#But uh that's just my thoughts! Toodles

[criminalcase-confessions]

criminal case can’t be copaganda when most of those officers suck at their jobs + are terrible people

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[keeps-ache]

lost vocation: fish

[chaosandmarigolds]

Blob blop - here’s some more Mafia!reader and Simon :p pt 3

“No!!” You laugh, walking beside the daunting man as you stroll aimlessly through the dimly lit and very well decorated corridors of the museum, “Oh come on! What was I supposed to do? watch and be like: oh that’s sucks.”

Simon gave you a look, it you thought he did, judging by the way his eyes squinted at you, “Well…I don’ think runnin into a busy street is th’ proper reaction to a kitten almos’ gettin hit.”

A moment passed and you stared at him, “So you’re just a heartless monster then.”

He seemed taken back and he stopped walking, turning to face you fully, hands shoved into the jean pocket, “prefer to not think tha’.”

You scrunch up your nose and shake your head, “Nope. That’s a horrible answer. It’s goes cute kitties, cute puppies, cute turtles, cute baby bunnies, ducks, birds, and then people.” When he laughed to that you gave an equal smile, or, again, what you assumed to be a smile.

For the most part you walked through the museum in silence, and every so often you would end up rambling on about some price of art and how it related to some aspect of your story. And he listened, nodding and putting in his own two cents every so often.

“An…Ivon…he just…” Simon faltered off as he looked over his shoulder as you both were now sitting in the lobby of the museum, since you wanted to figure out the certain painting was located, “he jus….follows ya?”

You hum and look at Ivon, waving and then going back to your little map, “Mmhm. Like I said I think he took out like a huge loan from my dad and couldn’t pay it back.” You stay quiet and then look up at him, “That sounds awful. But…uh…my father, he’s a bit of a loan shark.”

“Loan shark?”

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“Get him out of my sight-“ Before he had the chance to finish his phrase a loud ring of a gun echoed through the office and he groans, “Outside!! just redid the carpet.”

The man, who very often was just called Cary, winced and then looked at the new hire, and then back to his boss. A good looking man for his sixties, peppered hair and a suit that was worth more than his name, so he then took a step forward. Mindlessly going to pour a glass of whiskey, as he normally would after a poor sap crossed his employer.

“I swear these new boys have no respect for the business, gangsters, drug lords- they’re all too stupid to see the business behind it.” Dominic grumbled into the glass as he was handed it, “It’s not all guns, you don’t have to be trigger happy son. You want to shoot you become a solider.”

By that point the twenty year old was already shaking in his boots and he does his best to keep his gaze directed low.

Dominic shakes his head and then shoos the poor boy out, maybe a few more days of training- as good workers were hard to come by and he wasn’t about to murder a good man in the making. The body laying on the ground spoke otherwise but he doesn’t care much about that man, a rotten person: thinking they could backtrack and tell someone of his trade.

After a few moments he lets out a sigh and turns his chair to not look at the body, “Send Ivon in.”

Cary faltered, “He is not yet here, sir.”

A pause, “Really? Where are they? It’s not Friday and bug didn’t put anything in the calendar.”

“A new friend sir, from the flower shop, a Simon Riley. We already pulled a background check, aside from a few juvenile charges and a foster care- he seems to be good, clean.”

Dominic held out his hand and looked as the small folder was placed into it, looking over the picture of the man clipped to the front of it and he gives a nod, “Strong build. Looks depressed.”

“He was prescribed Prozac and trazadone, he has not refilled either within four years.”

He laughs, “Alright. Tell Bug to invite him to dinner.”

(Annnn that’s all! Comments and feedback actually mean the world to me! Toodles!!)

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

For the Good of the Hive

This story is very long so I've put it under the cut!

Another day, another beating. Hero willed themselves to go outside and face the day. A day full of fighting criminals and getting ripped apart by the news for it. Only, when they got outside, there were no criminals in sight. It was as if one of the most crime-ridden cities in the world just decided to take a break for the day.

Hero stared in confusion. They were in the most dangerous parts of town. What was going on?

“Hello Hero!” someone waved cheerfully.

“Henchman!?” Hero asked in shock.

“It’s Jerry actually,” Henchman said, “lovely morning for a walk, don’t you think?”

“Uh… yeah,” Hero said, “yeah it is.”

“Well, I’m off to visit my grandma. Toodles!”

Henchmen, Jerry, went whistling down the road. They stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the little green figure to light up before crossing. They weren’t even jaywalking!?

“Hero! Finally, we caught you!”

Hero turned, so there was a criminal still about! Hero readied an ice shard but paused when a microphone was shoved in their face.

“The mayor is in talks to give you the keys to the city,” Reporter said, “how do you feel about that?”

“That’s really- wait what?”

“Mayor is also gifting you a generous donation through the brand-new Hero fund,” Reporter said cheerfully.

“That- wow- uh- are you sure?”

Reporter laughed heartily.

“Oh of course, your reward from this city is long overdue.”

Hero blinked. There was something off about Reporter. Then it hit them, their eyes were tinted a honey-gold. In fact, so was their camera man.

“Did you… did you get new contacts?” Hero asked.

Reporter just laughed again, that same, cheery laugh that seemed way too animated to be genuine.

“That’s our Hero for you folks,” Reporter smiled, “we’ll be back at seven!”

Reporter and the cameraman left just as soon as they had shown up. Hero blinked in confusion. What the heck was going on?

…

“Hello Hero!”

