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I have a headcanon (one of many possible pieces that can be moved around) for LU Hyrule that I like but I also have a feeling that it's maybe something some would have strong opinions on. How quickly do you think folks would block me 'xD if I were to say that the speculation that the healing houses in Zelda 2 are brothels is something that like- I've integrated into my headcanons for LU Hyrule's backstory. OKAY HEAR ME OUT. (no, they're probably not meant to be brothels. It's a nintendo game. It could be a place of worship, or a hospital, or a kind villager. (I also haven't played Zelda 2,,) BUT! If they are brothels- there are various ways to add this into a story which I think works well for Hyrule. No, he's not working- stay with me)

More background, I'm a fan of Terry Pratchet's Discworld, especially the Night Watch series in the city of Ankh Moorpork. The city has various guilds, some of which being the assassins' guild, thieves guild, etc. These are jobs that are going to be done regardless, so the idea is that by being recognized by the city as guilds, there can be rules and regulations protecting the workers and also making sure what they do abides to guild standards. Thieves in the guild can't kill, for example, because that's the assassins' guild's job and would require an extraordinary amount of paperwork to sort out. Another guild is the seamstresses guild which is a guild for, ya know

From the discworld wiki:

The Seamstresses' Guild does not have a formal school, most of the training being, so to speak, on the job. Some Seamstresses are based in houses of negotiable affection or, in older language, houses of ill-repute, although these houses are often highly spoken of. The head of the guild is Mrs. Rosemary Palm; "Mrs" indicating seniority rather than marital status. The guild enforcers are the Agony Aunts, Sadie and Dotsie, prim, silent old ladies who will always catch up with a client that has behaved badly toward the Seamstresses. A punished client who is able to complain to the City Watch afterwards is considered to have gotten off lightly. [...] The Seamstresses regulate their own behaviours like other good guilds. For instance, the Guild prides itself that a customer may safely enjoy the services it provides, and will only end up battered, bereft of money and clothing, and otherwise ill-abused, in an alley in The Shades at midnight, if his personal tastes were to run that way.

The second piece of background information is the book series Bloody Jack which I listened to on audiobook as a kid. It's about Jacky Faber, an orphan girl who disguises herself as a boy to serve aboard the Dolphin, a man of war ship tasked with hunting pirates, set in 1801. I've seen posts on tumblr where the following trope is disliked (but to be fair there's probably posts like that for all tropes under the sun and I like how it was used in Bloody Jack, so), but Jacky gets her period on the ship, has no idea what it is, and thinks she's dying. She can't ask any of the men on board about it but she does have an idea of somewhere she might get answers. She's put together what sex is, and the sailors often talk about visiting brothels, and the ladies working there would probably have answers for her if she's dying of some disease or something. So, when the ship next docks she visits a brothel and asks them if she's dying. She's very kindly given the sex-ed and period talk and great! She's not dying and they're not going to out her as a girl to the crew, thank goodness! She thanks the lady and goes back to the Dolphin much relieved.

OKKIE DOKIE! Now we take both of those and a ftm trans headcanon and apply it to LU Hyrule! ~13-15 y/o LU Hyrule in the middle of Zelda 2 gets his period and thinks he's dying. (it also works with the headcanon that Hyrule isn't getting proper nutrition so maybe his period came late.) He's recently learned how Ganon can be revived with the hero's blood and Hyrule's like, I'm cursed ohhhh shit! He looks for answers and takes the same route as Jacky. After that, I think he starts a rapport with the brothels. He's never asked to work or offered services (and if he was, it would be unless that is something he would want (and pay for), but nah he's not interested and after expressing that he's not asked again.) He's adopted as a little brother and is welcomed in the houses as a rest point.

There are headcanons where Hyrule isn't welcome in his towns because Ganon's minions are after him. I've read many variations: the townsfolk like him but he and they know he can't stay long--to him being shunned and unwelcome. With either case, I think the healing houses would be adamant that Hyrule will always have a place to stay. He is grateful, but if Ganon's minions are following him, then he doesn't want to stay in any place long, especially when it might put them in danger.

Also going back to Discworld's Seamstresses, I think Hyrule would take on the role of the Agony Aunts- if a client has behaved badly towards a seamstress, Hyrule will make sure they have hell to pay.

Hyrule has another safe place to stay and the seamstresses have another person looking out for them.

The seamstresses are very supportive of Hyrule being trans. They joke with him with tips on how to present more masculine. They have suggestions for packing if that's something he's interested in. Safe binding. Proper menstrual care and access to needed materials, remedies for cramps, etc.

I really like the idea of the majority of the role models in Hyrule's life being women. He has the seamstresses, the Zeldas, Impa, and the fairies of which he is a brother to as well.

I also like to think that Hyrule is very sex positive! It works with the aroace headcanon (though I think Hyrule being with whichever of his Zeldas he gets shipped with is cute, too. Enjoying various headcanons is fun and cool! but shipping aside,) Even though sex is something Hyrule isn't interested in himself, I do think he's supportive of it. He's the ultimate wingman. Talking about sex or reproductive health might make others in the chain squeamish but for Hyrule it's something completely normal. He's a strong advocate for sex education, safe sex, and fantasy contraception! 👏 He's also fantasy pro-choice! 👏

Thank you for reading my TED Talk on Hyrule!

[cocoatime]

I'am Clown and weird ahré

Jokizto, tell me, tell me :3

[aparticularbandit]

An Escapade in Homelessness

Summary: Mukuro chooses the wrong time and place to get sick during her stint of being homeless. Fortunately for her, Akane is there to help out.

brought to you by @danggirlronpa said there wasn't any Akane/Mukuro content. Here's more.

Rating: T with the understanding that this is pre-canon and so there are implications of things that happened pre-canon that aren't discussed on-screen.

Additional TW for discussions of cannibalism and disturbing imagery.

AO3

They taught her how to kill, but they didn’t teach her how to live on the streets.

