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[funkkiestduck]

Heyy :9

I'm new here but quick intro; my name is Metro and I'm an artist who branches out to multiple different artstyles but a lot of my art is inspired by the 2000s in particular :3

I've migrated from tiktok as Funkkiestduck so a lot of my stuff is still on there, these are some of my favourite drawingss :

[gettxngled]

Mini intro for my side blog all about me!

Hi I’m Tangle, a system primary

Any pronouns are fine, idc what you call me lol

Literally could call me a fleece blanket and I’d be okay with it, a little confused, but okay with it

Im technically ageless but I’m adult oriented, so there’s that too

There’s this too, come say hi

[j3lly-syst3m]

haiiiiii X333

1st post but errmmm

mini intro be4 the official :3

we collectively go by kan or jeli!

we're bodily 17 and are a artist!

this blog will be v random and stuff :3 but there will be art posts so stay tuned X3

[salarymanwaka]

[chocobje]

Hi I made another AU

edit: Okay can we all agree to ignore the fact I didn't realize it was in the wrong order until 10 minutes later thanks

edit 2: OH MY GOD IT WAS STILL IN THE WRONG ORDER THIS WAS UP FOR A FEW DAYS NOW I'M SOBBING

Captions for the text under cut incase:

ENTRY #■■■

"So, in Gardenview we have these revival machines for Toons. Death among Toons is normal for us. It's not that big of a deal since the humans can just bring us back."

"(Toon Handlers encouraged us to minimize death, especially when we're with kids.)"

"The revival machines would always bring us back as if nothing has happened. Memories intact and everything. When the humans left us— Gardenview, oddly enough, still had power. So the machines still worked. But overtime, they started acting up..."

"One day, the machines worked automatically by itself. Seems like whenever a Toon revives they grew more sick... Then Violent."

"I'm unsure what causes the ichor to be so harmful... But I promise to get to the bottom of this."

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[rosieinthemultiverse]

u think shifters would be getting tattoos if this shit wasn't absolutely real

el oh el

[autumnwhistles]

(ft synthesised voice, also this isn't quite the start of the song but it works better as an excerpt)

[raayllum]

So in making this edit it got me thinking about hand framing and stuff again

and I remembered post-s6 trailer I made this post, which noted that the "bloodied by Aaravos" hand that Callum holds up is not the hand usually highlighted (even when doing dark magic the first time or when holding the snake tail on Finnegrin's ship)

It is, however, the same hand in all of these scenes, representing the hand that both unlocks Finnegrin's ice grip and remains metaphorically chained by his other hand, and the one Callum clenches when making his second request to Rayla about the Promise

It is interesting to me that after 5x08, the hand framing is consistent again, just with the other hand — something something framing to represent Callum's epiphany and how it's permanently changed him in tandem with the Ocean arcanum being a permanent part in him — even if I don't think it's personally... quite that deep (for that I think I'd need him to hold the snake tail in 5x08 in the same hand as above rather than the one he does in canon) but I do always appreciate forms of consistent framing, and thought this one was worth pointing out. I think the hand being the same both times in 6x03 from the nightmare to Callum making his request again Is intentional, for example, and doubly deserves appreciation

[bluebell-writing]

Chat do we want Marlene lore?

You're getting it anyway

Name: Marlene Baretto

Full name: Marlene Bianca Baretto

Nickname(s): Mari, Mar, Lene

Ethnicity: Italian-German (Italian dad, German mom)

Hair texture: Curly (3a/3b)

Skin shade: Tan (Well tanned)

Eye color: Green

Occupation: Reporter/Journalist for SkySports

Age: Unspecified, 20s

Prior education: Bachelors in foreign languages and literature, as well as an associates in political sciences from the University of Bologna

Grew up in: Monza, Italy

Other lore:

-Borders reflect her personality

-Extroverted

-Feminine

-Loud

-Social butterfly

-Loves her lipgloss

-Has struggled with her mental health in the past

-Anxiety

Any questions??

(dividers by @bernardsbendystraws)

[sugarsweetvirgo]

First Encounters

[tiniflwr]

carrd | rentry | prn.cc

heii !! my name is marceline (marcie) ! im seventeen and use she / they pronouns ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა my favorite colors are baby pink , baby blue , lilac , && sage green !

this is a safe for work age regression blog so all ages can interact ! please do not interact if your account has not safe for work content or if you s.xualize agere/petre.

[interlink-au]

Meet the Links: Mini

The hero from The Minish Cap.

Some sketches. The first is a scene from part one of the story. He should be wearing a hat because he never takes it off, but he looks more vulnerable this way. And I love drawing his bed head.

When I say longer in general, I think I was referring to the Four. I made that a long time ago so I don’t remember for sure.