“Hello, Hero!”

“Good to see you, Hero!”

Hero waved awkwardly at the pedestrians that they passed. All of them had honey-gold eyes. That’s it. They were getting to the bottom of this. They went inside a nearby ice cream shop and approached the cashier.

“Hero! Hello! What can I do for you?”

“Hi,” Hero said, “um, listen, did you feel… different waking up this morning?”

“I don’t know what you mean Hero,” the cashier said, “but since you’re here, can I interest you in today’s special flavor? It’s mint chocolate chip!”

My favorite, Hero thought.

“Are you sure? Nothing weird?”

The cashier handed Hero a cone with three scoops of ice cream.

“Nope,” they said with a cheerful smile.

Hero went to get the small bit of cash in their suit pocket.

“Ah ah, that’s on the house!” the cashier said, “have a good day, Hero! Thanks for the visit!”

…

Hero went straight to the belly of the beast.

“Commissioner!” Hero shouted, “got a question for you! You in here?”

The head of police came up to Hero, smiling broadly.

“What can I do for you, Hero?”

“Look, we both know how you feel about me, and I’m surprised you haven’t arrested me, but-”

“Arrest you?” Commissioner laughed, “oh that’s a good one, Hero.”

“…Yeah,” Hero said, “…do you know of anything strange happening last night or this morning?”

“Other than my favorite donuts being free today? Can’t say I do.”

“No major crimes? Nothing?”

“Nope. And it’s all thanks to you,” Commissioner said, beaming.

…

Hero sighed, leaving the police precinct. There was only one place left that could possibly provide an explanation…

…

“Supervillain!” Hero shouted, “get your butt in here!”

Supervillain came around the corner.

“Ah, Hero, my dear little crime-fighter, how are you today?”

“Everyone is being nice to me!” Hero huffed.

Supervillain chuckled.

“That doesn’t sound like a problem,” Supervillain said, sitting down in a plush armchair, “why come to me about it?”

Supervillain gestured to the armchair opposite them. Hero hesitantly sat down. A servant came by and offered them a cup of tea and a honey bun. Hero took it and started nibbling on the honey bun.

“Something is fishy,” Hero said, “no one is ever nice to me!”

“Well, they should be, considering all you do for them.”

Hero blinked, watching the servant hand Supervillain their own cup of tea and honey bun. They seemed so cheerful for no reason, and their eyes were honey-gold. They looked at Supervillain’s, which were noticeably blue-green.

“You did this,” Hero realized.

“Oh my little honey bee,” Supervillain chuckled, “it took you so long to find the queen, didn’t it?”

Supervillain took another sip of their tea, then stood. They crossed the room to the enormous penthouse window and gazed down at the city below.

“You have gone unappreciated for so long, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Now you finally have a colony that loves you.”

Supervillain turned to Hero.

“And a queen that’s ready to promote you,” they said.

Hero suddenly felt all the alarm bells going off in their head. They immediately stood, ice at the ready.

“You mind controlled an entire city to pretend to be nice to me!?” Hero shouted, “you do see how messed up that is, right!?”

“Oh, Hero, don’t get so upset,” Supervillain said, “they aren’t pretending. They love you! I’m just helping them show it.”

“I’m going to stop you, you know that right!?” Hero said, “I can’t let you get away with this!”

Supervillain sighed.

“I had hoped you’d accept the change gladly, but then, free will is so fickle…”

Supervillain nodded to the space behind Hero. Hero whipped around and saw two henchmen coming up right behind them. They gripped them on either side and held them fast. Supervillain came up to Hero.

“Now now, this won’t hurt,” Supervillain said, “I just need to add you to the hive.”

Supervillain snapped their fingers, and their true power emerged, swirling around Hero. Their blue eyes swirled, turning a bright honey-gold.

…

“Hello Hero!”

“Hello Jerry!” Hero waved eagerly, their arm linked with Supervillain’s.

The city was abuzz with preparations for Hero to receive the key to the city. Everyone was as busy as a bee. And Supervillain was the busiest of them all, making sure their city stayed happy and sweet as honey.

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[coff33notforme]

HECK YEAH ANOTHA WELCOME HOME WRITER!! Also! The fact you also like tf2 makes you literally the best. Anyways I was wondering if you could write a Wally x GNreader (scenario,hcs, really whatever you feel like writing, I’m not picky!!) but where the reader has BPD, so they’re really awkward, gets embarrassed, anger issues…etc!!

thanks so much neighbor!! I hope you have a good day bud! Make sure to drink water and keep yourself healthy! Toodles!!

A/n: AAA, Thank you so much for the compliment and for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this! This is my first time writing for Wally and since there is not a lot of characterization for him yet I kinda just loosely based this off what I thought he might be like, so yeah. But I hope you enjoy none the less! ^^

Disclaimer: there might be some inaccurate depictions of BPD since I do not have this disorder, I did some research before I wrote this, but it still might not be true to the experience of everyone with BPD

Pairing: Wally darling and gn Reader (This can be read as Romantic or Platonic!)

At first Wally had noticed small things about you, things that you made you stick out from the rest of his colorful friends

Wally had observed you from afar, interacting with the other neighbors, but you seemed to be acting different then everyone else in the group

You were stiff, your speech awkward and your movements seemed to be stifled in a way that made you seem very robotic 

And for the majority of the time you were in the group you seemed to be quiet, but by the way you stood it seemed like you always had something to say but you bite your tongue, letting the words die on your lips

Until you and your neighbors had parted ways, Wally watched as you walked away your shoulders seemed tense and a frustrated scowl rested on your face, this confused Wally, you seemed to be fine a couple minutes ago?

