#{ now ONTO STARTERS }

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[why-the-heck-not]

2nd batch of sourdough! Lots better than the first, actually got some crumb structure this time (bc the starter is finally ready for bread)

[fisheito]

Hi i love how you draw Eddie and his Big Boots. Stompstompstomp what’s that sound?? Its a beautiful knight approaching. And hes here to call you a whore

*points at him* TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE!!! HAH [promptly stepped on by Big Boots] i will now take this opportunity to explore a silly little thing that happens when i draw eddie (and yaku+oli).

when eddie's alone, i'll default to some curvaceous b(oot)eauty like

vs. when yakumo's alone: i try to at least keep his broad shoulders from in-game

but if i put them together ? a chemical reaction happens and they start to morph

when you add OLIVINE, they morph even MORE

if i leave them together long enough, they eventually become:

[front-facing-pokemon]

[lctibule]

so anyway, i think both si-u and minjoon are probably autistic ✌️

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

btw after four years i finally finished all data from my iberian-inspired fakemon region. if you even care

[frozenambiguity]

Open.

If one were to inquire, one would receive a simple response: it had been a mere moment of misfortune. Or perhaps one of veiled recklessness, encouraged by bravado and adrenaline, that knew only how to guide and beg for more.

Regardless, the tempest had passed, making way for clearer skies, clearer minds. What now lies before one is a rare sight, filled with dichotomy. There is focus in the captain's gaze as he stares at his hand intently, though with no apparent shimmer. And, just a few centimeters below, remarkable sulkiness has made a playground out of delicate lips.

Pouting. Kaeya Alberich was... pouting.

This almost begs for one to rub their eyes! The esteemed captain — sulking!? No, no. Surely not! Surely, it had to be some trick of the light... ... ...!

Still.

The slash on his left hand... Stings.

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Boo Yihwa

"New idea: you fuck off or I'll kill you. I hate the way you smell."

[mymanymerrymuses]

Weird things my family has said as sentence starters - Part 6???

"Let's hope it's a peanut butter covered brick." "Oh shut up (name), I'm not going to eat your fucking biscuits." "Murdering people does not make you better at playing the clarinet. I shouldn't have to say that." "This is value for money! You pay for an expensive hotel room, you get big rocks to look at!" "I have travelled far and collected nothing." "My internal compass does not spin." "Bunnies hate fire. They see it as a rival." "None of you mess with my big serious hand." "You don't need your logic in fish conversation." "I love you gazillions, but you're a sneaky little bitch." "Never lick your date on the first night." "I know her name is 'Something Something'." "It's a distinct lack of noodles is what it is." "Where's the button that plays Lady Gaga?" "I'm going to throw this banana and there's nothing you can do about it." "I thought there was a rabbit left but there's just a chicken." "Sausages aren't famous for their intelligence." "What are hips if not the shoulders of the legs?" "I should hope your Dairy Milk isn't throbbing!" "Your ear is not a water gun." "That's one gassy lemon." "That's the greenest brown I've ever seen." "All I want is an absurd amount of ham." "I personally love it when vases scream." "Don't brush your teeth with spaghetti, kids."

[emmetrain]

Plushie?

Send "Plushie" for Emmet to fund his wedding to get a cute plushie as a souvenir from TeraFest'23

"I am Emmet. I had to pick one from your team and, of course, I had to go for Archen! Aren't they amazing? This makes me miss Archie's baby year. He was quite a handful back then." As if he wasn't now. "Hope you like it!"

[jorvikzelda]

Sometimes good shirts DO exist and you just have to shell out 149 star coins for them

[sunlessea]

anyways on that note can we talk about how insane it is that the m.asters of the b.azaar are so unhinged that even the hour-gods don't poke into their business like. in terms of power and reach, they're actively more feared and unknown than the g.lory gods themselves. mr v.eils is just outright seen as the most terrifying / mysterious presence in all of the neath and the average person literally fears the masters more than the gods. that's INSANE.

the only power they don't really reach over is the j.udgements themselves, but the bulk of them are beyond their reach / thought left up on the surface.

winter is like the only normie on my list {and in a great chunk of london as a whole} who openly, regularly, and blatantly disrespects the masters and has power struggles with them bc he RUNS the c.amarilla in london {and above it, on the surface} and is so old he literally helped WRITE the masquerade laws so he doesn't fear Any bitch god, bat, or otherwise KJNERHM

anyway literally cannot stress enough how seriously powerful the masters are as a collective entity and as individuals, they are extremely capable of ensuring that someone permanently dies in a city where immortality is the norm and that is the Least of what they are capable of doing to someone who slights them. they aren't a forgiving bunch. the only one who rly gives second chances / accepts apologies at ALL is mr pages {unless the others are outvoted on something, and even then, that doesn't guarantee they won't fuck with someone's life after the fact}

the masters are scary

[siixkiing]

nzha to swk : ❝ you know, you’d be a lot better off if you let someone close enough to help you. ❞

☯ tender (loving care) starters: volume ii ☯

"..."

