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d0not-disturb · 17 days
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Bunch of Grumbo incorrect quotes:
Grian : I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives
Mumbo: I wake up at 4:30 AM
Grian :
Grian : I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives
Grian: I can explain.
Mumbo: Can you?
Grian: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.
Grian: I was arrested for being too cool.
Mumbo: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
Grian: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?
Mumbo: Oh, I’m always running
Mumbo: The question is from what
Grian: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?
Mumbo, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons
Grian:
Grian: fsh
Grian: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you
Mumbo: 10 times 0 is still 0 though
Grian: Jokes on you, I can't do math
Grian: You love me, right, Mumbo?
Mumbo: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
Grian: Mumbo and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-
Mumbo: Sentences.
Grian: Don't interrupt me.
Grian, talking to Mumbo on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?
Mumbo: You bet!
Grian: At what temperature?
Mumbo: 535.
Grian: That's the clock.
Mumbo:
Grian:
Mumbo: 536.
Mumbo: Is something burning?
Grian: Just my love for you.
Mumbo: Grian, the toaster is on fire.
Grian: Am I in trouble?
Mumbo: Take a guess.
Grian: No?
Mumbo: Take another guess.
Grian: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.
Mumbo, not looking up from their book: Spear.
Grian: BLOCKED.
Grian: Mumbo...
Mumbo: Oh no, 'Mumbo' in b-flat.
Mumbo: You're disappointed.
Mumbo: Grian was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.
Grian: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.
Mumbo: Grian, you ate a chair.
Grian: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!
Mumbo: Mind your language!
Grian: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???
Mumbo:
Grian: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.
Grian: I'm incredibly fast at math.
Mumbo: Alright, what's 30x17?
Grian: 47
Mumbo: That's not even close.
Grian: But it was fast.
Grian: How many kids do we even have?
Mumbo: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?
Grian: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Mumbo: It’s not a joke.
Mumbo: *sniffles*
Mumbo: I’m a legit snack.
Grian: I prevented a murder today.
Mumbo: Really? How’d you do that?
Grian: self control.
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shirmirart · 20 days
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kissing and hope they caught us...
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chiscribbs · 8 months
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Updated Future Donnie Concept Art!!!
So, I've been hesitant to try my hand at designing an Apocalyptic Future version of Donnie for a while, for a number of reasons - mainly that I just didn't have a clear idea of him in my brain yet and the thought of attempting to update his already pretty perfect design was highly daunting - but I finally caved and decided to take a crack at it. A couple months and several revisions later, I'm actually genuinely happy with the result. I'd still consider this "concept art" more so than a final design, elements of it could definitely be improved, but I really do like the concept as a whole - I think it could work!
The main goals I had in mind while working on this were: A. Must fit the character/look like something Donnie would canonically wear and still be easily recognizable. B. Must work in the Rise world & style (i.e. not be overly detailed or have too complex a silhouette.) C. Must fit in with the other (canonical) Future Rise designs.
I was also thinking about what problems Donnie might be trying to solve, which is what inspired the belt (more info on that below). All-in-all, although there might still be a few kinks to work out, I think I managed to come up with a pretty solid base design for my favorite Warring Warrior Scientist (Jr.)
Some additional character tidbits under the cut.
Also, I can't draw mechanisms to save my life, so just pretend those vague ninpo-gun-things make sense lol
Donnie has a mechanical prosthetic leg. How'd he lose that leg? Up to interpretation - my working theory is that it was a minefield accident that occurred when he was trying to blow some Krang dogs to Timbuktu. Naturally, since it's Donnie and they are in the midst of an alien apocalypse, he designed the leg to do a whole lot more than just help him stand without falling down. It's a multifunctional tool that contains a plethora of secret uses - including, but certainly not limited to, sawing off ugly Krang faces. It's essentially his new tech bo.
Bonus leg tidbit: Casey Jr. saw him deploy the saw blade in battle once when he was little, he then proceeded to beg for a saw-leg of his own to fight the Krang with. Donnie, realizing that amputating a perfectly healthy child's leg is probably not that most morally acceptable option, instead made him his own "sawing stick"(AKA, his motorized hockey stick)...which the others then made him wait until Casey's 10th birthday to give him.
The belt that Donnie's wearing here is a prototype of his latest invention. Its intended purpose: to deflect the Krang's mystic-blocking attacks, allowing them to use their ninpo in close combat. It took a lot of risk-taking to collect the necessary information to create such a device, and he experienced a number of way-too-close calls (one of which may or may not have resulted in that large gash across his plastron), but he finally managed to crack the code and pinpoint the frequency of the Krang's sound waves. He's testing it out right now to make sure that it works and is safe to use, but once it's out of beta, he plans to mass-produce them for every mystic-wielder in the Resistance to use in battle. He believes it could turn the tides of the war...unfortunately, the device never makes it out of beta, as he dies before its completion.
Donnie's gloves are fashioned after the ones his dad used to wear in his Lou Jitsu days (with some modifications, for comfort and to make working with screens a little easier and less annoying.) The material they're made out of is far more durable, of course, since he's working with them near-constantly and under varying conditions. But maybe he designed them to look like this as a way of keeping his dad's memory close, similar to Leo's sword hilt?
