#?? sure let's go with that

[vulpixisananimal]

Girl help the academics are flirting and kissing and h*doing h*nds

[tiredfoxtf]

more boat boys.... I beg ....

Okay, maybe it's a bit unhinged of me but. Performing android Joel from Doc's laundering casino poker thing and science experiment Etho from Gem's base.

[blueberry-suns]

padawan au

[hrodvitnon]

"Hey," said the signal I hear in my head, "you should draw Durandal, from that fic you wrote. And give her a sword." So I did. Might color her later.

[eldritch-nightmare]

idk idk im just imagining eyeless jack purring.

i'm just picturing in my mind. he doesn't know he can purr, it's not something that ever happens, not until he met you. it's something that surprised you both, really.

you two, cuddling on the couch or the bed or wherever. his mask is off, lazily thrown somewhere unimportant. his face is buried in your neck, breathing in your scent as you're scrolling through your phone or reading a book with one hand while the other is running through jack's hair, lightly scratching every so often.

it's a blissful state of calm and quiet between the two of you, and jack is beginning to doze off when—

...

"jack..."

...

"jack, honey, are you purring?"

and he grumbles slightly, a bit annoyed that you're talking to him when he's trying to sleep because no, he is not—

...

okay, so maybe he is purring. that's a thing he can do, sure. makes sense, i guess. i mean...

sharp teeth, multiple tongues, an insatiable desire to consume human flesh, black oozing empty eye sockets... why not add purring to the list of his quirks? it's probably the tamest thing there, honestly.

and you can't help but let out a small laugh, his purring growing louder at the sound of it as he tiredly huffs and buries his face further into your neck, lightly nipping at your skin.

and the two of you fall back into silence once more, except for the sound of him purring as he drifts off to sleep in your arms.

safe and sound, just him and his lovely mate.

[gnomey22]

Oncomings for Failtopia

Since it's the new year in less than an hour for me, I thought I'd muse about the future for a bit, seems like an appropriate time to do such a thing. Specifically, about the future of this little fandom.

"Little" in air quotes, that is. The VODs get hundreds of thousands of views, and Failboat himself is a very popular creator, there's loads of people out there who engage with Failtopia stuff, they just aren't one of the few dozen who make/observe fan content for it.

With Season 3 always on the horizon, and past experiences in mind (S2 getting way more attention than S1, and Beam Attack blowing up on a ridiculous scale), it's only logical to assume that Failtopia's popularity is going to spike massively again, and if fate directs it so, maybe on a way bigger level than before.

Which is an idea I'm conflicted on. It'd be awesome to see a large group of people treat these silly Miis with the obsession they deserve, but we all know the kind of shit that comes from an actual fandom forming from literally anything, and the fandom's mostly peaceful right now! It'd be a big shift in mood, for sure.

Whatever happens, though, I'm glad the current era is where it is. A gaggle of people occasionally talking to each other, a good amount of random analyses, stupid memes, and absurdly high-quality fanart, it's a pleasant space.

Happy New Year, to the five total people who read this far. And everyone else who's not an asshole

[morimonchi]

OSUCURRY!

Rovian Kirishima and Zeyet from Yugioh Go Rush!

[elleskinner-justart]

Love the principle of setting out to make a bad comic, just to jump over all those inner critic hurdles that stop you from putting pen to paper 🫶 I don't talk a lot about how comic blocked I've been since finishing Missing Monday but it's been hard to jump with wild abandon into that creative space again without getting hamstrung by my own doubts. So weirdly enough this little hashtag felt custom built just for me!

When in doubt my go to is always a kindly robot.

[rayar32]

I'll be honest I completely forgot what I posted here last so have a Carol flashbang from her birthday

[musical-chan]

Father of Time Chapter 88: Afflicted

"DAD! Oh Goddesses! Dad, are you okay!?"  Blanket forgotten, Link dropped to his knees beside the god, yanking with all his might to turn Nocturne over enough to see his face.  Even with as much as the teen had grown over the years, he was still at least a foot shorter than his father and the effort needed to move the god's bulk was considerable. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled and pulled but was barely able to budge the large body in front of him.  Panicked screaming echoed faintly in his mind. Dad had to be okay. He HAD to be!

With one, final yank he managed to get the god onto his back and immediate relief mixed with dread washed over him.  He was breathing!  But he looked unwell, to put it mildly.  Link had just spent a month caring for sick people and his dad had all the same symptoms he had handled so blithely;  sweating, feverish, pale skin (so pale it was almost white), an elevated heart rate…everything was there.  In fact, it was probably exactly how the teenager had looked yesterday when his family found him in bed.

But Nocturne was a deity!  Deities weren't supposed to get sick! 

Oh no. 

Did he get his father sick?!

(Read the rest on AO3!)

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have recently learned apparently pomegranates are a mysterious fruit to more people than i thought (particularly to Rick Riordan himself, if the books are anything to go by) so little list of pomegranate things:

They’re in-season during the winter in the Northern Hemisphere. This is why they’re associated with Persephone's journey to the Underworld (because winter).

