched, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a roar, an aura of purple-black flame flickering around him.)

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