What had happened to upset you in such a short amount of time

Wally was intrigued by you, it's in his nature to be curious after all

Intrigued by this sudden ripple of change in your behavior Wally set out to ask you exactly what had bothered you

Wally walked the steps to your small home, giving a quiet knock to your wooden door,not wanting to disturb you incase you were still upset

Silence stretched out through your seemingly empty house, before the door creaked open, your face peeking out from behind the door

“Hello?” 

“Hello neighbor, do you mind if I come in?” Wally's cheerful voice rang out through your weary home, your tired eyes shifted behind you to your messy house, before you glanced back to the to the eager puppet in front of you

“Uh, I don’t know my house is kind of a mess right now.” Wally simply let out a light chuckle

“Mess doesn’t bother me at all.” You hesitated, sighing as you reluctantly opened the door as the colorful man stepped inside, glancing around your dreary home

“You have a lovely home friend.” 

You gave an exhausted smile

“Thank you Wally, that's sweet. And I don’t mean to be rude, what brings you over here?” you ask, rubbing your arms anxiously 

Wally took note of your sudden change in emotion

“Well, I don’t mean to stick my nose where it doesn't belong, but I couldn't help but notice you seem so…for the lack of a better word ‘strange’, whenever you speak to others.” 

You winced at the mention of your behavior

Wally took notice of this and immediately corrected himself

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound insensitive, what I meant is that I was simply concerned for your sudden change in your behavior, and was wondering if there was anything that upset you?” he offered a quiet explanation 

You shook your head, your eyes shifting to the floor

“It’s not important, don’t worry about it.” 

Unimpressed by this answer, Wally pushed a bit further

“If there's anything wrong, I want you to feel like you can talk to me, I’m not just a neighbor, I’m a friend.” 

He paused for a moment 

“Of course, there's no pressure, you can talk whenever you're ready to, dear.”

You smiled, this time it felt genuine, like his words had stirred the emptiness inside of you 

“Thanks Wally, I will.” 

From then on you and Wally's relationship grew much stronger than before

Wally was always there to help you when you felt lonely, or angry, or whatever you were dealing with he would be there to help you calm down, or for you to just rant to

Anything that you needed Wally was happy to provide

First Welcome home request lets go gamers

[howlingday]

Ruby J. West

Ruby: We can definitely escape, Penny! All you have to do is pull the cover off that steam pipe!

Penny: Good idea, Ruby!

Penny: (Pulls cover, Steam pours in)

Ruby: OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! IT'S NO GOOD! IT'S FULL OF STEAM!

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Ruby: Hm... Now that you mention it, I do have trouble breathing underwater sometimes. I'll take the gills!

Roman: Yeah, gills... That means you won't need those pesky lungs anymore, right?

Ruby: I don't see why I would.

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Ruby: I may not know anything about deer, but I know a lot about doing anything for just one Lien!

Ruby: (Reaches for Lien bill on electric wire, Can't reach)

Ruby: (Sighs, Climbs down)

Ruby: (Climbs up, Reaches with metal pole) Let me tell you something; if you think bad luck can defeat me, then you don't know my name is Ruby J. Ro- OOOOOOOAGH! Ugh... Phew!

Ruby: (Struck by lightning, Falls)

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Jacques: You little shit! You think you can ruin me?! How much do you want?

Ruby: Put that checkbook away, Mr. Schnee, because I found something more important. My friends. And they're not worth a penny to me!

Penny: (Confused look)

Jaune: (Disappointed look)

Ruby: That's why these little guys are going on a pizza, so I can share the food I love with the people I like.

Jacques: Holy hell, you're going to eat them?! Well, make sure you eat them all. You're a growing girl. Toodle-Oo~! (Mutters) Dumb bitch...

Ruby: What a nice, old man.

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Ruby: (Thinking) I really can read minds! I have a superpower! There must be something I can use it for...

Ruby: (Gasps)

Ruby: (Sneaks into boy's locker room) Hello, gentlemen. I can read your thoughts~!

Ruby: Hey- OW! OOF! ACK! OWIE! OUCH! OWOWOW! (Kicked out) Oogh... Oh, wait. That's invisibility.

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Ruby: I propose a competition. If I win, Remnant is safe. If I lose, you kill us!

Penny: !!!

Salem: Fine, whatever.

Salem: FOR THE FATE OF REMNANT, I SHALL ASK BUT ONE QUESTION! WHAT NUMBER AM I THINKING OF?!

Ruby: Uh...

Salem: It's between 1 and 3.

Ruby: FOUR!

Penny: ???

Salem: Between 1 and 3, not including 1 or 3.

Ruby: M!

Penny: ...Is it M?

Salem: ...Yes. The number I was thinking of is the letter M.

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Jaune: Don't you ever think ahead?

Ruby: Hell no! If I thought ahead, I wouldn't be Queen of the Mice! And I wouldn't even be at Beacon! It reminds me of the story of the Grasshopper and the Octopus. All year long, the Grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the Octopus watched TV all day and mooched off her boyfriend. Then the winter came and the Grasshopper died, and the Octopus ate all the Grasshopper's acorns and also she got a racecar!

Ruby: Is any of this getting through to you?

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Cinder: What do you do for a living?