It wasn't like there wasn't truth in the Lotus Prince's words, he knew there were. Still, opening up to others and getting close? That was something he struggled with, even now — the past roaring in the back of his mind when he tried. It was foolish to think he wouldn't ruin any relationship he tried to form, after all he had back than.

Every time he got close? Every time he formed a bond that he thought would last forever? Shattered before his eyes in one way or another — often times by his own doing. Always coming back to haunt him. Reminding him that it was always his fault that things ended the way they did between those he had once held near and dear. That he didn't deserve to be close to others like that. That he wasn't to be trusted with such things.

Letting out a sigh, eyes fluttering closed for a brief minute. Wanting to push them down like always — push them deep down and just pretend it didn't bother him or that he was hurting. Go on like nothing was wrong.

And yet...

"I don't know if I could handle that again — "

" — getting close, forming that bond of trust and care only to have it shattered again. Watch it slip between my claws as I helplessly try to hold on to it in vein."

His heart couldn't handle the ache that came with it. Not anymore. Not after how many times he had endured such pain in the past. He had suffered the misery enough — more than one could possibly bear to handle. Thinking it would hurt less each time only for the sting to be that much worse than before. For despair to dig it's claws into him once more and shred him into nothing but turmoil and grief.

How much more could he handle? How many more bonds could he loose before it became too much — before he became a husk?

[yuichiroswife]

{ I need to get out of bed already, but my motivation is just... nonexistent at this point... }

[getting-messi]

i'm pretty sure that anon meant penalties are why argentina won 🤡idk how many times this needs to be said, but you really don't need to get murdered in the box to get a pen lol. not their fault opponents didn't catch on to arg deliberately holding on to the ball in the box to draw fouls, and guess what happens when you get fouled in the box!! anyway lol if anyone still actually believes that then they didn't watch argentina's games 🤷‍♀️ because the whole team played really well the whole tournament and despite france getting 2 penalties in the final (i feel like we don't talk about that enough??? but ok) they still dominated their superteam almost the whole way through. scaloni worked miracles on argentina and i read a tactical analysis from the athletic on how they're the most tactically flexible champions we've had and it's true, he was changing formations and sometimes lineups most games to suit specific opponents and his only weakness was sometimes making subs too early. as for messi and emi (i think that's about the best awards? i'm not sure) messi is messi, and emi was phenomenal and is quite literally the main reason they won + was solid for aston villa the whole year even with a shit defence. some salty ass mfs on twt actually tried to say lloris is a better overall goalie when even with a good defence at spurs, he still messed up almost every game before his injury 😭. aaa this is a rant but we will be feasting well on all the tears tonight #trust

oh i absolutely was asking to just get them to say it with their chest so i could put them in their place🤧

and you've really summed it up sis. Like people love to act dumb when it comes to penalties. All sense just RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW. Other than the Saudi and Mexico match, there is not a single match in that tournament where Argentina weren't primarily dominating.

Let's actually sum up the penalties he got in this tournament:

Saudi - pen but they ended up losing the match so no benefit

Mexico - no penalty

Poland - penalty given and saved so no benefit

Australia - no penalty

Netherlands - was already up 1-0 and Argentina were dominating the match

Croatia - by far our easiest win in the tournament, croatian players admitted that they played a bad match and that assist Messi had shows that pen/no pen, he had them on strings

France - valid pen, and france played like shit for 75 minutes so whats their point?

Had messi missed a penalty at any moment during the tournament, whether in the semi-final, or the final - they would've been on his back they way they were back in 2016 when he missed the penalty against Chile in the shootout.

They definitely weren't watching Argentina at all, truly just bitter humans.