They taught her how to hunt people, but not how to hunt for food, and you would think that one would easily translate into the other, but it doesn’t.  Locusts are tiny and jumpy and fast, which makes them really hard to catch, and also you can’t shoot a locust without losing the locust, which makes it absolutely not useful for food.  You can’t shoot all of the bees around a hive without probably shooting the hive, which wastes most of the honey (and also means that she’ll probably get stung by a lot of bees, which no one likes).  You can’t really shoot a fish without having to worry about it dropping, and then it’s incredibly hard to find (because trust her, she tried, and it sucked, and then she tried to catch one with her bare hands, which works better but still isn’t great).  And people notice if their horses are missing or their cats or their dogs, and there aren’t nearly as many wild rabbits as you might think, and the patterns of how animals move and hide are so different from humans, and there aren’t enough forests around here for her to try and find fresh deer meat.  (She probably could strip a deer, if she could find one, but she’s been going through cities, not through forests, and even rural areas don’t have nearly as many deer as you’d think, and people get real upset if you try to snatch something from their livelihood – not that she minds, because she’s pretty good at not getting caught, but.)

If not for the sanctity of human life or whatever, she’d kill a person and strip them down and eat that, but that’s generally frowned upon in polite society.  Or any society, really.  Also she’s pretty sure her sister would care if she found out she’d been eating people, and not in the fun way.  (To be fair, she’d probably care if she found out she’d been eating people in the fun way, too, but she’d be more likely to use that for jokes than disgust.  Not that she’s done either.  She’ll probably hold that over her head, too.)

So while Mukuro’s not exactly starving when she stumbles into what is probably the bad side of town (all sides of town are the bad sides of town, some of them are just better at hiding it behind money and wealth and caring only about gathering everything they can get their hands on and not sharing any of that with the people who desperately need something to get by), she’s definitely hungry.  Her stomach is all sorts of fucked up because she hasn’t eaten enough and also the last thing she ate (raw fish, because she couldn’t get a fire started without alerting the wild animals, and she really didn’t feel like fighting any of them over her single fish, even if she would have won, even if she could have eaten their flesh later) isn’t quite sitting well – or that’s the bad water that she drank that looked good but apparently maybe actually wasn’t good.

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that she’s hungry and she’s sick and she’s tired when she slumps down in an alleyway that looks mostly abandoned, rests her head against a full bag of trash (it’s softer than the wall behind her, and it’s easier to hide if she does it among trash bags than flush in the open against the wall), and closes her eyes.

Now, Mukuro has a good concept of time, unlike some people, which means she knows that roughly fifteen minutes pass between the time she closes her eyes and the time she feels another girl nudging her with her crusty shoe.  (She knows it’s a girl because she doesn’t laugh.  Boys always laugh first, like she’s some secret stench that they’ve found and want to share to disgust their friends; girls nudge with their shoe because they want to check on her but they don’t want to get her stench on them, if they can help it.)

“Hey.  You alive?”

The voice confirms that this is a girl, at least.  Maybe if she plays dead long enough, the girl will leave her alone.

“Man.  I don’t wanna have to drag another body to the crema—”

“I’m not dead, you dweeb.”  Mukuro cracks an eye open and glares at the girl with dark skin and darker hair.  “I’m trying to take a nap.  So buzz off.”

The girl tilts her head to one side.  “Real shit place to nap.  Police’ll come by and scavenge you in about….”  She sniffs the air.  “Few minutes.”

Mukuro sniffs.  She can’t smell anything but the trash.  “I’ll kill ‘em then.”

“Yeah?  You a good fighter?”  The girl’s eyes light up.  “Get some food in me, and I’ll wipe the floor with you!”

Mukuro blinks.  “I thought I was going to fight the police.”

“Yeah, fight the scumbags later.  I’m more fun!”  The girl pops a hand on her hip and flashes Mukuro a bright smile.

Mukuro just stares at her for a few seconds and says nothing.  Then she curls up one side away from her, holding a bag of trash to her stomach like a stuffed animal.  (She’s only ever had one, a black bear with the cutest pinprick eyes, and Oto-sama ripped it in half with his bare hands.  Her sister sewed one of the halves to half of her white bear as a form of solidarity, but it didn’t matter.  It’s not like she could keep the bear with her anyway.)

“Hey, we gotta go!”

The girl grabs her shoulder – digs her grubby, shorn nails through the rip in Mukuro’s shirt to the skin below – and tears her out of the safe comfort of the trash, lifts her over her shoulder like she’s nothing more than a bag of trash herself, and sprints out of the alleyway.

“W-wait!”  Mukuro pounds her fists against the girl’s shoulder.  “Put me down!”

“Nah, you’da stayed in the trash heap, and then you woulda died, and I don’t feel like lettin’ someone else die right now, so you’re just gonna come with me, and then we can fight later!”  The girl grits her teeth together.  “You weigh nothin’.  You been eatin’ right?  Who am I kiddin’, you were in the trash, ain’t nobody sleepin’ in trash who eats right.  Did you at least check the trash for scraps?”

“I didn’t think about that.”

The girl groans.  “Man, you suck.  There was probably some good stuff in there, and now it’s all gonna be gone!”  She scuffs the toe of one shoe on the ground as she keeps running.  “Scavengers’ll get it while we’re gone!”

Mukuro tries to pull herself out of the girl’s grip again, but it’s like steel.  “I thought you said the police were coming.”

“After the police!”  The girl scowls.  “Whadda ya think I was doin’ there?”

Mukuro doesn’t answer that, too preoccupied with getting herself out.  She doesn’t like being carried, and she especially doesn’t like being carried somewhere she doesn’t know.  “Can you let me down?  I can walk, you know.”

“Nah.  You’ll just run away, and then we won’t be able to fight.”

“I didn’t agree to a fight with you.  You just assumed—”

Immediately, the girl drops her to the ground and glares at her.  “I just saved your life!”

“Doubt it.”  Mukuro shifts just enough to keep herself from landing on anything too important (a sprained ankle or wrist right now would not be great) and then pushes herself up.  Her eyes narrow as she takes the girl in.  “You wouldn’t even beat me.  You’re too scrawny for that.”

“Says you.”

Mukuro dusts herself off, although that’s pointless after trying to nap surrounded by garbage bags, and then holds out her hand.  “Mukuro,” she says.  “Ikusaba Mukuro.”

The girl stands at her hand.  “What’s that?”

“A handshake.  It’s a thing you do when you introduce yourself.”

“Uh-huh.”  The girl just stares at her hand.  “Looks like a good way to start a throw down.”

“I’m not fighting you.”

“Yeah.  You said.”  The girl doesn’t take her hand.  “Owari Akane.”  She stares at Mukuro and sniffs again.  “You hungry?  I’m always hungry.  You got anything to eat?”

Mukuro shakes her head.  “No.”  Whether that’s an answer to the first question or the second one is up to Akane’s interpretation; it’s a lie, if the first, but she’s not going to tell her that.  Her stomach recoils, and her face grows white.  “I haven’t been feeling so good.”

