#Hopefully this makes up for it

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

Morgana: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Dad.’*

Arthur: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

[doodlesdreaming]

Heya Doodles, not sure if you know much about Fallout or any of the games. But hey Imma give it a try anyway. Cus the character I'm asking about has tons of videos on him in essay format that explains his story. Max Derrat's and Leon Talks A Lot's videos being among the best of the bunch imo. Anyways...our boy Death meeting Joshua Graham himself.

How would Death go about things in the Honest Hearts DLC of F: New Vegas? How would he react to Joshua's story? How would he be as a Courier in general? Who does he choose to side with(highly doubt he'd choose the Legion)? Finally how would Death look as a Courier in Fallout?

Sorry to disappoint, but I know very little about the Fallout series. All I know about it that it’s a nuclear apocalypse, there’s now a tv show inspired by said games, and the game over screens from the early games were heavy hitting and nightmare fuel.

Really all that comes to mind is that if the horsemen had to deal with anything like this, it be categorized as “Extreme Clean Up Duty”. Strife’s words, not mine.

[yandere-collections]

So I was wondering. For your yandere town. What if the darling was a HUGE animal lover? Like they see some stray dog and the darling goes "ight, you are mine now".

You’re in luck. I’ve actually had the idea for a yandere pet store owner for a little while now. Rex is a big friendly man, who always has a smile on his face (he looks like Makoto from Free!). He is a huge hunk with an even bigger heart. It's hard not to melt at the sight of him bottle feeding a tiny kitten in his hands.

The shop itself serves a few purposes. Instead of just selling pets, it mostly serves as a supply shop. There isn't really the market to justify having many pets in the shop. Most of the animals end up being adopted by Rex eventually. Additionally, Rex used to be a vet in a big city before he moved into town and continues his practice here. His gentle demeanor soothes the animals in his care whether it's a puppy, a bird, or a snake. He looks after each one with the same amount of affection, even the tarantula someone has. Finally, he runs a pet daycare out of his home connected to the shop for people who need to leave town or work late hours.

That's where you come in. With your love of animals, of course the two of you would cross paths. You happened across a cat outdoors. You coaxed it over, looking for any sign of ownership. It seemed perfectly happy to let you pick it up and examine it. You hoped it wasn't someone's cat that they let outside (outdoor cats are not good everyone, they're destructive to the environment and spread parasites). You decided to bring it to Rex, wanting to see if he knew its owner or if it was chipped. How could he not fall in love, seeing the cat purring in your arms and refusing to leave. He scanned between its shoulders, finding the contact info of his owner. He left to make a phone call, coming back a few minutes later. Apparently his owner had been worried after her cat escaped out a window.

The two of you got to talking and Rex took the time to show you the other animals in his care. He watched you coo at the puppies and lizards sleeping under a heat lamp. How could he not extend the offer to you? He could always use an extra set of hands.

If you say yes, most residents will find an excuse to come in. Anyone who doesn't have a pet will adopt one as a way to connect with you. They'll leave it at the daycare in the hopes you'll be there when they come back to pick their pet up. Rex works alongside you, protecting you from the more aggressive citizens. He loves taking the opportunity to show off for you. He could sling large bags of dog food with ease, something he always insisted on doing instead of you. He was also surprisingly good at math, able to calculate prices fairly quickly.

He has a cousin named Lumi who moved to town two years after Rex did, but she rarely speaks to him. She's far more reclusive. You might see her peaking out at you from the shadows of the fish and aquarium supply shop across the street. (i haven't seen totally drama island but she kind of looks like gwen from that)

[separatist-apologist]

Lying In Between The Memories

You could call it paradise but it looks just like hell to me

Summary: Following the blood rite, Gwyneth Berdara can't shake the memories of a life long-gone.

The shadowsinger can't seem to move on after five centuries of loving the same woman.

Together, they'll have to carve a new path forward.

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

[ongoing TW for Sexual Assault]

Azriel was gone for three days. Three stupid days in which Gwyn found she missed him. Not at first—not that first day. He’d left a shadow behind, presumably to monitor her. She’d woken to find it slithering around her desk, likely looking for something interesting. Embarrassment flooded through her—had this been the same shadow that he’d used to pleasure her in the library? What kind of awareness did they have, anyway? 

Maybe some things were better left unknown. 

The only thing Gwyn truly had to worry about was Kai, who realized Azriel wasn’t around by mid-afternoon and began trailing her earnestly and Gwyn, who’d never been the subject of someone’s romantic desires before, found herself both uneasy and flattered by the prince's attention. 

Sitting beside her in his pathetic library, Kai paid little attention to what she was reading. Instead, long, moon pale fingers found the bracelet on her wrist. She didn’t know what possessed her to put it on that morning. Perhaps she was missing Nesta and Emerie more than she realized. 