Ruby: Um... Can I phone a friend?

Cinder: WITTY BANTER ACHIEVED!

Cinder: Are you ready to play?

Ruby: I didn't come to play. I CAME TO WIN! Now let's play!

Cinder: For one lien, what tool is used to hammer a nail?

Cinder: A, a hammer. B, a nail. C-

Ruby: B! NAIL! FINAL ANSWER!

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Writer Interview Game!

Thank you so much for the tag, @gilded-glitter!

When did you start writing?

I was actually toodling around with that in elementary school. At some point, I think I tried to write Jurassic Park 3? (This was before that movie was a thing). Got about 15 pages into it.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I love fantasy and especially dark fantasy (with horror elements). Could do sci-fi, I think. And the romance angle is new, but I think I'm liking it, as long as I can build it slowly and they're both kind of dorks. And I read all of the above, and a BOATLOAD of non-fiction, mostly history, accidents, adventures-going-wrong, etc. I have three bookshelves, and one of them is entirely (and overflowing) with non-fiction.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Hmm. I loved Animorphs as a kid, and Jurassic Park. So anything in that vein, I guess? Got compared to Laini Taylor once and I almost choked on my own tongue. If anyone EVER comped my to Tamsyn Muir I would simply expire.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Literally wherever. First drafts are by hand, because I can take and deploy a notebook anywhere, anytime, with hardly a fuss. The majority of my fic is probably written during my lunch break at my work desk in the old spiral, college-ruled notebook.

At home, when typing, my desk is a catastrophe. Stacks of paper and other notebooks and knocked over figurines. Organization? I don't know her.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Writing something fun? Listening to music a lot. I'm kinda a work horse, and I've trained myself to GO in about the time of a lunch break or the 10-15 minutes waiting for the bus. The small time increments really helps (not a big commitment, just whatev).

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Outsiders, monsters (both of those being the actual hero, I SEE YOU GUILLERMO DEL TORO). Rage against everything that hurt you but like, trying to find a way to channel that. Not super surprised.

What is your reason for writing?

I like it. It's fun! And it's REALLY fun sharing it; lets me connect to other people.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Literally anything. I'm just tickled somebody took the time to do it (god knows I don't always have enough spoons).

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I've never really thought about that? (see above, re: outsiders). Never got noticed much in my olden fandom days. So uh, the thought of being perceived vaguely makes me want to crawl under the desk???

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Dialogue and fights.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I mean, like any writer, I waffle between "Holy crap, this is my best work yet!" and "Throw it in the bin! IN THE BIN!" One thing I've learned is to have fun with it. Because NOT having fun makes it a mind-melting slog and you get burnt out. I try not to take it all very seriously.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Ehhh, more towards what I like and hope it finds an agreeable audience. I know better than to chase trends. I write long fiction, and that is an UNDERTAKING. The only way to consistently see it through is to like what you're working on, so I definitely need to care enough to carry the bitch through.

Tagging: @bardnuts @britonell, @sasseffects @britosia @hiboudeluxe @shewhowas39 @allymcfee and @mutualcombat

[aerosolsprite]

Radiostatic week 2024, day 1, "First Meeting"

(A/N: I wrote this on very little sleep, a cold [?] that caused me to lose my voice, slightly more food then sleep, last minute bullshitting that typed itself, and the first radiostatic playlist that came up in a quick spotify search. It is, in a word, shit. But this is the first prompt week I've ever participated in, and I'll be damned if I won't participate. Read it or don't. Toodles~)

Alastor hummed softly along to the song playing over the televisions on display in a nearby store window, closing his eyes as he tried to place it. It was... interesting to say the least; he couldn't quite hear the words, but the tone was...

Ah. "Video Killed the Radio Star". Naturally. It was all they played, or at least it felt like that to the mildly peeved Radio Demon. Whoever was running the television programs loved showing off "MTV's First Ever Song!". Monotonous if you asked him.

He had to admit though, it was damn catchy. The thing kept getting stuck in his head.

That was a problem he intended to fix today.

(pov switch)

The bell over the shop's door jingled, snapping Vox from his thoughts. He looked up, putting on a grin as he prepared to start his regular spiel...

Oh fuck it was the fucking Radio Demon. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Okay, Vox, stay calm, maybe he's not here to kill you just yet, oh fuck what do I do...

"Erm, h-hi, Mr. Radio Demon, sir, shit that sounds stupid, um, h-how can I help? you? today?"

Nice going, dumbass.

Said Radio Demon looked him up and down, and Vox felt a chill go over his cyborg body.

Nope, definitely here to kill me. Well, he had a nice run.

"What is your name, good sir?"

Oh fuck he was talking to him... he'd heard that the Radio Demon liked to play with his prey, maybe if he just played along he'd die nicer? Maybe?!

"Uh, V-Vox, sir."

"Hm."

Oh fuck what had he done wrong, he had definitely fucked up and now he was gonna be eaten, shit...

"Well, Vox, it's a pleasure to meet you. And please, call me Alastor. As entertaining as this 'Mister Radio Demon, Sir' business is, it's hard to carry on a conversation when to other party is acting like a startled rabbit."

...What?

Apparently noticing Vox's startled expression, the Ra- Alastor. Alastor chuckled.

"Believe it or don't, I have no intentions of killing you. I do, however, have some minor complaints about your programming. I'm getting rather tired of hearing that wretched song twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, wherever I go."

