#(eh close enough)

[vv-ispy]

Venti is fun to write because he's unserious and funny and clever at the same time! He's also hard to write because he's unserious and funny and clever at the same time

[neproxrezi]

experimenting with some dither brushes i found for sai to shade pixel art, heres a lil heather mason walking on your dash

[oneknightstand-if]

The oks Excalibur tag in the main post links to oks Percival tag by the way

Both should now be fixed, thanks. Even if the Further Details link was possessed and kept changing itself back until I finally removed it entirely and started over from scratch.

[emilywaters]

Nagi would wear nightdresses

Like the loose, long, soft, cotton ones

They are single items so that's literally all he has to put on

Very comfortable, good to laze around in

Honestly, it's just cozy, and if I'm staying home gaming, it's definitely the most convenient and comfy thing to wear

I do have the ulterior motive of having this very specific scene in my head when reo comes to his apartment and just loses his mind

Also, I find it conceptually funny to imagine 6 foot plus Nagi in a sleevless nightdress that comes below his knees with 'Nap Queen' in swirly white font printed in the middle

(Also going to take this time to push my convenience over gender norms Nagi headcanons)

[therottenkingsreckoning]

Right, we're actually doing this.

I'm super nervous posting something like this, but with the encouragement of friends I feel ready to share with y'all the first chapter of this Franklydear mpreg fluff-fic I've been writing! Might post more chapters if reception to this one turns out to be good, but for now, have this!

~Little Flame, Chapter 1~

It began on a day like any other. That's when Frank first began to notice it anyway. He woke slowly, morning light streaming in from a crack in the blinds directly into his face. Combined with the strange coiling pain inside their gut, it made being awake on this particular morning rather unpleasant. Sensing his lover's stirring, Eddie tried to pull them close, but the same awful pain made Frank pull away.

Of course, that definitely woke the man up. Frank was never one to refuse the morning cuddles of his husband, in fact he cherished them more than anything else. "You feeling alright love?" Eddie asked, the rumble of sleep mixed with gentle and loving concern in his voice.

"Mm, s-sorry dear, " Frank said, sitting up and gently rubbing the sore spot in his stomach. "I feel a little nauseous right now. Don't know why."

"Nauseous?" Eddie was wide awake now, sitting up himself and looking worriedly at his partner. "Was it something you ate maybe? I hope my cooking's not that bad." The last line was added with a dry and awkward chuckle, clearly hoping to lighten the mood they'd woken up to a little bit.

"No! No, those were delicious," Frank assured him quickly, thinking back to the tacos his husband had made last night. Eddie really was an excellent cook, though the stress of his job often left him with little energy for such things. It was a treat to be enjoyed whenever he did have time to cook. Unfortunately for Frank though, thinking about food at the moment was a bad idea.

With a surge and squeeze of their insides, Frank was sent leaping off the bed, rushing into the bathroom just in time to throw up in the sink. Staring weakly up at his reflection, a sorry sight met them- bleary eyed, hair still in tangles, mouth wet with drool and leftover puke. What did Eddie even find appealing about such a wreck? Why would anyone look at this and not want to vomit themselves?

The pain had begun to subside, fading into a dullish ache in his lower gut, but they still inexplicably felt like he wanted to cry. What was with them right now? Pushing the irrational feelings down for the moment, he turned just in time to see the sheepish face of Eddie poking through the bathroom door. "Now I know that ain't right," he said with genuine worry. "You're clearly sick Frankie, I really hope it wasn't me that caused it."

That got the floodgates open on Frank's emotions. How much he loved and was loved by this man! Such simple gestures of care might as well have been heroic acts in their mind right now, and he almost reached to embrace and kiss him. But then, remembering the taste of bile on his lips, they turned back to brush their teeth quickly, a toothbrush-munching smile thrown his way around the drying tears.

"If's pr'lly jus' flu," Frank said.

Eddie was clearly not yet convinced (and more than little bit confused by this point) but some more gentle reassurance convinced him to leave it be for the moment. It probably was just a case of the flu, it was the right season for it.

Once they'd finally shooed the man off on his work route with promises to rest and recover, Frank fell onto the living room couch, finally allowing himself to feel the full extent of the sudden pain. Their back was killing him since they'd woken up this morning, and the peristent throbbing pain of his guts had shifted into their womb. That part felt reassuringly familiar. Maybe it was caused in part by his period starting again. He was due for one soon.

Actually...they were overdue.

The thought struck him like an arrow to the chest. The nausea, the cramps, the weird mood swings...the missed period. Could he be...

Shaking slightly, Frank's hands raked through his messy morning hair, tangling it further as they held his head steady and fought the urge to throw up yet again.

You don't know that's the case, they chastised himself, It...it could be the flu, like you said. Or a hormone imbalance.

But what if he was pregnant? How would the two take care of children? Did Eddie even want them? Frank certainly wasn't opposed to the idea, but it had always been in the abstract, "one day" vibes, not it actually happening!

