#

[meadethetoonn]

Hello! I don’t believe we’ve met before. My name is Cameron. How are you?

— @in-the-toon-news

The room was almost pitch black. But from the corner of the room an enormous, flickering light stood up... What... who was that...

Oh!!! Hello!!! Have you come to check on Meade?

They waved their hands excitedly infront of their face... okay so this was definitely a toon... appearance aside.

OH! Uh... Just call me Doc! That's what Meade calls me. Glad to meet you Cameron!!!

(OOC-MODFENN | SORRY IF THIS WASN'T WHAT YOU EXPECTED BUT I'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS SO U GOT ROPED INTO IT LMAO-)

[faneposting-my-beloved]

Guess who updated the fic But there are also community updates now!

I have a fanfic discord server ! Wanna chat SoI/GTQ or Polish Baroque funeral ceremonies? Feel free to join!

Not as brand new news but if you like what I do and want to ♫ toss a coin to your wacko ♫ you can! Here's my ko-fi! With the current exchange rare I'll be able to purchase a medieval castle with just one dollar. And you could come live in it. Win-win

See you in another three full moons, I'm off to the Void

[hikarinokusari]

" We're sorry for your friend. "

We went to Loomchurch and our party splitted because our chaotic members decided to get to Skabatha to gather informations, outside of the plan we had.

Vae's kobold friend died there. And he can't but feel like it's his fault somehow. Would he have insisted on his friend not going, it wouldn't have happened.

He spent the night awake, to talk to his friend remains, hoping a wild magic surge effect would lift off and the kobold's bones would somehow be moving again and the red scaly friend would be there again.

But nothing happened.

It was just him, his friend remains, and late promises made to someone who can not hear them anymore.

[vern-a]

"Upssss, tiešām 🤗🤗🤗" what if i killed you

FATHER FUCKED TIMES UP I HAVE TO WAIT FOR AN HOUR IN THE DENTISTS OFFICE I KNEW I SHOULDNT HAVE TRUSTED HIM

[the-tale-of-stingrayclan]

do you have any crackships in your own or from one of those other blogs? And i cant to see if you get a crossblog interactions between yours and theirs! absolutely love your story so far!

Okay, okay don’t hate me, but I never came across a term ‘crackship’ (I KNOW, I KNOW I live under a rock)

I already searched it up, but I still don’t fully understand it

So for not making myself look stupid, l’m gonna hold off from fully answering this ask, sorry 😭

Anyway, glad you are enjoying this blog!! It really helps <3

[roxannevomitsrainbows]

Hello, my name is Noha, a mother of 4 children in Gaza. We now live in inhumane conditions, lacking all the necessities of life. We have lost our home and our loved ones. We have been forced to move more than 9 times so far and we are now subject to an evacuation order. My children and I were forced to live in this. The infected place, in tents that do not protect us from anything, neither the cold of winter nor the heat of summer. We have been here for months, among the filth and sewage. My children are sick and suffer from wasting, hepatitis, and many other complications, skin and respiratory diseases. We cannot obtain food or medicine. There is no water for cleaning or bathing.There is no place to shower, we literally live in filth!! Diseases and epidemics, what is our fault in all of this? Do we have to face all this to survive death? To die slowly every day? From hunger, thirst, illness, fatigue, or even from depression and fear! My children long for their warm bed and our beautiful home, but now they have turned to ashes, missing their schools, their friends, and their most basic rights as children! They miss their forgotten childhood among tents and water lines, searching for food or killing harmful insects that attack them throughout the day

I created this link to try to survive and save my children from this nightmare, so that we can begin to recover and regain our dreams. Your help is our only hope!

Your little means a lot to us, don't hesitate! Your help could save the life of an entire family elsewhere

https://www.gofundme.com/f/abedfam

The mother of this family is an English teacher like I used to be, and she’s got four kids. It’s been three hours since the last donation. As of this posting, they’re at 664/30,000£ donate if you can 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Reblog it and maybe we can reach someone that can really make a huge difference. Every reblog creates a spiderweb of different people crossblogging in their own spheres, and sometimes that’s the perfect recipe to help someone out

[substantial-gains]

While I do have a few muses that are in ironclad relationships regarding crossblog shipping...