“This is pretty,” he murmured, fingers finding the little rose pendant she’d clasped among the other gems. It had been a solstice gift, stuck on an unremarkable silver chain. Gwyn knew she’d never wear it, and so she’d discarded the chain in favor of the little red rose and fastened it to the bracelet, deciding it was a good omen. “Where did you get it?”

“A friend,” she replied, thinking of Clotho offering it to her with a delighted smile. It hadn’t been from Clotho—likely another group of well-meaning citizen from Velaris donating things to the priestesses locked away in the library. The fact that Clotho had thought of her at all was what mattered. 

It had been the first gift Gwyn had gotten in a long time. Nesta and Emerie, along with Cassian, had also sent up gifts later that day—along with a very lovely blanket from the High Lady, thanking her for being Nesta’s friend and begging Gwyn not to tell her sister she’d said so—had really made that day special. 

Gently, she pulled the charm from Kai’s fingers. “It’s beautiful. Like you,” he added, blue eyes bright with hope.

Gwyn merely smiled, scooting her chair a fraction of an inch away from him. “Thank you, but I’m here only to do a job.”

“And then leave?” he questioned, like her words amused him. “So they can continue to working you to the bone?”

Gwyn turned to look at him. He truly was handsome, in a very specific, limited sort of way. More than anything, Gwyn hated that she was comparing him to Azriel. That was unfair—no one was as beautiful as Azriel, and they never would be. Kai couldn’t help that and yet Gwyn was still doing it. 

“I like working.”

“You wouldn’t have to here,” Kai said, as if that was meant to entice her. Gwyn only sighed, offering him what she hoped was a placid, pleasant smile. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Those were the wrong words, because Kai took them as a challenge. No one had ever tried courting Gwyn—the notion was, frankly, absurd. And yet there Kai was. Sending gifts and flowers, escorting her to dinner, and during one ill fated turn through the garden, draping his jacket over her shoulders.

Like she was a defenseless ornament for him to parade around. Seething, Gwyn marched back into her shared room with Azriel, hoping he was having far more fun than she was. And then, because she was pissed off and decided to make it his problem, took Kai’s jacket, with it’s too big sleeves and strange scent of citrus and clove, and slept in Azriel’s bed.

Just because she could. 

By the time Azriel returned, Gwyn was close to begging Rhysand to bring her home, if only for a little peace. Maybe the shadowsinger could sense her frustration, because he strolled in casually right before dawn. She’d gotten very little sleep, curled up in the chair Azriel so often found solace in when his own nightmares plagued him.

“Miss me?”

Gwyn rolled her eyes. “You’re not dead,” she commented, noting a purple bruise gracing his neck just beneath the color of the black tunic he wore. 

“Don’t act so disappointed. If I die, my cock goes with me.”

“And I’m sure tens of females will mourn,” Gwyn shot back as Azriel all but swaggered into his bedroom. She’d forgotten her little stunt with the jacket, rising to her feet intending to change into something clean and plod back to the library where she’d do fuck all for most of the day. The real work happened at night anyway. At this point, Gwyn’s sole purpose was to pretend she was building a bridge between the continent and Prythian when truthfully she was spying. Stealing their knowledge right from under them.

And Gwyn very much doubted Kai would want her as a princess when he learned she was actively committing treason and stomping all over his hospitality. 

Gwyn had made it to her door when Azriel caught her. One hand gripped her waist, while the other found her wrists and pinned them up over her head. “What happened here while I was gone, Gwyneth?” he whispered. 

Daring to look him right in the eye, she replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t smell arousal on that bed. Just your scent wrapped around another male. What happened?”

“Jealous?”

But that wasn’t quite it. She could see there was fear etched in lines of his beautiful face, half hidden under his anger. 

“Nothing happened,” she said, wrenching her wrists from his hand so she could open the door and tumble backwards. Azriel came with her, falling to the floor in a graceless heap. Somehow,

Azriel managed not to crush her under his powerful body, hitting the ground with his elbows instead. 

“Then why can I smell him in my bed?” Azriel asked breathlessly, wincing from what she assumed was pain. 

“Because I slept in his jacke—”

A snarl ripped from Azriel, sending his shadows scattering for safety. 

“Don’t you growl at me!” she snapped, poking him in the chest. Azriel’s wings flared around them before settling, blotting out the first rays of early morning light. Gwyn hated how much she liked when he did that—nothing and no one could touch her here. Looking up at him, Gwyn wished she could paint the gold flecked in his eyes.

Wished she could trace the curve of his mouth, the line of his jaw.