"O-Oh! Yeah, of course, sorry about that... To be honest it's been getting kind of old anyway, I was thinking of changing it out more often... Got any preferences?"

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

Transfem Shrimpo Doodles and doodles for a…kind of self indulgent probably ooc au based on a Pokémon nuzlocke I’m doing.

Shrimpo and Toodles are siblings to me. Nothing will change this. Shrimpo will absolutely make fun of Toodles but if anyone else does she will throw her brick at them. She also lets Toodles paint her nails.

Poppy and Shrimpo <3. Honestly starting to sort of ship it but here it’s friendship. Poppy helped her figure things out. I’m imaging that when a few of the toons were first made they kind of came to the conclusion that they weren’t the gender that was originally intended for them, so that was fun script changing for Gardenview/j, Shrimpo was made real later on due to her…personality (I imagine the toons and Gardenview came before the cartoon, mainly to explain some headcanons, so some existed before the Cartoon such as the mains, the starters, etc. and others came from the cartoon such as Shrimpo), and didn’t realize a toon could be a different gender than what they were intended.

Shelly and Shrimpo friendship is everything to me you can pry it out of my cold dead hands. Ichor is pretty malleable so toons can change their appearance if they get a hold of some extra. Sprout didn’t have top to give surgery even before he realized he was trans but he gave himself the scars anyway because he thought it was neat…and now Shrimpo is in similar circumstances/j

Just Shrimpo and Teagan having tea. Nothing much to say here I just wanted to draw them

And now the weird au I have no name for

All these designs are based vaguely off of Pokémon and random ideas I had while doing a nuzlocke (specifically of a rom hack which is why the Pokémon are so mismatched) which is still ongoing.

Basically weird stuff happened, all the toons and twisteds got thrown into another dimension that keeps having other dimensions fuse with it to the point that this is just a regular October for them…anyway due to another substance in this dimension reacting a bit weird with ichor due to their similar properties it kind of started changing the most of the toons appearances and these are some of those designs

I got a Magikarp so of course I had to make Shrimpo the pathetic fish…and then the overpowered serpent. She started out with her canon design and then got the extra shrimp features…including arms. And also the marks from her skin, because I thought that would be fun.

Toodles ended up as a Togepi and the first move she pulled from metronome was FUCKING “Snipe shot”, so now she has a sniper rifle that no one can take from her because she can just summon it back to her. Not much changed much about her physically outside of her blush marks becoming triangles. The wings are just fakes because she got a new hoodie.

Rodger will one day be a graveler so four arms, not much to say. He is wearing alpha sleeper though since his suit got kind of…destroyed. By growing a second set of arms.

Razzle and Dazzle are a Galarian Yamask. They aren’t having a great time. They got knocked out at some point, Dandy found them and then got a terrible idea and enacted the first part of the idea on whichever one of them woke up first…unfortunately for Razzle, he’s an early riser. So uh, face shattered, Dazzle got lied to about the cause and then Dandy convinced him he could fix Razzle’s head if Dazzle just helped him with something. Razzle’s fucked up physically and mentally and Dazzle is just having a bad time.

CENTIVEE!!!! She got Venipede!!!! CENTIVEEEEEEEEEEE. I just like bug looking characters. She’s got a bunch of legs and three pairs of arms.

Shelly was the starter! Totodile! She’s got some croc stuff going on, nothing too distract she’s just a little reptile.

Cosmo probably would have come out normal looking outside having his caramel skins cheeks if he didn’t look a god straight in the eye. Now he’s gained their interest and if one gains a gods interest they can end up with some…new limbs or horns. In this case Cosmo got both since he ended up as Pidove and I wanted to incorporate the weird mask thing on Unfeasant so uh…Horn going straight through his eye! Fun!

Dandy is a Budew. Weird sleeve things aren’t sleeves, they are, in fact, a part of his arms. He’s got some twisted features too since…well, twisted dandy is dandy

Finn died in game. He was a Wooper, but he’ll be back eventually…the next time I get a fish Pokémon. Once that happens he’s never getting his legs back/j. Man is stuck as a mermaid…or Mayhaps a siren. Depends on what fish I get.

[xpoisoned-stardustx]

THE SHOWS ARE HOLDING BACK!!!

Tw: mentions of sewer-slide, mentions of mental illness, mentions of trauma (I’m just putting this here for cautions)

And by that I mean holding back on angst

I’m not just talking about TSAMS or TLAES, I’m talkin’ ALL SHOWS (granted, i haven’t watched all of the recent show things but I do know they haven’t been to angst)

Now, you might think, “oh stardust, but we’ve had lots of angst! I mean think of Cassie on TRWAGS-“

Yeah, Cassie, the only one who has recently had a lot of angst, and it was only really her being mad her phone wasn’t working and talking a bit about her dad (im not including The Musical btw). I also feel like we should’ve had a lot more Gregory angst after Rocky’s death. I mean Gregory blamed himself for that, it wouldn’t just go away. And Circus Baby should be had more angst after Gregory almost frickin died!!! The characters recover so quickly and just go back to their goofy normal lives. Obviously I won’t cover everything for these shows but some of my main thoughts.

“uh but what about Glamrock Chica on TFFAGCS?”

