#And so many amazing mutuals

[cumulo-stratus]

bro it's crazy to me that so many people find me like I retesting, or funny 😭😭😭 like dude I'm boring as hell idk why so many of yall are here

[eridude]

a really sad end to the streak- but an end nonetheless :( thanks so much to everyone who's stuck with me for this silly journey and i'm hopefully i'll be able to get back to drawing sooner rather then later!!!

[significant-narratives]

mutual with more puck knowledge than me has approved of my post. i am going to get a good grade in hockey tumblr mutualism, something that IS normal to want and IS possible to achieve

[vorgoths]

happy holidays, everyone! it's that time of the year again when i express my love and appreciation for my mutuals. all of you are truly the best part of being on tumblr every time i log on. to say that i have mutuals to begin with still amazes me even after being on this site for 14 years. i'm very thankful for the new mutuals that i met this year as well as everyone tagging me in their wonderful gifset posts and tagging game posts. even if we haven't talked to each other yet, please know i enjoy seeing you on my dash!

if there's anything i can do for you or if you just want to chat, feel free to message me anytime. i'll also be tagging my wonderful mutuals down below, so please consider following them since they're absolutely the best. i apologize if i miss any of my mutuals in the tagging list. i'm wishing all the best for my mutuals in the new year 🖤✨

( click here for the full mutuals tagged post )

part 1

@a-deep-ocean-of-secrets, @ace-astarion, @ad-astrah, @aemondtragaryen, @alistairstheirins, @andyridgeley, @annacoleman, @belgianfry, @benoitblanc, @bladesrunner, @bo-kryzze, @bohemian-rhapsodys, @brooksdavis, @bruceewayne, @buckleys-diaz, @calkestis, @camila-morrones, @canhauntyou, @cheddarholt, @chris-chambers, @clairabow, @commanderdameron, @crudupb, @cruelcomfort-archive, @cuteskywalker, @daenerys-targaryen, @dearemma, @deepshadows, @dindjarism, @djo, @dramatical, @dreamersmagician, @esterexpositio, @eva-greens, @evanzbuck, @finnickodaiir, @ginasporter, @girldadbuckley, @gr-ogu, @guinevereslancelot, @gwenpooll, @harwin-breakbones-strong, @henley-reeves, @huntbastian, @ianmckellen, @iantcjcnes

part 2

jesicajones, jinxviolets, jmchastains, jojen, jynerso, kalemakar, katseyes, kazsbrekker, keyfili, krystalgoderitch, ladykatesharma, ladyverdance, laylaeelfaouly, linusbenjamin, lizzy-bennet, lucaanis, lucybaird, marcuspierce, masiepeters, mcgregor, meganqwynn, milfmas, miwtual, mssmartbarbie, nowadayz, nurcechapel, olyphant-tim, opposite-temp, oswinian, padme-amidala, perryabbott, peytons-sawyer, quinnigallagherjones, robinniko, rhaenyra-the-gracious, rhaeneryas, rhaenyratargayen, romangodfreys, seethegreatescape, severidekelly, sci-fi, scifimo, sleeptokens, spacenerdevans, spdermen, strwrs, stybello

part 3

talesofesther, teamred, tedllasso, the-yennefer, tomcriuse, toxicroak, userdruig, useremo, userhalsey, userloki, visenyatargaryen, waddinghamhannah, waxladrian, wolvesnwerewolves, viggo-mortensen, volkarine, y-ennefers

[intotheelliwoods]

Thats it this post is an @kathaynesart appreciation post. Comment or reblog if you love and appreciate Kat and her work <3

[breadmecoshy]

SO I'm going through hollow knight for the fourth time ha ha

Besides, I've re-read the "Stag Beetles and Broken Legs" fan fiction again, so it's time to humanize Monomon and Quirrell!

(seriously, read "Stag Beetles and Broken Legs", it's damn good) In my conception, Monomon is the oldest of the Dreamers, but she's actively youthful, wearing such light clothing and acting quite active compared to her scowling counterparts (However, she also looks younger than her years on her face, so no one has any questions about it)

And young Quirrell, haha. So young and inspired, with burning eyes. Cute. Time has not bypassed him (though it's even better for some-). At least now he's age appropriate for Monomon

I can redraw my old concepts in more detail if you like my humanizations. I can also draw humaneizations of other characters if you ask (or more Lurien….. I like to draw his face…… gentle rose…….)

[backpackingspace]

Okay but consider post Canon over protective Athena who is sick to death of her most devout being raped.