[paramoira]

@godofcourage gets a random starter

it's one of those bitterly chilly nights where the moon is high in the sky and a soon approaching rainfall clings in the air. nightlife seems prevalent, at least if the street she's walked down was anything to judge from. one of the bars' had one of those folding doors which allowed them to form an open patio, live music drifting out and people of various levels of intoxication braving the chill. another, the one on the corner, had a line of the typical college looking sort waiting to get in with a few scattered older adults. she ignores them, dodging a larger group of friends in the line and stepping into the street to get around them. maybe ariadne shouldn't have parked her car so far away yet she hadn't exactly wanted it seen or anyone taking down her license plate when she held no business getting involved in what she was doing in the first place. ariadne held enough issues with certain detectives even if most had seemed to form a kind of acceptance that her dedication to her work proved family members held no baring on her commitment to solving the deaths which crossed her table at the morgue.

except, all of those detectives had seemed ready to accept the current case (or lack thereof) as presently in review as 'accidents'.

it was true the evidence hadn't been as strong as other cases, however, ariadne steadfastly disagreed with the pathologist in a jurisdiction over, the two cases she believed were linked having transpired in different areas yet not over state lines. there hadn't been any outright preternatural elements though a few things had made her question; even so, finding evidence the victims had once been to a blood den did not equate to proof anything paranormal had caused their deaths. as such there had not been enough to require the bprd's involvement and certainly nothing to have warranted fbi involvement even had she attempted a favor.

perhaps this was all one enormous hunch of a bad feeling ariadne shouldn't be following. certainly, one would think that as intelligent a woman as doctor kalkan clamed to be, she would have learned her lesson by now in respect to getting too involved with her cases. if nothing else what had happened in london should have taught her that. and yet, here she was, walking down a dimly lit street and jogging up the six steps of the apartment building once she finds the address she'd been looking for. how she'd got that, perhaps, wasn't completely in-line with the fact she was supposed to be on the side of law enforcement (sometimes it helped that one's familial ties were tied up in much less legally acceptable things and held no issues in utilizing those means if she asked). it was a very blurred line at times, though ariadne was willing to justify it as a fairly minor deviation and for a greater good. when someone comes out in hurry, she grabs the door before it closes, looking back a moment as the person moves down the street and rain begins prompting her to move inside, distracted.

somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd gotten a strange sense off the hooded man, something dark and the scent of smoke... however, ariadne chalked it up to her own minor paranoia about her covert actions and her anxieties about things in the past. closing the door, ariadne wonders if this was how private detectives operated, waiting for doors to be opened or did they just pick locks? she supposes they weren't held to the same rules as the police and as long as they weren't caught. on that same thought train, she wouldn't have put it passed the one girl's only living relative, a brother, to have hired one to look into things after the police findings. regardless, she has to speak with the girl that lives here and so ariadne makes her way up the steps. there's a weight to the moment, a sudden increasing worry. she has theories, even if ariadne's not sold on them yet but she'd seen the same item on this girl's person as had been found at two previous scenes, a match box from a location she knew was a blood den. again, it didn't mean the girls were even connected to the place, for all she knew it could be the killer-- if there really was one. finally, she reaches the top where the girl's apartment was, seeking to knock only to find the door slightly ajar.

there, a few steps inside, she finds a female down-- the girl, a friend of one of the victims who she'd spoken to briefly when on scene with one of the detectives, laying on the floor among a smashed glass table. she moves to take a pulse, render aid if possible, however the girl was deceased, having begun to bleed out and another set of matches on the floor. was it a coincidence? or was someone trying to draw attention? the easy answer would be to think it was a vampire killer or more likely a ripper if one went down that route yet there was too much blood left at the scenes and no bite wounds. was it a human who knew about vampires? and it always looked like an accident-- a fall or a something of the sort. ariadne wondered if this girl also had a strange puncture mark as that had been present at the other scenes too except there wasn't an easy method to check and the glass made things precarious as it was. she needed to call this in though how she was going to explain her presence or that she'd taken it upon herself to want to ask the girl questions she held no idea how to explain. she's pulling out her phone when she senses someone else at the door.

"i'm with the m.e.'s office.. i just found her like this. i'm about to call it i--" ariadne pauses in confusion when she looks over as she stands upright. "o--" no, no. it wasn't, she's not entirely sure how she knows, perhaps it's the difference in his aura if that was what that strange sense she was only starting to become aware she had was and perhaps it's a trick of the low-light, but he looks so similar to... well, she supposed everyone had a doppelganger of sorts. "oh shit--" she realizes it too late. "--that guy with the hood downstairs! i think he's the one that did this." she's not really talking to the strange man though she should be much more concerned about his presence than she is. granted, this man wasn't dressed like the other guy that'd smelled like smoke, nor did he have the same... he didn't seem the same and she was surrounded by glass pieces if she had to defend herself. "who are you?"

*(see the novel i wrote in tags)