Not. Enough. Glamrock Chica was easily back to normal after blaming herself for their whole issue because of stuff out of her control, having an exstistential crisis after being kicked out of the PizzaPlex, getting a message from her parents she doesn’t remember and so on. Also if ANYONE is getting angst it should be Funtime Foxy and his brother. Funtime Foxy almost drowned when he was around 10, Fexy (the brother) tried to stab FT.Foxy while screaming “THIS IS MY BODY, I WANT IT BACK” because they were in the same body at some point, he and his brother burned their house down because when FT.Foxy was running away from his brother they knocked over candles, then his brother literally tried to commit s—-ide by not leaving the burning building and saying “if I can’t have this I’d rather die” so FT.Foxy had to drag him out the house, then Fexy got sent to a mental hospital/asylum/psych ward (idk which one exactly) and lots of other things. And we haven’t seen ANY Lolbit angst whatsoever. Don’t even get me started on Mangle or Ray. (You can just tell this is my favourite show, can’t you?)

“…uhhh TFAFFS??”

Tbh I don’t watch that one alot but FT.Freddy Deffinetly has abondonment issues, as far as I know we never find out where that came from, Shadow Freddy had a bit of angst, Freddy is doing loads of things that I’m not bothered to say and ‘The Evil Gang’ or whatever their name is are another case of ‘comic relief villains’ I think.

“TLAES or TSAMS?????”

I already posted about this by rebloggin soemthing but ‘Sun gets Therapy’ was so disappointing, Lunar acts like things are normal, I feel like Solar should be seeing things after killing his Moon because as the Old Moon said “when you kill someone, they’re not there, but you can see them” or something like that, Moon just screams and gets mad at people for angst and he did apologise to Monty and have that whole “I’m a loser blah blah blah” but that’s it, Sun is hiding ALOT and other things.

“but TMGAFS has alot of angst”

which is why it’s my second favourite show. I’m just sad Foxy said him and Monty are more acquaintances than friends :(… I respect that show. If anyone else wants to criticise the angst there, be my guest.

Anyways I’m just rambling here. I’m gonna go listen to the entire C.C.C.C. album again, toodles.

[emjoyzhos-ej]

HI

Uh…

I’m always very nervous to ask something RAH

So.

I personally love Xian’s design and uhm…

I thought about a small comic about him accidentally teleporting in a timeline where my characters live in.

At least the ones who survived- COUGH

And nothing- he just meets my silly lil guy pilla ^^ I wondered if I could do that.

Toodles-

YE SURE go ahead!! I'd love to see dat ^^

[rpmemesyo]

The World Ends With You: The Animation

sentences taken from the english dub of The World Ends With You: The Animation

"Trapped like a freaking rat."

"You're gonna have to trust me!"

"So, uh... You got a name?"

"You're such a lazy bum!"

"Can't all be go-getters like you."

"I didn't take you for much, but you're actually pretty sharp."

"I spooked you then you spooked me!"

"Teamwork really makes the dream work."

"You know, you say some really depressing stuff every now and then."

"You're trying so hard. I think I know why."

"I think you're fine the way you are."

"Nice to see that somebody's bouncing back."

"You had every right to ditch me, but you chose to stay."

"Don't get weird on me now!"

"You kids better not die on me!"

"I've had my eye on you for quite some time now."

"What a splendid team the two of us will make."

"You are so zetta slow!"

"I'm confused right now."

"Had a feeling we'd make a good team, but I didn't know we'd be that good."

"We could try that teamwork thing."

"As your partner, I'm both offended and concerned."

"How long are you planning to mope?"

"It's no secret that I'm a supremely talented man."

"Enjoy every moment with all you've got."

"Like, just die."

"How's caring about someone the slightest bit wrong?"

"If I had been on my own, I doubt I'd be here today."

"For better or worse, we're partners."

"They may be gone, but you and I aren't."

"Let's back 'em up, they'll hate every second of it!"

"Are you, like, stupid?"

"How is fighting up close safe?!"

"He hurts my brain."

"I thought you couldn't afford to lose."

"Toodles, you little twerp!"

"Oh, to be young and foolish again."

"Do you even understand yourself when you talk?"

"Woot-woot, go girl."

"Being indebted to people is so not metal."

"Can't fix dumb, and that's no doubt what you are."

"Will you just shut your face?!"

"Been ages since I actually tried."

"You bitch."

"Sucks to be you, I guess."

"No more games."

"I trust you."

"Didn't know your smile got that big."

"Perhaps that means everything was necessary."

"Nothing in this world is pointless."

"Aw, do I detect the sound of loneliness?"

"It's a wonderful world, huh?"

[tess-grey-maned]

i’m here to drink alone.

  “So am I.”

  Sylvanas blinks. There are a few normal responses that she gets to that statement- oh c’mon darling, just a quick chat? Or alright then, don’t need to drink together for you to give me your number. Or even fine. Fuck you- and that was not among them. “Uh. Cool. Good,” she says, somewhat off-kilter, and chugs the last two mouthfuls of her wine. The woman’s eyebrows rise. “Excuse me, uh, Valtrois? Can I have another of those, please?”

  “You sure that’s a good idea?”

  “I thought you were here to drink alone,” Sylvanas rebuts, and the middle child in her springs to life at the prospect of someone’s attention, positive or negative. “Why would you care if I make a drunken fool of myself?”

  “I wouldn’t,” the woman says, and turns back to her drink. Sylvanas deflates.

  Her wine appears in front of her. “Thank you,” she mumbles, and lifts it to her lips for a hefty swig-

  “You are actually going to give yourself alcohol poisoning!”

  Lowering her drink, Sylvanas squints at the woman. “That almost sounded concerned.”