Athena sticking close to the whole family and promising penelope that she'll keep a close eye on odysseus the first time he has to go into the market and penelope can't go with him. (She was going to go anyway. She's never actually going to let any of them out of her sight ever again. And it's an easy promise to her dearest weaver who seems so distressed to have odysseus leaving her side.)

Athena fully manifesting in the market when someone grabs odysseus with godly flashes of snakes and owls and the drums of war to scream /release him/ (odysseus is feeling indulgent for both his patron and his wife it's so cute that they're this worried it's not like he couldn't defend himself just fine. Especially from whatever poor fuck just grabbed him who definitely doesn't deserve a goddess screaming in his face. Hes trying so hard not to laugh if he did athena would send him flying.)

Athena telling all the other gods that yes she knows odysseus is the favorite barbie doll she choose him well after all and to back the fuck off if any of them bother him again they will have made an enemy of her.

Athena disguising odysseus only as an old beggar from here on out instead of an irresistibly tall and handsome man. Because she saw how uncomfortable nausicaa's attention made him.

[philsmeatylegss]

Have said it a million times and will never stop saying it.

Phannies whose first language is not English, please write as many posts and fanfics you want.

This includes phannies who aren’t completely fluent and or have poor grammar/spelling.

Please rant and engage and be as chaotic as the rest of us. Even if you cannot express it in English.

I personally have always found it so impressive and admirable when I learn a phannie mutual of mine has a first language other than English. Your ability to participate as much as you do while having to translate every video, every post, is something I am always so impressed by.

Please participate as much as you want in the phandom. Even if you only feel like posting in your first language, even if you know your grammar/spelling isn’t perfect, please share your thoughts and feelings!!!

[gentlebeard]

hi, I'm looking for more ofmd blogs to follow, do you have any recommendations? <3

hi anon, here are some very talented gif makers, writers, artists, editors, funny-tag-writers, and lovely human beings - so overall some of my favorite ofmd blogs:

@sherlockig @blakbonnet @saltpepperbeard @bizarrelittlemew @xoxoemynn @ourflagmeansbts @stedebonnets @stedesearring @edsbacktattoo @cahootings @kiwistede @snake-snack-stede @agaywithcoffee @appleteeth @queeraspirates @wearfinethingsalltoowell @endevouring-to-surprise @unadulteratedkr @ofmd-ann @poisonintopositivity @piratecaptainscaptainpirates @darkinerry @aha-my-villainous-thoughts @forpiratereasons @gentlebeardsbarngrill @jaskierx @zstraps @xray-vex @vikulee @babykittenteach @merryfinches @soupbtch @ourflagmeansgayrights @spirker @ourflagmeanslgbtqia @mxmollusca @amuseoffyre @asneakyfox @red-sky-in-mourning @chocolatepot

[ashstfu]

tagged by @andrew3garfield @cigaretteaunt @psychofreakgirl @chapelcarpet

list your five all time favourite films and have people vote on which one matches your vibe :)

tagging @roadwhores @cocteautwinsgirl @symptomofloves @brothersonahotelbed @swimmingblues @bonivers @srdcovka + anyone else who wants to do this!

[satans-knitwear]

This might be my go-to outfit in the summer actually. This is the way.

My links

[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.” Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[melit0n]

Talking with some of my mutuals and wishing I knew them when I was eleven and it was sunny all the time. I think I would have liked playing Pokémon with you all

[fl0ralsxgar]

JUST HERE TO REMIND YOU THAT DAISUKE LOVES YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!

(He told me himself so it's true!)

💕💕❣️💕❣️💕⭐

AWHH MIMI YOURE SO SWEET 🥹🥹🥹 i appreciate that soso much oml you have no idea 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 AND FRANKY LOVES YOUUU like ik you dont even need me to say it, im sure he makes it known to you everyday but dont you forget it!! That man is so madly in love i adore you two so much 🥹

[booplesnotts-art]

Hello! I’m so sorry for coming here outta nowhere but a moot of mine reblogged a Re8 OC of yours and I just had to sketch her! She looks so interesting and i couldn’t resist. Hope ya like it <3

Oh my god?!???? She looks amazing??? Definitely DO NOT apologize !!! I love it so so SO MUCH- THANK YOU WAHHH😭🖤

I’m so happy you liked her enough to draw her that’s literally so sweet I can’t😭 you drew her so well too !! She looks incredible in your style !! I cannot express how lovely this is!! THANK YOU !!🖤

It makes me so happy people like my mean, horrible girlie- I’ve never had anyone (except my mutual🖤) draw my characters before so this is so !!! 🖤🖤I will absolutely draw more of her in the future 🫡

[sirlancenotalot]