Akane steps back, away from her.  “You gonna get sick?”

“No.”

Mukuro’s actually not sure about this.  She absolutely could get sick at probably any moment.  She’s just not going to do it in front of this girl.  (She remembers what it is to show weakness in front of someone who would take advantage of it, who would only hurt her for showing it to them.  This girl wants to fight her for no reason; she refuses to show weakness to her.)

But Akane scowls at her.  “You’re gonna get sick.”  Before Mukuro can say anything, she grabs her and throws her over her shoulder again.  “I gotta friend who can fix you up.  But you better not get sick on me!” she says as she breaks out into a sprint again.

“I’m not going to get sick.”

Mukuro says that, but the problem with being manhandled and carried over someone else’s shoulder is that it does not help her stomach.  If anything, it just makes it worse.

But she’s not going to get sick.

She’s not.

(Force of will in the Ikusaba family is very strong.  She won’t get sick until she’s good and ready to get sick.  That’s how this works.

…most of the time.)

~

Akane carries a Mukuro who is doing her best to keep her mouth shut tight for ten minutes through alleyways and streets that she clearly knows better than the back of her hand.  Every now and again, she gives Mukuro a warning, and then jumps – parkours – from one wall to another to jump over a fence or barricade; at these moments, Mukuro digs her teeth into her lower lip to keep from heaving.  She would have been fine if Akane left her alone; all of these carrying and jumping is making things worse.  Finally, Akane jumps to the top of a wall, grabs hold of a window frame, and swings both of them through the window before dropping Mukuro unceremoniously on a dirty, stained mattress.

(Some of the stains are blood.  Mukuro knows what those look like.)

“Mikan!” Akane calls out, cupping her hands around her mouth.  The name comes out like two syllables as she calls it again – Mi-kan – like Rika calling out ni-pah! in that stupid horror show her sister found so fascinating.  (It was the games that the club members played with each other that she’d loved so much, more than the horror stuff; maybe, if Mukuro had stayed there, they would have formed their own club and had their own pranks and games, but she’ll never know that now.)  And again, her face scowling after a few seconds, “Mi-kan!”

Followed by the furious sound of someone running up the stairs and the appearance of a girl paler than Mukuro’s ghastly face with uneven hair the color of a fading bruise.  One of her arms and one of her legs are bandaged – opposite ones, like a fashion statement, although Mukuro’s pretty sure it’s not that.  The girl shuts the door behind her and turns to Akane with round, uncertain eyes.  “A-A-Akane, now is a…is a b-b-bad t-t-time—”

“But Mikan!”  Akane claps her hands together like a prayer and bows her head the slightest bit.  “You said if I need help to come see ya again!  And I gotta friend who needs help!”

Mukuro slowly pushes herself up.  “Friend is an…an overstatement.”

Akane shoots her a look.  “You’re gonna fight me, which means you’re a friend.”  She grins at her, a grin that quickly fades, brows furrowing in consternation, as she continues, “Except I kick the shit out of the assholes who try to steal my good stolen food, but you’re not tryin’ ta steal from me, so,” she grins again, “you’re okay!”

While they talk, Mikan slowly scoots over to Mukuro.  She holds a hand to Mukuro’s forehead, and Mukuro instinctively flinches away from her touch.  Mikan’s eyes widen.  “N-n-no!  I won’t hurt you!  I’m a….”  She hesitates, her face flushing.  “I’m not a…not a nurse, b-b-but I’m really good at…at taking care of people.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”  Akane crosses her arms and stares at her.  “I’m no good with sick, but Mikan’ll back me up.  Right?”

Mikan gives Mukuro a general look then nods.  “I’ll take very good care of you.”

“No.  I need to go.”  Mukuro tries to push herself up off the mattress, her stomach roiling again.  “I’ve got to get to Enoshima.”

Akane’s expression shifts, her eyes widening.  “What, like the island?  That’s where that other girl wanted to go!”  She crosses her arms and thinks strongly for a few seconds.  “It’s been a while.  But if you see her, you should tell her I said hi!”  Her face falls.  “Only I didn’t tell her my name.”

“What….”  Mikan looks up at Akane.  “What…girl?”

“I met her before I found you,” Akane says and shrugs.  Then she shoves Mukuro back down onto the mattress and sits next to her.  “You’re not gonna get there if you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick.”

“Quit lyin’ to me!  I’ll beat it out of you!”

“P-p-please don’t fight h-h-here!”

Mukuro sighs and flops back on the mattress.  She hates to admit it, but there’s an element of truth in what Akane’s saying.  Even Fenrir hadn’t wanted sick operatives out in the field.  Being sick makes you more liable to make a mistake, to cause a fatality.  This might just be food poisoning, and she might be able to stick it out and move on just fine, but if Akane carrying her everywhere taught her anything, it’s that her stomach is not in any position for her to go anywhere just yet.  And a room with a roof over her head and a mattress under her back – even a blood-stained one – is better than curling up with a trash bag as a pillow.

“This is a safe place to stay?” Mukuro asks, staring at Mikan.  “You take care of sick people here, and they don’t have to worry about anything?”

Mikan’s gaze drops, and her hands draw up in front of her chest in small fists, an inadequate defensive measure against either of the people in the room with her.  “I can take…,” she starts to say, her face flushing.  “If you’re my patient,” she tries again, firmer this time, “I will take very good care of you.”

“Yeah, last time I ate from one of the dumps near that seafood place, she nursed me right back to better!”  Akane beams and pats Mikan’s shoulder hard enough that Mikan squeaks and curls tighter in on herself.  “The best part is she doesn’t cost anything!”

But Mukuro looks over Mikan and thinks that probably she does cost something, just not anything Akane can see.  “I’ll stay then,” she says and meets Mikan’s eyes when Mikan looks up at her.  “At least until I feel better.”

“So you are sick!”

“No.  I’m not sick.”

Akane just beams at her.  She grabs the lip of the window again and hangs half out of it.  “I’ll be back before you leave,” she says, “so we can have our fight!”

“A-A-Akane, if you…if you fight, then she’ll be stuck here l-l-longer—”

But Akane swings out of the window before Mikan can finish her sentence.  Mikan sighs and glances back to Mukuro.  “P-p-please don’t fight here,” she repeats, soft.

“I don’t plan on fighting her,” Mukuro says, “and if I do, she’s the one who will be stuck here.  I don’t think that’s a good return for her kindness, do you?”