Mini is youngest hero at the age of 9. He’s an apprentice blacksmith being taught by his grandfather, though he’s mostly stuck making nails for now. Still a bit timid, but he’s gained a lot of courage on his adventure. A friend of the Minish, he still has the ability to shrink to their size, a skill his friend Ezlo taught him before returning to the Minish Realm. Zelda is his best friend. She’s always getting them both in trouble.

Despite the hardship he went through on his adventure—having all the adults relying on him alone, for one—he holds onto his childhood with a firm grip. Can he take care of himself? Absolutely. But he would prefer to be taken care of. He’s managed to continue seeing the world with the wide-eyed curiosity of an innocent child, despite the absolute devastation and loss his town faced before Zelda was able to fix things. This makes him unique amongst the other kids in the group, who are all concerned about being taken seriously.

But don’t underestimate him! Despite his young age, he is one of the group’s most skilled swordsmen, having trained with many masters and learned many powerful techniques. He is surpassed by Junior and Quartz, and Sky greatly surpasses them all in swordplay.

Because of the Jabbernut, he can understand all languages when he’s Minish-sized, including that of animals. You can actually talk to dogs and to Epona in Minish Cap! The cats are too mean to talk to him though. He doesn’t like cats. Twilight cannot relate.

Meet other Interlink Characters

[theworldbrewery]

an adventure set in an industrialized city--

the air is thick with factory smoke, and the traditional craftspeople are being overwhelmed by big business. inchoate guilds and unions are beginning to form, but every day is a struggle for workers' rights.

it's become necessary, in a city where the sky is clogged with smog, for professional wizards to construct towers and spires from which they can track the heavens and maintain a link to the stars. but only the large, monopolistic wizard companies -- and the rare independently wealthy wizard -- have the means to build such a tower.

our heroes have a simple job: help a nascent working-class wizards' union scope out a site for their own tower, raise funds to pay for its construction, and ensure that construction goes smoothly.

why would you need a crew of adventurers to work a job like this? surely the wizardry magnates don't mind a little competition? surely the unionized wizards don't pose a serious threat to the companies' continued exploitation of the working class business model? surely the evocation barons wouldn't arrange a few assassinations or deadly explosion to sabotage this tower and the union, would they?

[bloomingkyras]

Let's begin the Soul Journey..

Seara Salvador a spellcaster, who died from heartbroken when she still 22 years.. When She still alive, She had a dream to become a gemologist and tarot card reader, but all that was just a dream, after her family found her dead body in the shower room..

Years past by..Seara found herself in the middle of Crow's Crossing. She had nowhere to stay until she found her long lost cat Loki, in front of a house waited for someone..She remember that was her old house before someone took over and renovate it. She enter the house without hesitate and found her own graveyard where's the family buries her..

She told herself, that someday she want to "rebirths" and find all her family back hoping that some of them maybe still alive.

That it's for a chronologi life of Seara Salvador, how she end up being a ghost and let's help her with her task.

little note:

I won't be touching any of the careers that had offer in this pack, since Seara is not the main character. Her task only :

Collect all 26 tarot card

Embark on the Soul Journey to take care any of her "unfinished business"

Explore newfound power with Ghost Mastery

[rosieinthemultiverse]

how prepping for a new dr feels

[vynegar]

vyn 5th birthday ssr, part five

a new resolution

same disclaimers from part one (note the extra one from usual, regarding story content)

youtube link to ShiroNaya’s video of the card story

links to previous parts: one two three four

more tot stuff here

do not repost

[PART FIVE]

[48:29]

Vyn didn’t want the situation to interfere with my work, so the next day I went to the law firm as usual. Online public opinion was worsening, and even his saving Zheng Yan was branded as insincere. The instigators hid behind their screens as they stirred up the masses, who were easily swayed by exaggerations or those were societally disadvantaged.

Some questioned Zheng Yan’s motives, asking why someone who truly wanted to end their life would start a livestream that was just asking for trouble. The opposition pointed out the imbalance in power dynamics; Zheng Yan’s extreme actions were simply out of desperation. He was at the end of his rope, and everyone could see his pain and despair.

[48:47] Near the Research Center

The endless altercations and continued smearing of Vyn’s name was heartrending to see. Once I was off work, I immediately rushed over to the research center to find Vyn.

MC: (It’s so quiet… I wonder why Vyn texted me to come here instead of going inside?)

In order to prevent any incidents, Vyn temporarily closed the research center, so the street that was typically brightly-lit was now empty and silent. One streetlamp feebly lit up a corner, a sharp contrast with the lively, bustling city streets in the distance.

Vyn: Over here.

