#646

[textsfromcybertron]

(646): “I mean like shit happens” should never be an excuse for anything

[kaito-module-of-the-day]

Today's KAITO module of the day is:

To Create the Best Stage (Trained) from Project Sekai: Colorful Stage!

[texts-from-last-ninth]

[Kideona Font: (646): I'll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.]

[mothaday]

Now we slay

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[akutagawa-daily]

Akutagawa daily 646/★

[pokemonfrommemory]

Gen 5’s very own bastard child

[chalkmon]

DeviantArt

Ko-Fi

Kyurem © Nintendo / Game Freak

Picture © Elik-Chan

[banyun-gong]

[XiuRen秀人网, 2023] No.6688 玥儿玥er

#6,646

[steddieficfind]

hii I'm looking for a fic I swear I remember reading on ao3 but I can't find it. basically eddie helps steve to film a cooking video and in return steve helps him doing something else (can't remember what). I'm pretty sure it was a modern setting and that at some point they play with flour while cooking? I know it's not a lot to go by (at this point I'm almost convinced it was a fever dream lol) but thank you so much for your help and this blog!

Request 646! Send us an ask if you recognize this fic!

[646-shenanigans]

HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY WARREN!! Well technically around 5-7 years, if were talking about when I created him

(ID: A drawing of Warren sitting at a table holding a cake. Hes wearing a party hat on his head and the cake has 6 candles illuminating him. He has a very excited expression. End ID)

(ID: Two different sketches on different images. The first is a quickly-done sketch of Warren, part of his helmet taken off, shoving half of the cake into his mouth with one hand, while holding the mouth-piece of his helmet in the other. The rest of the cake sits lopsided on the table. The second image is of Warren and Scarecrow, Warren is grabbing onto Scarecrow fearfully, while Scarecrow looks unsettled. Text above Warren shows him saying: Im not ready to be 17!! End ID.)

[categorised-art-tutorials-tips]

Arched Bridges + Perspective Trick

Credit: Etherington Brothers

[textsfromcybertron]

(646): You do realize last night you asked me if shampoo had an expiration date the cried for 15 mins when I told you it did

[impermanent-art]

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‘The Fastest Banjo in Town’

Recent work by Bicicleta Sem Freio for the Unexpected Project.

Fort Smith, Arkansas.

[texts-from-last-ninth]

[Wake Font: (646): Our relationship is perfect (646): 90% threatening to punch him in the dick 10% actual dickpunching]

[tamrieldrifter]

Memories never heal

Vested in the blessing of Akatosh, the Drake of Blades radiates with Divine light. Her mask now shed, she looks my way and I see in her face a new found serenity. The stone walls of the buried cathedral can no longer contain her sight, for the Drake Nirn itself has become unmasked. Everything is laid bare, there are no secrets, but also no respite from the truth.

She asks that the Brazier and the cathedral be forgot, that by poverty of draft and discourse it be allowed to fade back into myth. Yet I shall not forget her. I shall miss the Drake perhaps more then any I have met on my journey, I became rather fond of her awkward, unpolished manner, it was equally charming and comforting, especially during the dark trials, and challenges we faced.

Coming home has wounded me. Yes we were victorious, we thwarted Molag Bal’s plot and blunted his ambitions, but it has come at an irrevocable price. For whilst the swords and spells of our enemies could not breach my armour, my memories of comrades lost, the atrocities I witnessed, the regret and guilt of those I could not save, and those I leave behind, haunt me, and cut me everyday.

I am sick of this sewer stench, and the city is still so far from being ready to be retaken, and I feel I can do no more here. It will take a coordinated effort from those within and those without to free this city from the Daedra, but alas that is not likely till there is some resolution to this thrice damned Banners War.

Those that suffer the most from wars are not the emperors or princes, kings or queens, nor the soldiers who fight it, for at least their fate is within their own hands. It is the common people, those same people who will benefit least from whoever wins. It matters not to them who rules, for all kings and queens are tyrants to those without hope. I think I shall head up into the Heartlands and see what aid I can offer to the people of the towns, and who knows, perhaps by alleviating some of their pain, I can mask some of my own.

S.K

[my-name-is-hollow]

just because

hello! what's going down in drama land?

(oh look. we really have been found out.)

(i bet it was because of fe.)

(you're all going to see the drama eventually.)

(but like. since we're located outside of time, we can answer these whenever we want, so.)

(if things seem paused, but we're still answering, that's why.)

(oh and. good job finding out about time co.)

(i knew we wouldn't go unnoticed forever.)