~

The days pass – days, because Mukuro’s food poisoning gets worse before it gets better – and Mikan keeps an eye on her, just like she said she would.  Every day, Akane swings back in through the window to check on her, to see if she’s ready to fight, and every day, she swings back out with her tail between her legs, scowling because Mukuro hasn’t gotten better fast enough.  Finally, though, Mukuro does feel better, well enough to leave, but she has no intention of waiting for Akane to return to fight her.

“Tell her I said thank you,” Mukuro says as she laces up her boots.  She brushes her hands along her dirty clothes, even though it still doesn’t do much of anything, and then stands.  A myriad of knives and other weapons sit on the floor next to her, and she begins to hide them on her person again.

Mikan’s gaze drops.  “Sh-sh-she’s not going to be…to be happy about this.”

Mukuro glances at her.  “She won’t hurt you, will she?  You won’t last long in a fight.”  She’d tried to give Mikan some tips and tricks during her stay, but she’s not sure how many of them stuck.  Most of it was spoken; it would be better to stay for a little while longer and give her some actual practice, but she doesn’t have time for that.  She needs to get to Enoshima.

She needs to find her sister.

“N-n-no.”  Mikan offers Mukuro a small, sweet smile.  “I-I-I would be no good in a f-f-fight.  A-A-Akane knows that.”

Mukuro nods.  She hesitates, not wanting to give Mikan a hug but wanting to offer her some form of comfort regardless, and then reaches over and places a hand on her shoulder.  “Come find me,” she says, “if you ever need anything.”

“O-o-of course.”

Then Mukuro grabs the lip of the window the same way she’s seen Akane do, drops onto the nearest roof, and makes her way out of the city.

~

At the city’s edge, Mukuro finds Akane waiting for her with one hand propped on her hip and a big smile on her face.  She scuffs her boots on the ground and scowls.  “I don’t want to fight—”

“Yeah, I know!”  Akane walks forward to meet her.  “You’re leaving before you’re top notch, and I don’t wanna fight you when you’re all weak and shit.”  She shifts the strap of a backpack from her shoulder and then shoves it into Mukuro’s hands.  “It’s a lot of walkin’ from here to Enoshima, so I got you the best thing!”  She beams as Mukuro opens the pack.  “Food!  But not the kind that’ll make you get all sick again.”

Mukuro stares at the food in the pack.  Some of it’s bread, which won’t last very long at all, but most of it’s stuff that will last, at least for a little while.  Even further down, there are a few unopened bottles of water, which in her professional opinion is even better.  She’ll save those for later, to make sure they last just as long as possible.  She also won’t ask how Akane got any of it, not because that’s rude, but because she has a general idea and she doesn’t want to know.  Instead, she pulls out one of the bread rolls and hands it over to her.  “You need to eat, too,” she says, not looking up to meet her eyes.  “You have to be at your best when I come back.”

Akane’s eyes widen, and for a moment, Mukuro is certain she’s going to tell her not to come back.  But then she just grins.  “I’m always at my best!”  Still, she’s munching on the roll as Mukuro walks away, and when Mukuro looks back only a few seconds later, the roll is already gone.

This time, when Mukuro pulls out a roll, she stares at it for a few seconds before taking a bite.  It’s soft and warm and good and filling.  She takes another bite.

(She forgot to say thanks.  That’s okay.  Mikan will say it for her.)

[echoalias]

Inktober Day Four: Dodge (Viper)

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// zerofifteen/fifteenzero , 015 , 150

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“Oh, Fifteen!”

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Left designs of Zero and Fifteen: @//S0LARIS26 on Twitter !!

Haha!! I’ve sending lil’ doodles to ‘em on strawpage and have absolutely been planning to draw fanart of their 015 designs, sooo ta-da!! :DD Hope you enjoy these Zeroes and their silly, Fifteen-lovin’ antics!! XD /gen /pos

Below are some alts of the piece above!! :]

Left: Yellow/Gold Overlay

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[the-red-butterfly]

Domesticity On The Run

Corazón, Baby 5 & Law (One Piece)

It came to his notice again only a day later, in their camp on the next island. Corazon was refreshing his paint after they’d escaped a bad rain, wiping the streaks- almost like tear stains- from his face. Baby 5 perked up when he’d pulled the little cases from his coat, “Can you show me how to do that?” “Hm? Oh, makeup? Sure, come on up, kiddo.” She clambered up onto his lap, watching diligently as he carefully painted his lips. The strokes were even and swooping, his hands steady and skilled from long routine. Law had found himself watching Corazon’s hands, ever since he learned about the nerve damage. The brush was accordingly held, not between the tips of the fingers, but between the second knuckles, and swept with movements of the entire hand. He finished with a flourish and a quiet ‘ta-da!’, and Baby 5 perked up, wiggling eagerly on his knee, “Now me!” “You want some, too?” She nodded fervently, “Yeah- it’s pretty.” He smiled, a tiny, genuine thing under the big fake one. “Alright, hold still.” Law was reminded, suddenly and painfully, of watching his mother do her makeup in the vanity, of his sister begging to partake in the daily ritual and ‘look pretty like mommy’. He pulled his hat down and turned away with a scowl, heart aching. Ch. 7 Names by Mallow_of_the_Marsh

Finally done with this ✨ I'm so happy with how it turned out!

GUYS, if you like Corazón and Law fics this one is SO GOOD. It's a AU about Corazón kidnaping Baby 5, it's called Hearts and Kisses I can't recommend it enough.

This was originally going to be one page but Cora was really so big that I had to move him to his own single page XD he just would NOT fit 😂

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AND I haven't really updated the comic commission sheet in ages but the gist of it is mostly the same in case anyone's interested.

[zetadraconis11]

I was wondering how do you think the hl characters would react if they found out how much money MC has and were surprised at how expensive the gifts that MC brought with her are?

I'd say they would be at least shocked, lol. It's even crazier how the game just says it's "gold". The only currency (in Harry Potter) that looks like gold in the wizarding world is galleons, which is the most expensive coin. And MC just finds chests that can be opened when you're Disillusioned, and each chest has 500 gold.

I get from a game developer's standpoint that it's easier to just do one coin currency, but...in the magic world? Yeah, MC is loaded XD

*In the Room of Requirement*

Sebastian: Hey, MC, what's this area over here?

MC: Oh, that's my vault. It's where I keep all my valuables and things I found throughout the year.

Natty: Oh, like what?