This trainwreck is still single.

U-Olga is kinda just using a cloned body for now, but the fact that she gets more fat girl action than the original makes Olga go effin' NUTS on the inside.

[rocket-reborn]

[Unmarked park lab]

The loud crash of papers falling to the floor interrupted the otherwise near stark silence of the room that surrounded her. Useless, all of it was absolutely useless. She’s been through every thing she’d manage to find so far within the room, which was a lot, and hadn’t found what she’d come here for. An unmarked room had seemed like more than her best bet, but it was looking more like she’d have to throughly search the park.

“Ridiculous…” Crimson muttered, taking a deep breath and she stood up, staring over at the mound of papers she’d knocked to the ground. No point in picking any of it up, not now anyway, considering it wasn’t of any use.

She paused as the Pikachu on her shoulder tapped her, looking over to see it was on high alert, staring towards a closed storage locker that was behind them. She’d assumed it was locked and wasn’t going to bother with it for the moment, but one of her Pokémon being interested in it changed that, and without any hesitation Crimson walked over and tore open the locker door. Huh, it hadn’t been locked after all. And inside…

Crimson stared down at the girl who had evidently shoved herself into the locker. Most likely she had heard the woman walking in here earlier and didn’t want to get caught…doing whatever she was currently doing. Not that it mattered.

“Move.” She stated firmly, looking at the box the girl was standing on instead of the girl herself. It looked like there were papers in there, and she may as well look through it.

The girl instead stood stationary, seemingly in shock, before finally scrambling out if the way, nearly tripping over herself as she moved.

As soon as the kid was out of the way, Crimson immediately opened the box, a smile creeping on her face as she saw the files she was looking for. She quickly went through the box, making sure to pick out all the ones she was looking for and leaving the rest in the box.

“You don’t work here.” Crimson tensed slightly as the girl behind her spoke. What was she still doing here-?

“And you aren’t supposed to be here either, are you?” She asked, turning around to glare at the girl, who immediately began stepping backwards.

“Leave.” Was all she eventually said, and as soon as the word left her mouth the girl ran off, the two Pokémon on Crimson’s shoulders watching her go. Once the girl had left she went on her way out as well, after all, she’d gotten what she came for, and had other matters to attend to now.

You are viewing a private post, continue?

What do I even do with this?!

[An image of a recently hatched dinosaur mon, it’s eyes not fully open. It appears to be some sort of hybrid, but it’s features aren’t entirely clear in the dim lighting]

[faneposting-my-beloved]

Fanfiction update: Heatwave is back and good people - I was not made to exist over 30C. I was made to cross ice-covered Baltic Sea on a sled. Two chapters of GTQ are out. I really wanted to publish them before I become a vaguely humanoid puddle of melted goo.

SoI will hit a bit of delay since I am waiting for illustrations - referring to the project I mentioned before. It will have it's own post later. Thank you for your patience.

[livingunpeaceful-blog]

neither sal nor damien have any friends in their canon ! holy shit ! they self-isolate !

[wooteena]

hi woot :~D

jadetuin my silly crossblog mutual helaur

[made-out-of-magic-retired]

Somewhere in Harpreet's blog...

".............................................."

"Who told you you're welcome here? Am I going to sing Christmas carols to keep you out?"

"...Yeah, I'm out." Poof!

[hnk-art]

He's wonderful, I love the piece you've done for my boy. The expression, the lighting from behind, the coin. Everything in the piece clicks with what and who Seth is. Thank you again so much , this attack brightened my day ♥

Third time's the charm for tweaking this piece, no?

Seth belongs to @hnk-art, go check them out!!

[bad-at-bullet-journaling]

Sorry bout all three accidental crossblogging, mobile hates me very much

[amepcrdue]

I have a crossblog headcanon coming up that I will be posting soon. it’s... a lot and changes some things to what has been previously established on this blog but it’s so good i can’t not.

[dailyweatherreport]

(( Alright since this hell site insists on shipping different versions of the same character with each other (examples: see The Onceler, Sans Undertale, Junkrat), I figure since we've got enough of everybody around here we start shipping different versions of the same people together. Whose with me? ))