Ironically, Donnie uses his ninpo probably the most consistently out of all the brothers (even though Mikey uses his to the greatest extent, hence his rapid aging). He's constantly using it to check on the base's security status and multitask while working on other projects. Because his ninpo takes a good deal of brain power to operate, it puts a significant amount of strain on his nervous system and this causes frequent complications. Seizures, spasms, and blackouts become a semi-regular occurrence - especially in the latter part of his life. Donnie does his best to manage them, but the workload makes it almost impossible to do so properly. Mikey is able to help with these attacks when they happen, but Donnie - not wanting his brother to overuse his powers any more than he is already - usually opts to just ride it out and save the mystic healing for people who need it. The exception to this rule being when he's in the middle of an extremely important procedure and can't stop long enough to let the attack pass naturally, then he has no choice but to accept Mikey's aid.
This is probably needless to say at this point, but much like Leo and his other brothers, he is a giant. Equal in height to Leo (if not slightly taller, even without the goggles.) The doodle in the top-left corner of the sketch page where he's next to April is meant to be them sitting, so don't take it as anywhere near an accurate representation of their height comparison. It is not, he dwarfs her by several feet, lol.
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beatcroc · 4 months
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homest[ar/uck] posting. this was meant to be supplementary to the gerome comic as him 'explaining the joke' but i uhhhhhh forgot.
i'm not much for crossovers in the the traditional sense, but it IS one of my favorite character exploration exercises to just go like 'if x media existed in this universe, who would and would not be a fan of it?'. and these ones are pretty notorious and always very fun to mess with for that and so here we are
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taki-yaki · 3 months
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I just thought of a prompt: In the game Astarion mentions during the first decade of his enslavement he met a sweet man that he didn’t want to bring to Cazador, which led to his year of entombment and giving up on fighting Cazador. What if Tav is a descendent or relative of that sweet man, and he left a journal of how a pale elf saved his life before escaping into the remote countryside. Tav is abducted while on her way to Baldur’s Gate to investigate the journal, and when she meets Astarion she immediately suspects it’s him.
When it’s revealed he’s a vampire spawn Tav is now sure he’s the elf that saved her ancestor/relative’s life.
Oooh, this is interesting, I have made this one a little bit angsty in one section. But I feel like this would change up the dynamic if it was in the game
Astarion x Descendant Tav Headcanons
For most of your life, you grew up living in the countryside, far from the large bustle of the city life in Baldur’s Gate. Despite your family's willingness to distance themselves from the city, it never seemed to deter you. Ever since you were gifted your grandfather’s journals as a child, chronicling his life in the upper city, from the views to that of the variety of dishes they provided, seemed like a dream to a country child like yourself.
Although one section was a mystery to you, that of in-depth descriptions of a pale elf. When you asked your parents, they never wanted to speak much about it, saying when he returned, he looked entirely different, changed by an event that took place there. They would always try to steer your thoughts away from the city if prompted any further.
One day, you decided to leave the small village on a whim to journey to the city, wanting to put an end to the mystery. Travelling along the road to Baldur’s gate to investigate the mystery, is cut early after being abducted by the nautiloid ship, now being set back further from where you started with a tadpole in your head.
However, one face looked familiar among your new travelling friends. A pale elf, one which matched the exaggerated descriptions inside your grandfather’s journal. However seeing him in person said otherwise, matching what was written, ‘Ruby eyes as if looking into a ripe rose’ and ‘Silver lock curls that brushed softly against his ears’. But how could an elf like him look the same after so many decades?
Upon discovering his vampiric nature, explains how he was able to stay young for so long. One night you decide to confront him about your grandfather’s journal, showing him the entries and asking if he knew anything about it. Of course, he would deny not having a clue about what you are talking about
“Why do you insist on exhuming the past? I have no such knowledge of meeting a person like this”
His eyes would dart away from yours wishing to no longer engage in such pointless dribble. Any other mentions of the journal would just leave you with him trying to skirt himself around the topic.
One night though, he approaches you, drunk on, presumably, the blood of a bear, clinging to you refusing to let you go “I’m glad you’re alive still” he’d slur “You were so naive and sweet, to be subjected to such a thing”. When you try to question him about it, he refuses to answer any further, just tightening his grip on you longing to stay in the moment, eventually having to drag him back to his tent for the night.
The next morning, approached his tent to check on him, “I suppose you want to know what I was talking about last night” His body turned away from you to stare at the deep crimson of the tent walls. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to”, he turns to face you “Hmm, well I don’t want to talk about as much as you do, but that won’t do anyone any good”.
He explains how, in his first decade of slavery, he found a sweet naive man, who dreamed of making it big in the upper city of Baldur’s Gate. Compared to most he would find from petty criminals, street drunkards and brothel-goers, he would occasionally find some naive soul who wished to make it big in the city. 
One of those was your grandfather, he never tried to charm him, more so befriend him, he warned him to never approach him again and to run far away from this city if he wanted to live. 