MC: I'll show you! *opens the door* Ta-da!

The group:

Amit: I-is that a massive pile of...Galleons?

Poppy: ...Maybe it's leprechaun gold?

MC: I have no idea what you're talking about, but I found tons of these coins in numerous chests all over.

Ominis: I have wandered all over this castle, and I never knew these chests were out there!

MC: You have to use the Disillusionment charm on the chests, and then open them. But! That's not the most valuable things I found! *waves to the piles of different clothing* Check out all these scarves! Oh, and look at these different robes! They're so soft, Ominis. I think you'd like them. Oh, and these wand handles! Do you guys want some? I have so many.

The group: *watches MC go on about all the things she found*

Sebastian: ...Bless her heart, she really has no idea how rich she is.

Ominis: Make sure she doesn't impulsively overspend. That's how my family's fortune became squandered.

[sudag-o]

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(hj são menos perguntas :3)

1- qual seu espírito animal? (eu sou onceler peixonauto)

2- imagina q vose saiu pra algum canto e volta pra casa e entra no seu quarto e tem várias minis babauzinhas em todos os cantos (dançando, pulando, dormindo, cantado, gritando, brigando entre si, bagunçando, se beijando, fumando, comendo prateleira, se tacando da janela e o pior de tudo fazendo um ritual em volta do pelúcia onceler e tmb muitos etc) seu primeiro emoji é a sua reação, e oq vose faria?

3- qual a coisa mais estranha que aconteceu com vose?

4- tem várias vadias dando em cima do onceler oq vose faz?

5- oq o onceler tá fazendo agora?

eu sei os seus planos com ele seu safado.. solta o rodrigo cavalo alves AGORA!!!

AKBOU :3 aqui 🍪🍪🍪🍪🧁🧁🧁 vários cokies e bolinhos pra vose ^_^

BOM DIAAAAAAA

1 oje eu to. Twailight manera

2 🍃 VO USAR O PODER DA NATUREZA CONTRA VOCE!!!!!!!! FOLHAS IRAO VOAR E LEVAR AS BABAUS PRA LOMGE E ELAS VAO GRITA AAAAAAAAA E EU VOU RI HAHAHAH. HAHAE SAUVA O ONCELER DONRITUAL BABABA agora ke reli a pergunta eu intendi disculpa eu to co sono eu. Eu faria ingual aqlee episodio de ever after high e usaria as mini babaus d empregadas domesticas qe me ajudam no dia a dis . Vcs inclusive vao arruma meu quarto qe bagunsoy

3 uma ves eu tava na iscola esperando meu pai neh o merda demorava. Ate 19h da noite p me busca aí eu ja fikava todo lele da cuca e numa dessas vzs eu vi um carro xegando e axei q era ele e ai eu entrei e fexei a porta e '_' huh. Carro errado ai o filho do cara tava m encarano esperando eu sair e todo mumdo paresia qrer me matar. Num eh a mais estranha ta + pra vergonhosa

4 SUSU PIRANHA MOOD ACTIVATED.. QMDO eu sinto ciume eu fiko muinto grudento eu esto definitivamente m esfregando no onceler descaradamente. Sobre as vadias estou roubando a carteira delas neste momento btw :P

5 QNDO VOCE MANDOU ESTA PERGUNTA 18h ele discobriu o popit eletronico.. ele estavs competindo c o lorsx emqnro eu dezenhava ai eu botei i love you da avril lavignr p toca e o lorax fiko Num Acredito Mt xringe isso #TOFORA e vazou com um pedaço do bolo de 3 sabores q ele fes ai eu e o onceler falou bem alto p ele ouvir

QUE BOM (Q VC SAIU).

e a gntfiko hehe xD esta musica é fofa.. ai eu falei q tava dedicando a ele por ter acreditado em mim pq eu consegui +3 comissionadores num dia o/ eai ele fiko todo orgulhoso di mim =D e a musica fico tocando e. Agnt sendo gay eai. Ai ele foi pega agua pra bebe

qndo eu comesei a escrever esta resposta (meia noite e pocos) ele tava falando q era p gmt ir dormi pq qm fica ate tarde trabalhando eh ele T.T

Agora 8h. Eu to faland9 p ele oq eu to escrevendo comentando SOMOS ALMAS PERDIDAS NESTA IMENSIDAO DOS CEUS . A JURA DA ETERNIDADE SACRIFICARA NOSSOS INIMIGOS EM SEU ULTIMO PISCAR (traduzindo: somos um casal de lokos) e ele. Mim bejo falando. "Anjinho x3"

Onceler Tira meu swag.

RO RO. RODRIGO CAVALO ALVES ??!!? EU SO CONHESO O DANILO TOMATES!

[skyward-floored]

PEGGYYYYYY BTW you mentioned an Encanto AU thing awhile ago right? I keep thinking about it skshsksbns I'd love to hear more about what you'd figured out, if you're willing 👁️👁️

- hero-of-the-wolf

Yeah haha I did, I can’t remember if I ever posted much about it? I didn’t really do anything with it, I just had fun figuring out characters after I watched the movie the first few times XD I don’t think I kept my notes though, lemme see if I remember who was who hmm...

Wind was Mirabel, since I thought it would be cool for him to be the only one without a gift since he’s sort of the hero known for not like, having the hero’s spirit exactly, you know? And he’s exuberant like her it fits XD

Wild is Camilo, sorry it just really fits I think. He’s a silly guy.

Four and Hyrule I couldn’t totally decide, because they could both be Antonio, and both be Dolores. I don’t think I ever decided which they were going to be, but they’re both one of those. They both fit!! Ack!!

Warriors is Isabella and Twilight Luisa. I mixed things around with what they do (Warriors is going to court Midna, he does not want to do this but feels pressured to because he’s the golden child, Twilight likes Midna but doesn’t say anything and struggles with being constantly reliable, etc), but those are the basic roles.

Abuela is actually Hylia. I thought that would be something interesting to explore, and really, who else fits there? Plus like... First as her husband who dies?? It’s perfect. And dos ourugitas is such a them song.

I was a little torn on Bruno for a while, but I think Legend fits there nicely (even if the ages are really wonky, but that can be messed with). Time could also be him though? That would mess up the other idea I had for him though. This one is what I had the most trouble with lol. Maybe Legend could be a brother instead of an uncle, and that would fix things. Dunno.