Slowly, they forced himself to breathe and calm their swirling mind. I need to think about this logically, he thought.

There was really only one way of knowing for sure, of course. He'd need to buy a test from Howdy's shop. But he couldn't do that. The mere idea was agony. Frank wasn't out to most of the neighbors, at least not in regards to his sex. Julie knew, of course, she'd been there since before their transition, helped get him their first dose of T and worked odd jobs to pay for his top surgery. And Eddie knew. He definitely knew all that by now. As far as the others were aware though, Frank might as well have been AMAB. It was none of their business anyway.

But now it seemed, one more would have to be made aware. If I'm not I can finally relax and be sick, Frank told himself, steeling themselves for the journey. And if I am...

What would they even do? How would they possibly take care of a child, the responsibilities, the stress? And before they even got to that, the idea of birthing one! The pain and stress and mess of it! That was-

"Meow."

Frank looked up suddenly from where they'd curled up on the couch, eyes still speckled with the anxious tears as they met the soft black face of Bacon, their cat. Behind her, brothers Egg and Cheese soon followed, seemingly drawn to comfort their nervous parent. Or maybe they just wanted him to feed them. Whatever the reason, he was grateful they were there. Anything to get their mind off things.

Gently patting and kissing each, Frank stumbled to their feet and wandered into the kitchen for food, both his own and the cats'. The trip to Howdy's would happen, it had to. But maybe not yet.

[cartoonico]

If this is going to be my final Splatoon 2 tweet might as well go out with a bang and by that I mean a shitpost 😆

And yes, I know I slightly messed up the quote but didn't notice until after I posted it, and, unlike Splatoon 3, Splatoon 2 doesn't save your last drawing in the mailbox so I'd have to draw all of it from scratch and, since I'm not an artist and took me like an hour to do so, I rather not do that just to make a small correction so I'll just be sticking with my failed meme attempt 🤣

[starsarestories]

I love just scrolling through Tumblr late at night, my eyeballs burning because I should probably go to sleep, but I just keep reblogging everything I even slightly relate to or agree with.

[pyro-pandora]

Happy pride month! Now I’m gonna go collapse into a puddle. As one does.

Feel free to watch my suffering in the speedpaint. It’s funny when hours of individually placed lines to make a gradient are sped up to like a minute.

[chaos-has-theories]

Learned something about Aida today

(Hark! A Vagrant; Wikipedia)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me at 2am "hmm i wonder if i can make Glimmadora in heroforge.."

it is now 3:30 am but i am at peace

[summerhad]

WE'RE BACK ! in our own backyard we're gonna make the most of everyday ! we've got plans ! they may be avant garde but you know we're gonna do them anyway ! it feels so good be where we belong ! i guess that's the main bullet point of this little song ! we're tuned up and right on track ! baby WE'RE BACK !

[iridescentis]

bro my phone is so laggy nothing i type is real

ah yes my favourite band the craneves

[emotional-support-waterbottle]

the turtlenecks are a dead giveaway that I've started watching a new kdrama. Trying to translate Ren into an easier style for me is always a bit of a toss up. supplies: ballpoint, marker, clip studio

[spineless-lobster]

………..I mean sure I guess?

[antimony-ore]

When pigs fly

Boars love sweets

[chaos-has-theories]

Once, when she was strapping knives to her calves in order to hunt deer, I tried to kiss her - just once, just to see if I could. She recoiled and looked at me with bruised black eyes.

"Why?" she said, her voice long and deep now, a grown woman, finally. "Why would your do that?"

"I don't know," I said, and it was true.

She brought back a fawn that night. It's spots were white and eerie in the moonlight. In the morning, she was gone, and Taglio's little box was empty.

Oubliette's eyes blazed, her skin suddenly less than gray, flushed with anger. She threw herself against him, almost knocking him to the forest floor and kissed him with such ferocity and brutal strength that he could not breathe. Her mouth was hot in the freeze and the fog, her teeth cracking against his. She drew blood from his lip and tore away, her mouth still stained with his, scarlet in the gray.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it? The grateful kiss of a rescued maiden? Doe eyes batting stupidly at you? Just like a miller's son!"

"No! No! Oubliette, I never wanted you like that, you know that!"

"Well, why not?" She laughed, desperate and shrill. Seven looked at her, his eyes full of tears, his back bent and broken, his sleeve dangling.

"There are some things you never get over," he whispered. "What do you see when you look at me? Tell me what you see; tell me your see a man. Tell me."

Oubliette cringed, her mouth twisting into an ugly grimace. She was so much older now, he saw. Her jaw was hard and sharp, her face get own, entirely, without the smallest hint of a child haunting it.

"Bone," she hissed. "I look at you and I see bones. Bones and coins."

Harrow and the Body: The Locked Tomb, Tamsyn Muir || Seven and Oubliette, The Orphan's Tales, Catherynne M. Valente

Bonus:

"I know." Seven reached for her again, and she let herself be held shaking like a caught deer. "You saved me, my friend, my only friend. I had to save you. I had to."