The outside peel feels basically like a smooth version of a citrus peel, and it’s a bit thinner.

There is SO MUCH PITH it is such a pain to peel and you should not eat the pith.

The entire seed is edible. They’re like corn kernels but a tiny bit crunchier and a fruit instead of a grain. Apparently some people do not eat the entire seed and spit out half of it and I do not understand why someone would put in that much extra effort for something literally the size of a corn kernel.

The juice is this very rich magenta. It looks a little like blood but it’s definitely more pink/purple than blood red.

A single pomegranate has several hundred seeds. Even a single section of pomegranate easily has like 50 seeds.

I cannot compare the smell other than “it smells like pomegranate” but things that claim to be pomegranate flavored/scented are generally accurate.

Individual seeds range in taste but they’re generally. well. fruity, as you’d expect from a fruit, or very mildly sour. Think like, apple levels of range.

[skittlesking]

Huh 100-

ok, anyways

[fourchuu]

Day 19: Palette 4

Character(s): Elaina

wc: 622

Elaina had been anticipating this marriage for a whole summer, she'd researched everything she could on Chyre before she was off to travel there. The language, the people, holidays, but out of everything she prepared for nothing prepared her for the weather.

Riven was swampy and humid. A rainy kingdom where she lived in the thick of it in her father's countryside estate. There the view was full of greens and yellows, shades of pink and white. Birds flying around the home as a handful of servants picked from their personal vegetable garden.

But departing from the royal boat traveling, Elaina and her handmaids were incredibly surprised at the amount of snow. Chyre was cold, yes. They knew Chyre would be cold but they could only comprehend the cold they've lived through before. Never this type of cold.

Piling into their carriage, Elaina and Anne had their eyes glued to the windows, astounded at the idea of people living in this climate. People spent their whole lives living in feet thick on snow. How?

When they stepped out of the carriage, in the middle of the royal courtyard, they were still surrounded by freezing snow. While it was cleaned up along the roads, it was still cementing together into thick blankets of snow on top of what was supposed to be garden grass.

Elaina looked around as the chamberlain walked them inside, looking at the few blooms of winter flowers, a pale lilac color, in pots along the front doors of the palace.

Walking inside, the decor were shades of blue, icy blue to a deep cerulean blue, and shades of lilac, similar to the flowers outside.

Elaina was still dazed as she went through the drawing room before she ended up in her private quarters.

Her drawing room was a muted lilac color. Gold furniture with deep blue cushions. It was beautiful, yes, but so different from what she was used to.

Elaina stood to begin walking around, these were her quarters. The window sill was frosted with simple floral pictures being the clear parts, looking through the designs she saw the blowing snow.

"How does one live like this?" She spoke aloud.

Walking away from the window, she moved into the bedroom portion. Her bed was large, warm blue sheets with light purple pillows. There was a fireplace in the wall separating her drawing room from her bedroom.

Along the wall facing the windows, there was a large inwall bookshelf. She walked over seeing the few books placed inside, they were dainty books mostly written myths of the culture in Chyre. One was in the language native here.

Looking towards the window, her armoire, made from a dark colored wood, and a matching table and chair. Walking over, there was a small leatherbound journal, probably a gift for her. In the drawer of the table were multiple taper candles and a box of matches.

Picking up the box of matches, she saw that same flower. Petite, thin stems that have two or three bell-shaped flowers turned downward.

"Your Majesty?" A voice called.

"Yes?" Elaina replied, walking out to the visitor.

"Here's your trunk, Your Majesty." The servant said with a bow.

"Thank you," Elaina said, noticing the box still in her hands, "could you tell me what this flower is?"

Walking over to show the box of matches.

"Bellflower, Your Majesty."

"Bellflower? Thank you." Elaina smiled at her.

"There will be another trunk or two delivered to your quarters. This is just the first one."

"Ah, thank you."

With a bow and another "Your Majesty" the servant was off.

Placing the box back into the drawer, Elaina walked out of her room ready to see the rest of the castle.

[just-absolutely-super]

.......how is Devastator here ganging up on the autobots but we have Constructicon members drilling into the earth at the same time???

[ermineadoptera]

Tungle

Heyo! I'm Marco!!!!!! My pronouns are she/they. If you know me well, my pronouns are they/she. If you're really REALLY special, you can throw in some he/hims every once in a while :3. If you're still having trouble figuring out how to refer to me, click here! I'm sure it'll make things easier ;)

I'm a brazilian transfem non-binary bigender genderthing creature that mostly lurks around, but i've been trying to be more present and social around tumblr.

I am a freelance musician! you can check my stuff on my youtube or my bandcamp! once again, have been trying to produce and share more stuff, so visit every once in a while! i'd love to hear what you think.

Commissions are currently closed.

Got some tags. Currently there's "literally me" for selfies (lots'a NSFW in there also), "questions!" for tumblr asks and "thoughtmoth" for general text posts. Will update with more as they come, I still SUCK at tagging things!!!

You're free to ask me anything you wanna know! Thank you! See you soon! I love you!!!

[crehador]

where have i seen—ah right. the thumb