“Did you miss me?” she asked him, heart thudding. Say no, end this right now, tell me I’m crazy—

“Yes,” he replied, lowering his head to run his nose along the length of her neck. 

Oh, she was in trouble and she knew it. “We’re even, Az.”

“Then let’s fix that,” he replied, sliding a hand down the side of her body. “Let me show you what I’ve been thinking about since I’ve left.”

She was going to let him. Right there on the floor, her bed only a few feet away—an impossible distance when he adjusted, settling his powerful thigh between her legs. “What were you thinking about?” she breathed.

Azriel’s tongue replaced his mouth, tracing the line of her collarbone through the rumpled dress she’d slept in. 

“I want to know what you taste like,” he whispered darkly, his words eliciting a shiver. “I want to see you come again, Gwyn.”

“I—”

A pounding on the door saved her from making a fool of herself. Azriel snarled softly, but shoved up off the ground with the fluid grace he’d been robbed of when they’d fallen to the floor. She watched, rising to her own feet quickly as he stalked to the door, catching how he adjusted himself quickly in his trousers before he flung the door open.

Gwyn knew who’d be on the other side.

“Yes?” Azriel asked, his voice devoid of all emotion.

“Oh. You’ve returned. I suppose I thought you wouldn’t,” Kai said as Azriel plucked the bouquet of purple irises from his hand.

“For me?” Azriel asked, arching one of his impeccable brows. A better person would have put Kai out of his misery. Kai couldn’t see around Azriel’s massive body, which gave Azriel license to say, “Gwyn is still in bed. I’ll let her know you came by.”

And then he slammed the door in the prince’s face, turning to look at Gwyn with a deadpan expression.

“For you,” he told her, tossing them to the little breakfast table littered with her books and notes. “I thought nothing happened?”

“You sound jealous.”

Walking to his room, apparently content to abandon whatever had been about to happen on the floor, Azriel muttered, “When I’m jealous, you’ll know it.” And then slammed the door in her face.

Gwyn only smiled.

AZRIEL:

Azriel was going insane. Kai was constantly in his fucking way, interrupting every single time Azriel tried to get close to Gwyn. After three stupid days living in the ceiling of the Rask palace, all he’d thought about was her cunt on his face. He’d been so close that morning, and never again for the rest of the week.

Kai wanted to separate them. Azriel could guess why. The prince was too involved in the life of one foreign visitor, concerned now about her chastity, like Azriel was some mongrel brute that couldn’t keep his hands to himself or understood the word no.

Isolate Gwyn, make her vulnerable, and then take what he wanted. That was Kai’s little plan and Azriel didn’t need daemati powers or his shadows to tell him as much. Azriel had been alive for a long time and this wasn’t his first time around another territorial male.

Azriel was merely a threat to Kai, who wanted the same female Azriel had begun to guard, perhaps a little too jealously. Gwyn hadn’t complained, and he’d kept the snapping to a minimum. If it continued, Azriel thought it might be time to pull things entirely and take her back to Velaris.

Where he’d be barred from seeing her every morning, and would have no excuse to talk to her. That was the only thing that kept him from writing Rhys and demand his brother end this now. Azriel was selfish—but whatever was happening with Gwyn felt good. Something about her presence, even when she was bratty and snide, made Azriel feel seen. There’d been so much shame attached to Morrigan—shame he then transferred to Elain—that Azriel had always assumed that was just part of attraction for him.

He wasn’t good enough for either of those females.

But he felt good enough to be around Gwyn. Azriel wasn’t ready to go back to the way things were, even as he’d begun to suspect he wasn’t going to be able to easily exorcize her from his mind. 

He’d told himself he just needed to get her under him to burn her out of his system, and it was the game of cat and mouse between them that was keeping him so wound up. And then he’d take her out training and she’d press her dagger to his throat, and Azriel thought he’d never be over it. He’d want more and more, until he had it all. 

All he needed was to kiss her. The fact that he hadn’t wasn’t lost on him—they’d skipped right over it in favor of touching, and while he wasn’t complaining, he did want to know what every inch of her tasted like. He wanted to hear those breathless little sighs, wanted to see the well controlled Gwyn unspool just like he was.

And then, when she’d snapped, he wanted to be at her mercy. 

Azriel knew she’d make him suffer for it.

Good thing he liked a little suffering, right?

Right then, the only suffering was Kai’s obnoxious voice six feet ahead of him. He was explaining plants to Gwyn, pointing out each little flower while Gwyn, eyes glazed, nodded absently. This was what she’d asked for, Azriel reminded himself. She wanted more time to translate her books, which meant by day, she was left to Kai’s attentions. 

Azriel very much doubted the prince wanted to make her his wife. Despite the aggressive courting happening, of which Azriel had become an unwitting chaperone, Azriel guessed he merely wanted something new. Someone new. He’d waste a few weeks with her and then grow bored, picking a new lady at court he could toy with. 