  “That’s because it was,” the woman snaps, and shoves herself up from her stool only to plop angrily onto the one beside Sylvanas.

  “Oh, I see. You think I can’t handle myself?”

  “I think that group of horny men in the corner there haven’t been able to keep their eyes off you since your second glass.”

  Sylvanas shrugs. “I could have all six of them on the floor, if I wanted. Bet the big guy at the back there would cry. I could find out if you want?”

  “I don’t want.”

  But Sylvanas, drawn in by the attention, presses on. “Having an older sister, you learn all sorts of amazing limb-twisting techniques. Having a younger sister called for top tier poking and prodding. Younger brother? Let’s just say, I can immobilise just about anyone by sitting on them-”

  “The big guy at the back is military trained.”

  “So am I.”

  “He’s also my ex.”

  Oh. “I see what this is about now,” Sylvanas says, and reaches for her wine again only to have it plucked from her fingers. “Look, I’m very happy for you to pretend to pick me up to stick it to your ex. I know I’m a catch.” She lifts her shirt just enough to expose her abs; the woman’s eyes dart down, and Sylvanas, basking in the open admiration, drops it with a smirk and reaches for her drink again only for her hand to be caught and held. “We can get a bit friendly- as you’re already doing- leave together, walk a while, and go on our merry ways.”

  “I don’t-”

  “Fine, you don’t want to do that. You want to nag at me until I toodle on home like a good girl and tuck into bed. Then why don’t you leave me the fuck alone,” Sylvanas spits, and knocks the woman’s hand away. “Like I told you, I can handle myself.”

  “Would you shut the fuck up for five seconds and listen to me?” The woman slams a credit card down on the bar. “To cover both of us, please, Valtrois. Right. Yes, I do want you away from Misogynists United in the corner there. I’m sure you can look after yourself, but I’d rather you didn’t have to get any closer to them than you already have. And I do want you to go. With me. To the eatery down the road from here, where the music isn’t so loud and we can hear each other properly.”

  Sylvanas stares at her for a moment. The woman raises her eyebrows expectantly.

  “Well,” she says, and picks her bag up. “What would my minn’da say, leaving a bar with a stranger whose name I don’t even know.”

  “Jaina. You?”

  “Sylvanas. Shall we?”

  Jaina takes her credit card from Valtrois with a smile and a thank-you, drops a generous tip into the jar alongside Sylvanas’, and heads for the door without so much as a glance back at her ex in the corner.

[xxl1zardb3ansxx]

Kay so I lied imma just post chapters of my story when I can so here you go :) This one is kinda short

On the way

It was pretty much uneventful. Star flew over a majority of the Mud kingdom, which she did not particularly enjoy. Too many snakes and big scary Mudwings. It also smelled horrible, but she thought not to mention that in her journal just in case a Mudwing found it. It was quite peaceful in the open sky though. No noisy dragonets, no Astrion. Just clouds. They didn’t make very much noise so Star didn’t mind them. The mountains were a little less fun. Star had to be careful because there were random mountains sticking up everywhere. It also didn’t help that there were a lot of clouds, which made it even harder to see. Star only had to stop once when she needed food. She found a goat, who was relatively skinny actually, but Star didn’t really care. Meat wasn’t a huge part of her diet because she lived in the rainforest, with rainwings. And Rainwings are vegetarian so you get the point. Although, there were some interesting botany samples along the way. Bright blue flowers, a very folding looking pink flower, and a red round fruit. Which after looking it up in her botany book, found out it was a strawberry. Thus she tossed it into her mouth and picked a couple for the rest of the trip. Eventually, Star came across a large mountain with a sign reading “Jade Mountain Academy” across the top with a slogan underneath that said, “We wish you the power of the wings of fire!” Star guessed this was her destination and landed on a hill not far from the entrance. She didn’t want to go in quite yet, for she was nervous. Star took a couple deep breaths and went into the Mountain. There were a couple students in the halls, not many though. Probably because the actual beginning of the semester was on Monday. A Nightwing greeted Star as she walked in.

“Hello! And welcome to Jade Mountain Academy, or JMA for short. I’m FateSpeaker.” The Nightwing said in a very cheery and excited tone.

“Uh, hi. Star, nice to meet you?” Star said, not really used to talking to other dragons.

“Star, Star, Star,...Ah ha! Here you are! You're in the Jade Winglet. Which is down the hall and to the right twice.”

“Thanks.” Star said, and just before she walked down the hall FateSpeaker said, “Wait, here’s your library card, and map of the school. Okay, bye bye!”

Star took the map and a little pouch with the card in it. She began walking down the hall and noticed that everyone’s thoughts were really loud. *Okay, little thingamagigama here. Star inherited mind reading from Moon and Astrion got the visions and stuff. Ok! Toodles!*

Star used the trick her mom showed her and pretended to hear everyone's voices slipping away into raindrops in a storm. Star could still sort of hear them, but it helped quiet down the noise. Star also noticed that she was getting some weird looks. Oh no please don’t tell me they know my- A bright pink blur in her face broke her thought.

“Hi! *Gasp* It’s you again! Hi!” 

Star recognized that voice. It was the pink Rainwing from back home that wanted her mom’s autograph.

“Oh, hey.” Star said, stepping back. 

“I’m Rosey! What’s your name?” Rosey said, excitedly shifting between yellows and shades of pink.

“Star. Nice to uh, meet you.” Star said, trying to evade this giant ball of sunshine.