The sight of Vyn’s warm smile dispelled most of my melancholy and confusion, and I walked up and took the hand Vyn reached out to me.

MC: Were you waiting a long time?

Vyn: No, you arrived just as I finished preparing.

MC: What are these…?

There were documents scattered haphazardly next to the flowerbed, and beside them was a shallow metal bowl. Vyn took a lighter out of his pocket and nimbly rolled the spark wheel. With a crisp click, sparks ignited then quickly extinguished.

Vyn: Just a little ceremony I have prepared.

The trees rustled in the night breeze, like background noise giving his words a sense of despondence.

Vyn: MC, I told you before about why I left Svart…

MC: Yeah.

That was when we visited Ferro Winery, and Vyn used his intoxication as an excuse to tell me about his past and his worries (1). Just like right now, that night was as quiet as if we were the only two people in the world.

MC: The Church interfered with you studying psychology. Eirik tried to resist them, but to no avail. You took the opportunity to abandon everything you didn’t care about and come to Stellis.

Vyn: Yes. I had not thought about that in a long time, until Zheng Yan appeared.

Vyn handed me an old newspaper. The bolded headline on it said: “Psychology student assists police in arresting a murderer. His true identity is…?” The contents of the article were largely consistent with what Vyn previously said, only with exaggerations to make Vyn’s performance seem prodigious. That was understandable, as a way to draw readers’ attention.

Vyn: Back then, my assistance to the police was kept highly confidential, but this article still showed up the next day as a front-page headline.

MC: Someone did this intentionally?

Vyn: Correct. Information can be leaked with unimaginable speed, even under the dual authority of both the police and the Haspran family.

I recalled that Zheng Yan had also alluded to this incident…

[flashback]

Zheng Yan: How shameless can you be?! I heard you used my case to make yourself the center of attention in Svart, and got everyone heaping praise on you and psychology. But who would’ve thought, behind all your fancy titles of “doctor” and “professor”, you’re nothing but filth!

[end flashback]

During the time, I hadn’t paid attention to the meaning behind his words. Now, I realized the irony in them.

MC: Was that also the work of Eirik’s political opponent?

Vyn: Yes…

Just as I expected, Vyn was finally filling in the gaps of what he didn’t elaborate on yesterday. It was because he had already previously been mired in controversy due to his father’s political disputes that made him so certain about Eirik’s call yesterday. He may have guessed it even earlier, once he sensed that there was someone in the shadows pulling the strings, only Vyn had still been holding out some hope.

MC: What happened next?

Vyn: Soon, news of the Haspran family heir’s study of and achievements in psychology spread throughout Svart. The Church was outraged, and pressured my father to explain and resolve the issue for them.

MC: Eirik wasn’t on your side?

Even though I knew the outcome, I couldn’t stop myself from asking. It wasn’t that I had any illusions about Duke Haspran… it was just a futile wish that Vyn hadn’t been completely isolated and abandoned back then.

Vyn: At the time, Father’s new policy reform was at a critical stage. The Church’s support was indispensable.

The words were so simple, yet they chilled my heart. If he needed the Church’s support, then he wouldn’t oppose them for Vyn’s sake… Zheng Yan kept claiming that Vyn made himself the center of attention, but what did that so-called “attention” actually get him?

Vyn: The only solution he could think of was a stalling tactic, and he asked me to temporarily give up on psychology. However, I was already determined to continue researching psychology, and I yearned to explore that in practice. I did not want to wait, and I felt I did not need to.

Vyn paused briefly, and the whole world felt suspended for that moment, even the moonlight dimming.

Vyn: I explained my passion to Father, but he felt that psychology research could be conducted at any time, while his new policy reform could not wait. In truth, neither of us was in the wrong. I should have known all along that our values were never aligned. The conflict finally became irreconcilable, and in the heat of an argument, my father threatened my right of inheritance.

At that point, Vyn looked slightly upward, avoiding my gaze. When he lowered his head again, I couldn’t see any hint of emotion in his face.

Vyn: I had no interest whatsoever in that, so the threat was meaningless. Therefore, I thought of a better solution.

MC: You decided to renounce your inheritance?

Vyn: Yes. That way, the Church could not use me to attack my father, and I could do whatever I wanted. It was a win-win situation.

Despite the satisfactory conclusion, Vyn still looked somewhat despondent. Was it a win-win, or actually a lose-lose…? They themselves might not even be certain.

“Click” – at the scraping of the spark wheel, an orange flame flickered at Vyn’s fingertips.

Vyn: As you can see, these years while I have been in Stellis, my father has always believed that I would change my mind someday. Consequently, he drew up legal documents to ensure that a majority of his assets and authority could be transferred to me.