If Time isn’t Bruno, he’s Wind’s (and Warriors’ and Twilight’s) dad, married to Malon of course. It makes sense for her to be the person with magic cooking, so even though it’s a little weird to have Hylia be her mom, I guess that’s how it works. Though admittedly that would be a funny gift for Time. Unless I change it. 🤣

And Sun and Sky are Pepa and Felix, I mean come on there’s nobody else for them. Sun with weather powers!!! Hello!!! They have Four and Hyrule and Wild as kids.

I think... that’s everyone? Yeah. I think. Ta da XD

[teecupangel]

So, I’ve been playing skyward sword and I’m in absolute love with the flight control - so naturally I started thinking of Desmond as a loftwing. I think he’d be light brown, like dark sand maybe, with gold and white accents. Colour of his hair, colour of his hoodie, colour of the Eye, etc. Hawk/eagle colours. I don’t think he’d find it hard to adapt to… uh, becoming a really big bird. Big enough to bite Templar heads off with his massive beak! Maybe even big enough for a human to… ride?

Huh. This is neat. Wonder if Altair wants to go flying. Thus: Altair becomes the Eagle of not only Masyaf, but also the Skies Over Masyaf. Well, at least he’s having fun! (Though the thin strap on the simple saddle Altair made for Desmond is distressingly flimsy, Desmond keeps worrying that the buckle will fail and his ancestor will fall off…)

Few centuries later, Ezio finds a massive bird in a stasis crystal in the Sanctuary under Monterriggioni, the same shape and size as the stone bird standing curled around Altair’s statue. When he puts a hand on the crystal, it shatters, and the bird wakes up, immediately moving to preen Ezio’s hair. Ta-da! Loftwing companion, get!

Leonardo agrees to make a more secure double-strap saddle for Desmond that buckles both in front of his wing joints and behind them under the feathers, for the low low price of letting Leonardo fly on him a few times. F-For science, of course! There’s no way a bird this big should be flight worthy, after all! It has nothing to do with how nice it feels to fly, or how the shape of the wings has Leo rethinking his flight machine, and, oh! This crest is so soft, and Desmond is very permissive with petting…

My first thought is that Desmond would have the same coloring as a roseate spoonbill XD

But your coloring matches him even better.

For the saddle, I think it would start off as a simple saddle then Altaïr would start to use the Apple to make a better, more efficient saddle.

And that’s the saddle that Leonardo finds in one of the codex pages. He modifies it so it would become a double-strap saddle with a design befitting a Leonardo Da Vinci work. (Not that Altaïr’s saddle was ugly, it was just focused on performance and Altaïr didn’t care about how it looked other than the colors should complement Desmond)

Altaïr also made the saddle have more utility and Desmond was used to having supplies on his back.

Of course, Ezio thinks that bulky supplies doesn’t look good on Desmond and Desmond is just like “I really don’t care but it’s not like you can understand what I’m saying so you just do you, Ezio.” while Leonardo agrees.

So, Desmond while with Altaïr felt more like a majestic wild beast of the skies.

With Ezio though? Desmond turns into a divine bird of justified vengeance courtesy of Ezio’s ideas that Leonardo has to interpret and turn into reality (the woes of all artists with unreasonable clients)

Claudia saw the expenses and borrowed a mercenary’s sword to cut her own brother down XD

[furiarossa]

You should do a redesign of Clockwork, or Pariah Dark if you’ve already done Clockwork.

So let's start off big, shall we? Having to re-design one of the fandom's favorite characters... hmmm... prepare to see him completely butchered!

Or better... prepare to see them completely butchered. We love the idea of strong, elemental ghosts being sexless, genderless creatures, just forces of nature. Leeeet's go!

Here's our new babey:

Clockface

(Just as Clockwork does not show in his drawing any inner workings of mechanical devices, Clockface, obviously, does not show his face XD. Also, Clockwork would have been a very uncharacteristic name for the kind of stories we write, so we definitely had to change it)

Clockface is a nodal ghost (we'll expand on that later, for now the explanation is only available in Italian) with a chronokinetic core.

Appearance 

Clockface, like all nodal ghosts, has an inhuman appearance. 

They're conceptually connected to clocks, calendars, the concept of lost time, and the color purple. 

Despite being entirely composed of ectoplasm, their upper and lower body appear noticeably different: the upper, constantly ticking, resembles a steampunk robot, with gears and "metallic" parts, while the lower is more similar to that of a "common" spiritual entity, with a variable and smoky shape, but which becomes increasingly fragmented, and rotten and decaying, going lower. 

They wear a white mask, which does not hide any face, but only other gears, which in turn protect their core. Their eyes are not located on his head, but on his chest, and are a bright purple color, the same as their aura.

Trivia

They are not a particularly well-liked spirit, and as such there are many nicknames given to them by the other inhabitants of the Otherworld. One of these is simply his name, but without the L.

Clockface is not completely incapable of speaking without singing, but is so obsessed with the idea of ​​"keeping time" that they must sing it vocally. It seems that the metronome that is implanted in their chest was somehow not originally part of their body, but had it implanted.

Clockface is capable of possessing clocks, but has such respect for the passage of time that they always ends up not changing them in any way; a clock possessed by Clockface looks and acts like a normal clock.

Here are the sketches we used to build their design: (with some extra explanations and the visualization of what is the mask actually hiding!)

As you can see, at the start their design was much more similar to Clockwork, we just established that we wanted the weird clockwork-seethrough-head, and then slowly we worked to change it to the final result!

So, ta-da! From this to this:

We'll slowly post all the re-designed and re-written characters HERE. And we'll also post more art, concepts and worldbuilding related to them!

Also HERE the original post in which we talking about redesigning DP characters.

[Oh, and a lot more of our Danny Phantom fanarts: Here’s our tag on tumblr!]

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[nshi-ao3]

Valentine’s event is live! I keep hearing that the simps are loving the new emote and all I can think about is Ren proudly embarrassing Raha with flowers every chance he gets xD

Ren: (spontaneously manifests flowers) Ta-da! :D G'raha: Awww! How did you do that, anyway? Ren: Sephirot. :) G'raha:

[storytellingbadger]

My messy process for drawing that zero people asked to see XD ...

Sketch #1: just shapes, zero definition. The scruffier, the better - it adds movement and flow, and I neaten it up later. All about composition, character proportions, checking sizes/heights, who's going where, etc. If I'm happy with a character's shape but not their placing or pose, I just select and drag around.