“Oooh, that’s a pretty name! Does it have a second part? Like the Moon does?” Rosey persisted, shining even brighter pink with a little yellow on the fin-like things on the side of her head. (I don’t know what their called)

“Yeah, um, it’s uh, StarGazer technically, but I like Star.” Star said, being pushed against the wall by Rosey’s energy.  “Ooooh, that’s so pretty! I wish I had a name like that! I would want to be like NightStalker or something cool like that! Hey, where'd she go?” Rosey said, suddenly realizing Star was gone. Star had used the time while she wasn’t paying attention to slip down the hallway and into the room labeled ‘Jade Winglet’. Star sighed when she got in there. Relieved to not have to deal with Rosey anymore. It wasn’t Rosey herself, it was just her mind is really really loud. Inside the cave were several different styles of beds. A hammock, a stone ledge, a very cold looking stone ledge, a heated stone ledge, another ledge covered with leaves, a silk web, a hive looking ledge, a kelp covered ledge, a ledge covered with a thin layer of mud, and a final one that looked quite bumpy and uncomfortable actually. Star decided to take the leaf covered stone ledge, as the hammock was probably for a Rainwing. Star was not very excited at that thought though. That meant she would be staying in the same room with other dragons! Although this mountain was clearly not big enough to have everyone have their own rooms. Star set down her satchel next to her and just laid down for a bit. The bed wasn’t quite as great as the one back home, but it was still comfortable. Star flopped her tail over her snout and just sat and thought for a while.

[kirchefuchs]

hi so uh my internet at home died (currently using paid wifi) so I decided to draw a bit to kill some time

Since I don't have a lot of stuff to yk r a m b l e about, I thought: why not put in some intermissions, featuring some of my drawings

hooray

For context regarding the white line thingy, I was planning on actually uploading it online, but yk, my middle name is not confidence.. so I ended up not even trying to put it out for y'all to see

also I really fucking hate tumblr's new Ask interface like what the fuck it's so glitched (sorry for the profanity)

anyway last one

anyway, before I go insane because of this stupid new interface (why. it's so dumb I hate it. the "Ask anonymously" bar is floating above my screen what the hell I wanna sob)

SS for reference:

I'm going to cry what is this. why. why does this change exist I want to sob

anyway

That is all from me (currently typing this blindly because the stupid "Ask anonymously" button is floating above the words I'm writing) :D

toodles and goodnight (from my area)

— 🅰️non || 06/15/2023

Oooo these drawings are all so fun! It's the silly guys!!

Also I've noticed at least on the app I can't reorganize images anymore cuz whenever I try to grab an image everything dissapears until I let go of it again. Tumblr is just broken or something. Hopefully they will fix it soon.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Manuscript Search Tag

Tagged by @euphoniouspandemonium (hi Syd :D) to find: blood, blade, purple, light and dark!

Tagging @loopyhoopywrites @jezifster (I hope you're okay with tag things, please ignore this if you're not-) @pandawriterstuff @salamandersofftheclock @ettawritesnstudies with ache, rise, grin and find!

blood, from We Shall Be Fools (anyone remember that one?)

The god of death took a deep breath. In his cell, enchanted so that nothing could ever die in it, he was as powerless as a human. Now he was surrounded by death, its quiet, cold presence swirling around him, as thick in the air as the smell of blood. It was both familiar and foreign, like a tongue he hasn't spoken in years. The energy of it felt almost scalding to the touch and as viscous as honey, but he'd have to remember how to make it his – he was out of practice, but more than anything he was out of time

blade, from the Missy and Meg WIP co-written with @euphoniouspandemonium (Syd! Hi again!!)

How do you kill a god, or a man so old and so sure of his strength he’s worse than the worst of gods? Not selfishly. In the end, Meg sat here warm and safe, envisioning glimpses of what was Missy’s life for years, years that must’ve felt longer than some centuries. 

They acted brave, for him. For themself. They were remembering how to be brave, and if he were to run a blade through the fucker’s heart, cut his head off and do whatever else it takes to make a god stop living, Missy would keep thinking that he won. That he made them weak enough to need help – and yes, Meg wanted to shake them by the shoulders and yell how being weak and needing help have nothing to do with one another, but he didn’t know if it would make a difference.

purple, from Broken Blessings

“Crow! How are you?”

“Hey. Uh. Been better. Died. World ended. Spilled coffee. Ruined my toast. Drowned– when the world ended. Not in the coffee.” Crow forced out a hoarse chuckle. “Could you come? It’s fine if-”

“I’ll be over in twelve minutes”– Hey glanced up at the purple being with a few dozen too many eyes, most focused on examining their nails. “Is it okay if I bring someone over?”

light, form The Tulip and The Mouse, a little fairytale

There is a sun inside of me, thought the flower, which is a perfectly reasonable assumption to have if you're a flower and there's something warm in the middle of you, and the warmest thing you know is sunlight. 

"Hello, little sun," said the flower, as it seemed like the polite thing to do. 

dark, from the Henchman X Villain WIP. Aaron's introduction scene

She took a step back out of reflex as the man’s head smiled, the space under his neck a smoking dark cloud that mixed in all too well with the night sky.

“One more thing, if you need any help, please don’t hesitate to call me. Just yell my title and I will be sure to come. That’s all, toodles!”

“Wait-” but he was already gone, the black hair leaking into the shadows until he was nothing but a more prominent inky spot, one that faded into darkness without a trace.