I couldn’t tell if it was from the streetlamps or moonlight, but the stack of documents were luminous. Even without reading their contents, they seemed heavy.

Vyn: I have never had the heart to fully dispose of them, until now.

[54:23 illustration]

Without the slightest hesitation, he brought the documents to the lighter. Fire greedily leapt across the pages, and Vyn let go before they were fully consumed. The papers that symbolized the power revered and sought by countless people fell into the bowl like shooting stars, and soon only the faintest traces remained. Page after page, the words rapidly curled, shriveled, and burned, our apprehension disappearing along with it.

Vyn: Honestly, I should have done this long ago.

His cheeks were illuminated a rosy hue by the fire; his glasses reflected the dancing flames. Vyn’s face, however, was more carefree and relaxed than I had ever seen before.

Vyn: I loathe Svart, especially all those pretentious people. They see you, me, and Zheng Yan as nothing but pawns to control. From the very beginning when they leaked my assistance to the police, I was nothing more than a pawn in their game of political chess. No one cared if I genuinely loved studying psychology or if it was profitable… just like how no one is sincerely helping Zheng Yan. What he needs is treatment, not someone who sees him and even his mental illness as an opportunity to utilize.

I think I understood the ceremony Vyn was referring to. Being used, abandoned, and framed…that was not something he could be unaffected by. The meaning in burning these documents was miniscule compared to the trouble it would be to sort out the aftermath, but he needed to do this. People commonly use fire to declare the death of something, and Vyn needed fire to make this a true farewell.

MC: What do you plan to do next, Vyn?

Vyn: You mean “we”. From now on, no matter what we do, we will decide together.

Vyn held my hand. Perhaps warmed by the flames, his hand was hot.

Vyn: For Svart aristocrats, engaging with psychology is unacceptable in the eyes of the Church. We can expose this incident, just like what they did previously, and give them a taste of their own medicine.

MC: Alright. What do we need to do?

Vyn: First, I need to diagnose Zheng Yan and begin to treat him. Zheng Yan is an alter of James, which legally categorizes him as incapacitated due to mental illness. Therefore, he cannot be held legally accountable for any of his actions, including his testimony, which is also unlikely to be admitted in court. When he is able to attend court, I would like you to seek justice for him.

MC: Are you going to sue?

Vyn: Yes. Zheng Yan and I were both innocent people who were implicated in this. Of course, I could choose to quietly negotiate with the mastermind right now… I am sure that as long as I am willing to conceal Zheng Yan for him, he will choose to stop while he is ahead. However, I am tired of these temporary ceasefires. Eventually someone has to tear down their hypocritical masks. But this path is bound to be more difficult, and I…

The light crackle of burning paper seemed to finish his sentence.

MC: You’re ready, aren’t you? To walk this difficult, uncertain path. Then go give it your all.

As if caught in turbulence, the ashes leapt up then melted into the night without a trace.

MC: I can’t promise that we’ll win, or that the path ahead will be smooth sailing. But I believe in your decisions, which is why I became your companion.

With the moon bright above us, the last embers were about to extinguish.

Vyn: To be honest, I do not have any grand convictions. I am simply trying to become someone like that person mentioned in a book I read when I was younger. “I love the one who justifies people of the future and redeems those of the past.” (2)

Vyn smiled faintly, his silver hair swaying gently under the moonlight, looking pure and clear. He lowered his head and mouthed the remaining lines, as if in silent prayer –

“I love the one who justifies people of the future and redeems those of the past: for he wants to perish of those in the present.”

“I love the one whose soul is overfull, so that he forgets himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his going under.”

“I love all those who are like heavy drops falling individually from the dark cloud that hangs over humanity: they herald the coming of the lightning, and as heralds they perish.”

[END PART FIVE]

(1) From Vyn’s Food for Thought SSR. This actually happens at the end of part 4 in the card story, before the scene where Vyn is “tipsy”.

(2) “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” Big Data Lab entry (under Works>Literature): These lines are all excerpts from Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Nietzsche (translated by 钱春绮Qian Chunqi), although it is not presented in the exact order it appears in the original.

[T/N] The excerpt is from end of passage four in the prologue of Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None (or Thus Spake Zarathustra depending on the translation), a book by the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. The lines do appear in this order, however there are lines in between that are omitted. The original is in German, so the quotes I’m using are from the English version translated by Adrian Del Caro and edited by Robert Pippin (2006). You can read the first part of the book, including the passage quoted by Vyn, here: https://assets.cambridge.org/052184/1712/excerpt/0521841712_excerpt.htm

Note that Vyn comments about the Svart coming-of-age ceremony in his Journey Forth With You SSR:

"It is a bit like Stellis' legend of rebirth from fire, only that the agent of rebirth in Svart is water."