“He was the first and only one who I ever truly let go” his eye meeting the floor 
“And I punished horribly for it” the grip on his shoulders tightening.
An awkward silence fell upon the tent “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you like that to answer”. A light laugh leaves his lips as he turns to look at you, “Ha, you're just as sweet as he was, but…I’m glad he was able to make a life for himself, unlike me”. Slowly you clasped over his shoulder, his eyes staring directly into yours “Don’t speak so short of yourself, I promised you that I’ll keep you safe, just as you did for my grandfather, your actions won’t be in vain”.
Whilst travelling to Baldur’s Gate the two of you bond over the descriptions left in your grandfather’s journal describing the palaces within the city, ‘The Blushing Mermaids signature dish, salted small-fish stew, may be one of the establishment's more unique dishes that they have to offer.’, “We have to try that when we get to the city it sounds amazing”, “Hmm, how about we just avoid the Blushing Mermaid, I know their calamari dishes don’t live up to their praise and that was over 200 years ago.”
Upon reaching Baldur’s Gate, you felt as if you had the biggest culture shock of your life, from the once romantic establishments now being nothing more than an average local tavern and the food they served was nothing but the morning leftovers from last week's catch. Now staring down at the dish through the murky stew a piece of baitfish floating to the surface. “Now darling, it was your choice to go here you should looked more pleased with the dish that dear old grandfather elegantly described to you.” smiling at you with a smug look.
Despite the reality of city life overwhelming your naive outlook on life, one quiet night in elf song, you turn to Astarion, “You know, over 200 years ago, if you didn’t let him go that night, then I would have never met you, funny how things worked out like that”, “I’m glad you think so too, ever since that night, I wonder sometimes if I ever made the right decision, but know I think I do, and I’m thankful to have met you”.
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deoidesign · 1 month
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Day by day Year by year Things get a little bit better If I'm brave enough to be myself And strong enough to figure out who that is
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casualdadnomad · 7 months
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sokka wouldnt mind being in love with a boy if it didn't mean being in love with zuko
zuko wouldnt mind being in love with sokka if it didnt mean being in love with a boy
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nikoxisntxreal · 2 years
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totk link babyyy
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hrokkall · 10 months
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What's gabriel in this au?
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Some loser, probably.
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bananonbinary · 3 months
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some of yall need to understand the difference between a torment nexus and literature that just is about something.
if someone were to actually implement the Big Brother telescreens, that would be a torment nexus. it's when a person engages with media, misses the entire goddamn point, and thinks the bad things in it (that are NOT real yet) are actually super cool and should be real.
but the concept of a police state, for example, is not a torment nexus. no one got the idea from the book, its what the book is *about.*
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What’s the first music you listened to and really liked? - 2006 // 2022
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nedlittle · 1 year
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wow dude do you think oscar wilde may have been gay? should we tell the discord? should we inform rupaul?
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rmg91 · 3 months
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-While rebuilding hotel- Vaggie: Hey uh…why was your dad late anyway?
Lu: Oh, blame Mammon. He was whining about something to do with Oz and his queen.
Charlie:-Gasp!- Uncle Oz and Fizz got married?!
Lu: Nah, nah. I think it was some sort of grand public declaration of love at Mam’s stupid contest. Also I think Fizz quit? I wasn’t really listening.
Charlie: Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! This is so exciting!!! -watching what happened on her phone already- I gotta send Uncle Oz and Fizz a gift basket!!!
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chiropteracupola · 20 hours
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Ain't nothing come easy / No, nothing comes quick / But I want for you this, that you are well / I want for us this, that we are well...
Another illustration of Temeraire-crossover fic — this time, James Norrington and Tempest, from @boltlightning's delightful Pirates of the Caribbean crossover 'windfall / landfall'.
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Fantasy Wally but he talks to everyone like this one tumblr post I can’t find where the warlock calls the party “chat” and the god/demon patron “mod(s)”
“Hey mod this guy’s being mean. Kick em.”
*bandit dies a thousand deaths in the span of a millisecond*
Something like that 😂
this Immediately made me picture Wally & Home making a (poorly set up & executed) joke where Frank is being A Lot while Home is unfolded and Wally just goes "mod, chat is being too loud. ban them" & Home fully grabs Frank and starts to drag him into the building
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simgerale · 14 days
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CHAPTER ONE ; 1/3
TRANSCRIPT:
[sounds of swords clashing and rowdy cheering]
geordie: Your highness, apologies for the intrusion, but her majesty has asked me to remind you of the time.
killian: [panting] The time? And what exactly is the time?
g: Half past noon.
k: So she wished to inform me of my tardiness. Thank you, Geordie. I will be with you shortly.
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k: Am I the only late one?
g: I am afraid so. Even the princess arrived promptly.
k: Drat. Dara will never let me live it down. The one time I lose track of the hour…
g: No matter, your highness. Soon you will be Knight Captain and have plenty of excuses for tardiness.
k: I sincerely hope not. I am perfectly satisfied with my rank.
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luca: There you are, at last.
k: Apologies, apologies. What did I miss?
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