Sketch #2: go over the bare bones with an equally scruffy but more detailed sketch. I've got references on hand for hands, my greatest nemesis - I still screwed up Solar's hand here, but oh well, every day's a school day. Experiment with expressions, wrinkles, hand poses, double-check character references to add in details I'd otherwise forget later (individual eye shape, markings, etc.)

Depending on the complexity, I may do a third sketch, but not needed here. I don't want to have to make changes at the lineart stage when clean-up takes twice as long, so this scruffy stage takes a while.

Lineart: weirdly, I love sketchy styles, but am completely incapable of doing them myself. I prefer sharp lines and crisp edges, so I use a small, pressure sensitive brush in deepest black, and annihilate it with the eraser tool to taper edges and add sharp detailing. I also play with sharpening filters to get the resolution I want.

Colour: I add a fill layer beneath the lineart in a colour that's not going to feature on the characters at all. This means I can a) get into the nooks and crannies and erase any overlap from the select tool, and b) any missed spots when I colour in will stick out like sore thumbs, so I don't leave gaps for background to shine through in teeth or sclera etc. I then colour on top of that. I keep it simple, only adding variety and shading to the eyes and odd detailing - bells, buttons, etc.

This will sound bloody obvious, but adding colour can change the whole look and feel of the picture. For example on this piece, once colour had finished, I realised the lack of neck ruffles made Solar look weirdly exposed compared to the equally shirtless Eclipse, like he'd been interrupted getting ready for a shower or something. So a rescue shirt was added! (You can see shirtless Solar on the original post here.)

Background: I'm allergic to drawing backgrounds so I speed-run with shapes and textures, mucking about until it looks good enough. I have no idea why but I'm adding borders to all my drawings at the moment, so that goes in too. Normally I also add a white border around the characters, but not for these refs.

And ta da. Nothing special, but works for me! Moment of silence for Solar's haunted hand.

[etherealmaidenprincess]

A Sonamy one-shot I have is kinda all over the place so I'll try to summarize.

Basically I read a theory/character analysis that Sonic conveys how he feels through actions. The whole "Actions Speak Louder Than Words" thing. Even more so when it's private in regards to Amy.

I adore this idea and while listening to some Little Mermaid ambiance/orchestral soft music, I got this idea to Crossover Sonic with this one specific storyline from Disney XD's 'Pair of Kings'.

.....yes it's that all over the place.

Basically I imagine Amy getting tricked and cursed into a mermaid. Where she eventually speaks in dolphin. Obviously this is difficult for Sonic as well because he wants to help, but it's putting his fear of water to the test.

Amy is more active in trying to break this curse so she doesn't have to put Sonic in any discomfort when it comes too water. Of course she'll accept help. But after a few failed attempts and feeling like this is going to be her life from now on, swims off to try to breathe and refocus. This is a lot she's been through. Even if part of her liked the idea, this wasn't how she wanted it to go.

Sonic runs around the island and finds her in a nearby cove(alcove?). Laying part out of the water on a rock. He reaches out to brush a tear away. Gently encouraging her to keep on going. Remind her that she can find a way out of this.

An adventure happens-

.....I don't have all the details yet. You'll find out lolz. If I get to writing this soon of course.

Anyways, one part of breaking this curse is to get across this specific threshold found on the beach before sunset. However, as time is running out, in her mermaid form, Amy can't crawl over because she needs to be in the saltwater to survive and not shrivel up(lame excuse I know but she's trying her best with her strength and the energy she has left over).

Tails, Knuckles and Rouge go to fetch like a rope or something to help her get out. Sonic takes this moment to rush by her side and ask if she could use his assistance. Carrying her in his arms over the threshold. Their friends turn to see a bright light and ta-da! Amy is back to herself. Even her voice is back and she laughs in overwhelming joy and relief.

"There's that laugh I missed." Sonic says making her blush.

The last bit was an idea of Amy singing softly and Shadow realizing that's the voice he heard that kept him calm on the cruelest nights thinking about Maria. He kinda confesses but not really like, looking at her and saying out loud, "its...her....she's the one I've-" and stopped before leaving. Amy gets a gut feeling and whilst alone on her home back porch, hums a tune she hopes will hear. Which he does.

That's basically it. So yeee...

[dawkacynizmu]

ten rok był okropny, druga połowa koszmar. tylko rozpadały się moje relacje z każdym po kolei i zostałam bez nikogo do kogo mogłabym się odezwać. w czerwcu stary niespodziewanie powiedział goodbye cała rodzina się pokłóciła, z matką już ledwie na siebie patrzymy mogłabym pisać o niej całe paragrafy i o tym jak tylko pragnę się wyprowadzić i uciąć/ograniczyć kontakt z nią (chociaż będę miała potworne wyrzuty sumienia i gdybym się na to zdobyła to oznaczałoby to utratę kontaktu z rodzeństwem które jest mega zdania "no dobra kolorowo nie było z matką i ojcem ale mocno nas nie bili i głodni nie chodziliśmy"). chciałam trochę naprawić z nią kontakt bo miałam wyrzuty sumienia przez to że ledwo się do niej odzywam i siedzę ciągle sama w pokoju ale potem zaczęłam baczniej przypatrywax się temu co mówi za plecami mojego rodzeństwa o nich. dotarło do mnie ze jest fałszywa, syczymy na siebie zamiast ze sobą rozmawiać i chociaż cząstka mnie jej nienawidzi druga ma w sobie tak dużo współczucia wobec tego co musiała w życiu przejść i jak jej się za to odwdzięczam.

ten okres po tym jak stary on umarł sam w sobie też był dziwny. mądra ja nie wiedziała jak to przekazać jakimś znajomym więc po prostu nikomu nie powiedziała i nikt się nie odezwał nie zapytał czemu zniknęłam na tyle czasu (nie chodziłam do szkoły) i jakiś mam ból dupy o to nie ukrywam. nie tak że chciałabym żeby ktoś mi współczuł (bo nie ma czego) ale kurwa pamiętam że dosłownie jakoś napomknelan kamili że nie mogę się spotkać bo ide na pogrzeb a ona odpisała "aa słyszałam od X" i nic więcej. a jak się potem zobaczyłam z amelka to wyskoczyła do mnie z tekstem ze "masz już zacząć chodzić do szkoły kurwo bo mi się nie chce samej jeździć rano"

