#Blarb

[whywolfprincess]

Since I gave my last budgie away 3 weeks ago, I am not sure if I still like him as my pic.

I had him there for so long.

It's always nice to see him.

I am glad he found a new good home with other birds. He was very sad after Oki died and I couldn't do anything to make him really happy again.

This girl (probably around 14 years old) said he looked so cute and she wanted him very much.

Her other birds are younger, but they are still playing together. She occasionally sent me a pic and I am happy I let him go. I thought this whole thing might be too stressful for a 10 year old bird, but I am happy I was wrong.

Goodbye Fu, you will be missed.

[godblessyoublackemperor]

ok feeling better now love my wife and love my friends <3

contemplating hopping back on the meds train though if this nonsense is still going on in a couple of weeks

[tbob-enthusiast]

So, I did a Thing...

(click for better quality!)

What if the Axolotl had a pantheon?

I was playing around with my main AU and finally got around to designing Blarbador (yes, his name is super silly. I love him. I got it from Blood Chains, which is a REALLY great Billford fic if you're interested!). In my AU, he's here to make Ford's life hell! What a lovely fella.

Stanford was cursed by Blarbador to never be able to stay in a single dimension for longer than six years, as punishment for his and his partner's crimes (that being Bill, who died before Blarb could bring him to justice). As an immortal, his punishment is eternal, and as a human, his torment is never ending. Blarbador taunts him about it from time to time, but it's rare for him to appear "in person" again.

And yes, my Ford is a huge centipede! I love him!

[quartergremlin]

goodbye october i barely knew ye

[explode-this]

How is it possible to gain some kind of confidence in myself and be loving myself and yet still be convinced most people think I’m a barely tolerable idiot? My self-talk is mostly kind, like to a friend you know has low self-esteem, and I’m just about there with knowing it’s okay to be different and weird on account of the AuDHD, but I still want to hide myself out of embarrassment for being the dweeb who can’t read a room, understand friendships, or talk to people without five paragraphs of backstory by which time everyone has lost interest and moved onto cooler things

…yes I am having some kind of miniature breakdown in real time, please carry on with your dash or enjoy this video:

(Trying Japan’s Longest Ferry | 40 hours | $185 Cabin | Nagoya to Hokkaido via Sendai)

[scaletree]

Why anyone would suggest Louie is boring is beyond me, yet I found someone like that recently. When I came to after blacking out from the strangeness of that notion, this 35-and-a-half minute monster of a video manifested in my projects folder. What a coincidence!

I mean. You don't have to LIKE Louie. (I love Louie and won't pretend I don't, but I understand why some people want to gnaw him.) But... uninteresting?? When there are so many little details that can spark intrigue into his character???

Man. Some people are wild.

[lazydreamartryn]

Wanted to change a bit. So I drew Jamie.

My favorite character from my favorite show. Isnt he so cute? No no, my drawing is awful, Im talking about the character in himself.

[kelp-kp]

An old study of the great Nurzhan Bekkaliyev. Seriously, go check their work out.

[zellykat]

-Just Graphite

[sunwarmed-ash]

Well. There goes all my serotonin :(

[whywolfprincess]

Bought Wool to make a Blanket and Gorgi hid in it, ready to pounce on unsuspecting bystanders.

[primestartes]

Kranrar Warpkin, Champion of Tzeentch

I looove Oldhammer champions and this one, I always wanted to draw. My fingers leveled up enough to attempt him. I dont know his actual name but this is my snatch of him. Bonus Blarb:

Kranrar Warpkin called out to his warriors under the Wyrdfire Iconoclasts, how he bounded on his avian legs without fear of death nor belief of defeat. The Mark of Tzeentch burning upon his almost wood-like raiment. The face that was once a mere helmet squawked violence, to commit the souls that dare to challenge him to the Master of Fates. His serrate-edged sword came to hack across greenskinned muscles and sinews, slicing as hot as fire. Their screams an unknown incantation to the spell of war. The Chaos Champion extended his double-jointed arm out, the most distinctive of the Mad God’s gifts – the oversized hand of a Tzeentch – wrapped its sucker-ended fingers around a Black Orc’s skull, its fell power warping its helmet like yeast before squeezing with a gory pop. “In the name of Tzeentch, twist their bones! In the name of the Constant Change, flay their flesh! In the desire of plots untold, eat their brains and take their will!” Kranrar Warpkin cried out, the Chaos Champion bounded and carved skull to chest. Nape to ass. Side to side. His madness as true as his skill as a warrior blessed by the Ruinous Powers. He made a mere gesture and a ruby-mote of warpfire lashed from one of his many bewitched rings, claiming a gang of Orcs into a melting pool flailing and changing, only for four mewling Chaos Spawns baring bare resemblance of their former lives with flailing axe-hands, claws, and bubbling maws full of teeth. His marauders with their flesh seared with the magical wards of protection, armed with shields and axes charging to meet against the green horde with javelins lined of fetishes and heathenish prayers hurled with impossible aim. Their greater companions, the Warpkin Warriors themselves, marched forward with a presence that demanded reverence and fear. The goblins crushed under boot, given the attention of mere contempt by these men swollen with Tzeentch’s gifts as their swords gleaming with their magics and shields deflecting arrows to carve into the orcish lines with their master. The chained Chaos Spawn that served Kranrar threw themselves deep into the WAAGH in their unbridled madness for some kind of ease to their screaming minds, and hopefully the solace of death finally claiming them. By the fortune and wisdom to make a pact with a Lord of Change, the ‘gift’ of a Blue Horror retinue was a fine addition into the battle. Their glittering rain of warpfire had turned one of the Greenskins’ beasts into a bubbling twisting monolith of decolored flesh and metal, led by their incandescent horror who cackled and gaggled with a language far beyond mortal understanding or acceptance. With long multi-jointed fingers and a wave of its staff, a storm of falling iron blemished the wasteland’s ugly nothingness to a glittering carpet of pain that earned more of the daemons’ glee!

[techmomma]

It's really hard to be scared by most cosmic horror when you're chill with cosmic insignificance because the basic premise of a lot of cosmic horror is... cosmic insignificance.

"To Gloo-blarb, scion of eternity, we are but ants. Our lifetimes, our experiences, utterly insignificant and small compared to the devouring maw of the star-eater." okay. there are black holes big enough to swallow the entire fucking solar system--pluto included--who have no emotions or sentience at all. that's just like, a regular part of the universe, dude.

"But if you tried to comprehend the infinite abyss of Gloo-blarb's mind, it would drive you mad!" so would trying to comprehend the time scales at which protons possibly decay. it's fine.

[j-ad1]

How likely do you think that Piss Harbor will continue to call Aqua by Blynth?

depends on how much leverage i can come up with. as a writer of many aus i can create wonderful fluffy oneshots for ships like brynth, blarb and trickory, or i can can write some messed up aus that torment the soul like that one au i did last month. im sure piss knows better.

[mooniladragon]

often ill misread a name/username and even after ive corrected myself itll keep being read that way. and then the part of my brain that makes nicknames automatically goes "okey dokey" and thats how i end up calling my mutuals shit like blarb

[rayclubs]

Stargate swearing: What the hell? You're full of shit, asshole!

Star Trek swearing: Preposterous. Revolting. Confine yourself to your quarters immediately.

Star Wars swearing: Skrifflin' gloob, gob blip it to blarb-