jedynie sierpień był dobry jakiś spokojny, ed się uspokoiło

potem w październiku wróciło z mega mocą i jestem tym ogromnie zmęczona. wrócił mi wtedy też trochę trądzik ze stresu, średniego stanu psychicznego i średniej diety. przeczyszczałam się dużo. w ostatnie tygodnie wakacji mega obsesyjnie ćwiczyłam po 2-3 godziny, rower, spacery ciągle, chodzenie w miejscu bo miałam w głowie że skoro jem więcej muszę sobie to wyrównać, stopy miałam w okropnym stanie, zdarte podeszwy i pełno odcisków XD w okresie świątecznym rzygałam kilka razy ale nie będę o tym opowiadać

pod koniec października ta akcja z psami (czyjeś puszczone luzem psy zaatakowały nas na spacerze i go zagryzły) czułam się źle z tym wszystkim (chociaż nie uważam tego za przyczynę a bardziej kumulację) i bardzo wypadłam z jakiegoś swojego rytmu życia na cały listopad nie uczyłam się wcale, dużo nieobecności i w sumie nie pamiętam nic XD na pewno spać nie mogłam, zaczęłam bardzo dużo pisać, praktycznie w każdej wolnej chwili byłam zdala od rzeczywistości

najbardziej to mnie męczyła samotność w tym roku, to że nie mogę się wpasować ani znaleźć nikogo przy kim czułabym się lubiana. jestem jakaś odcięta emocjonalnie od ludzi, nie umiem odpowiedzieć kocham cię siostrze czy coś takiego ani złożyć komuś życzeń słowa nie przechodzą mi przez gardło. juz dawno e życiu zauważyłam że u mnie kwestia czułości nie istnieje, przytulić się nie umiem, ale zresztą nie mam do kogo więc na razie się tym tak bardzo nie przejmuje. mój brat wyjechał chwilę za granice, wrócił i wymiótł ze mnie resztki dobrostanu psychicznego nie znoszę tego człowieka, wyzwisk w celu podwyższenia jego własnej samooceny takiego przypierdalania się.

i nie wiem, może to co mówię jest dyktowane zwyczajnie gorszym okresem ale jestem zwyczajnie smutna i jakoś zmęczona tym wszystkim dookoła. czuje dużo niesprawiedliwości wobec swojego życia i za dużo myślę o tym jak bardzo chciałabym nie mieć nieżyjącego ojca alkoholika, psychicznej matki i domu gdzie kawałek sufitu potrafi jebnąć ni na łeb w każdej chwili. każdym wieczorem o tym myślę i płaczę (w całym roku nie ryczałam tyle co w tym grudniu XD) chociaż wiem że takie użalanie się nad sobą nic mi nie da i niektórych rzeczy nie da się zmienić ale po prostu tak bardzo bym chciała mieć taką możliwość.

na koniec dla rozjaśnienia ponurego nastroju kącik popkultorowy. mało czytałam w tym roku tbh, około 60 książek gdzie w tamtym roku przeczytałam 100. dużo z tych pozycji to reready jakiś moich ulubionych komfortowych histori, ponowne zatapianie się w tym co kocham. od styczna do lipca pisałam własną książkę ✌️ do szuflady, wyszła mi 500 stronicowa dobra historia którą wcześniej sobie zaplanowałam i proces pisania poszedł mi bardzo, bardzo gładko. udowodniłam sobie ze mogę i może czeka mnie giga kariera pisarki w przyszłości (będę o was pamiętać gdy będę sławna) w kwietniu zaczęłam pisać wiersze ale to tylko jak mnie wena chwyci, ostatnio niezbyt chwyta. filmów mało (w pamięć zapadlo mi buffalo 66, fight club, longlegs i tyle chyba) z seriali katowałam criminal minds ZA KOCHAŁAM SIĘ W DERRY GIRLS!!! cudowny serial. po raz kolejny obejrzałam fleabag i teraz zaczęłam house'a

dużo wyjebałam z siebie, ostatnio na moim blogu brakowało długich szczerych wpisów bo mam ciągle z tyłu głowy że się użalam nad sobą i zawodzę bez sensu a nie mam o co XDD

[fuckingmoonprince]

motylki i tiktok i sratatata

Jak ktoś oczekuje mądrej i jakokolwiek merytorycznejj wypowiedzi to skipnijcie początek bo tam się trigerruje

przepraszam ale strasznie mnie nosi i aż muszę się wypowiedzieć

Kurwa jebana mac XD to jak się unosicie jest aż śmieszne i mean

MERYTORYCZNIE MĄDRZE:

Dobra może ostatnio na tiktoku trochę głośniej zrobiło się na temat motylkowania, ale też macie nie do końca prawdziwy obraz, bo tutaj kłania się algorytm, jeżeli wcześniej przeglądaliście coś związanego z ed to teraz też wam się to wyświetla

A poza tym kurwa na tiktoku jest wszystko i prędzej czy później i tak ed by tam się zaczęło "rozpowszechniac" bo to logiczne jak ludzie chorują to się na ten temat wypowiadają

I chciałabym powiedzieć tak: ja czy ktokolwiek z was jakoś się na tym tumblerze znaleźliśmy, wiec bez tiktoka też się da, też się o tym dowie, jak ma się w pewnym sensie "skłonność" żeby do tego wpaść to nie ma znaczenia czy tumblera i motylki znajdzie się przypadkiem szukając sposoby na schudnięcie, czy oglądając rzeczy o ed na tt, bo srry ale osoby zdrowe na 98% to skipują

Poza tym też nie róbcie z tumblera takiego magicznego zamkniętego miejsca BO TAKIM NIE JEST są tutaj też zupełnie inni ludzie, I tutaj zaskoczenie znów algorytm, jak mam drugie konto tutaj i nie mam tak tagów z ed ani nic nie wyszukuje w tym temacie to za chuda nigdy mi się nic motylkowego nie wyświetliło, więc na tą "stronę" trzeba świadomie wejść ig

No ale wracając do zamkniętego miejsca, tumbler też taki nie jest są ludzie będący tu po fos zupełnie innego i sobie żyją obok i jakoś nikt z was nie bierze ich pod pachę i nie wywala BO TO TYLKO DLA MOTYLKÓW no srry ale tak nie jest

To samo z twitterm (nie akceptuje nazwy x XDD) KTO WYZNACZA GDZIE MOZNA A GDZIE NIE BO TAKIE TO TROCHE UNLOGIC na twt można na tumblerze można ALE NIE TT TO NIE LEGALNE JUZ

wiec y jak chcecie to pomyślcie o tym bo tak trochę bez sensu ta cała nagonka