Azriel would never admit it, of course, but how often had he watched Rhys do the same thing? Before he became High Lord, Rhys had a cycle—every month, a new female. Azriel and Cassian used to take bets on who might last longer.

They’d never once dared to bet on Feyre. 

Azriel wanted to barge in on the conversation and save Gwyn. If she’d been Elain, he might have—though, Elain would have enjoyed this stroll around the garden. Azriel kept catching little glimpses of Gwyn’s face, carefully arranged to seem interested. She had her tells. The flicking of her fingers at her sides, stretched far apart like she wanted to strangle him before she curled them into fists, attempting to get herself together. 

Shaking strands of that cinnamon brown hair from her eyes.

“Oh? You don’t say.” Gwyn must have repeated herself twelve times. Azriel smothered a smile when he heard her say it again. Azriel had never been much for the outdoors. Maybe Gwyn was the same. There were things he had no business knowing, but wanted to all the same. But when he imagined her, it was always in the same places he imagined himself. 

There was something strangely comforting about that.

“...I can have a dress sent to you, if you want to go—”

“Oh, I can’t dance—”

“I’ll teach you, then. You should see Montessere like this. You’d like it,” Kai was saying, his voice just a shade huskier than usual. Azriel glowered, unseen by the prince and the priestess.

Azriel returned to tuning them out, if only to spare himself and Gwyn a messy scene. He’d promised…but sometimes his temper got the best of him.

Gwyn wasn’t likely to thank him if he beat Kai into the dirt. Rhys, too, who’d spent days furious with him for doing the same to Eris. It had been worth it, and Azriel had never once apologized, even if his temper had resulted in Eris being a permanent fixture in the Night Court.

The thought of seeing Kai around Velaris was enough to convince Azriel to think about anything but Gwyn and Kai. That was a far harder task than he’d originally thought, and by the time he trudged back to their shared room—alone—Azriel was in a foul mood.

Gwyn returned later that evening with a garment bag. Azriel had fallen asleep in his chair, starting awake when she slammed the door loud enough to shake the overhead lights. Turning his head, Azriel dared to ask, “Bad night?”

“You left me out there,” she hissed, throwing the bag into a heap on the sofa.

“Did you want to be rescued?” he replied, well aware his tone suggested he wouldn’t have even if he’d known she wanted him to. That was a lie—Azriel would have cut right in had he thought she’d appreciate it.

“He took me around that fucking garden four times. I don’t care about plants!” she exclaimed. “You know what this is, don’t you?”

Azriel didn’t. He kept silent, waiting for Gwyn to explain it to him.

“This is a game,” she said, her exasperation plain. “He’s never met a female that didn’t want to be his wife and have his babies, and he’s trying to break me.”

“Good fucking luck,” Azriel mumbled. He couldn’t get Gwyn to smile at him, let alone be someone's sweet little house pet. She was going to make some male very, very miserable one day. Why did that amuse him? Azriel stood, drawing his wings tight against his body.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Bed,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Muttering something that sounded distinctly like useless males, Gwyn turned on her heel and left him, slamming yet another door. So much for inviting her to bed with him, then. And so much for eating her cunt on the floor like he’d been trying to do earlier. 

Melancholy, Azriel bathed and put himself to bed without touching himself. He had no interest in himself today. That happened a fair amount—he’d go through periods where everything felt gray, including himself. Sleep was easier, at least, and tumbled into the dark. There were no dreams, no nightmares to chase him awake.

But there was screaming. Loud, terrified screaming of a female he recognized. For a moment, he thought it might be his mother—maybe Feyre, or Mor, or— Gwyn.

Azriel started, kicking the blankets off his body. Taking truth teller with him, Azriel nearly kicked down his bedroom door to get to hers. He was certain he was about to find someone that shouldn’t be there, was prepared to end the night in a brutal murder that would chase them both back to Velaris.

He found her tangled up in her bed sheets while his shadows swirled in the dark, humming angrily like serpents prepared to strike.

“Gwyn,” he said, his dagger clattering to the bedside table. “Gwyn, wake up.”

She shot upright, body coated in a slick sheen of sweat, straight into his bare chest. Azriel could hear her heart thrumming with fear just as he could smell the thick salt of it. It made the hair on his neck stand on end, every nerve alive and primed for danger.

He expected her to shove him back, to demand he leave her. Azriel didn’t know if he could, and to punctuate that, let his wings wrap around them until the world was blotted out. Holding her, Azriel pressed his cheek into her hair. “You’re safe,” he murmured softly. “You’re with me.”

“Don’t go,” she replied, her voice thick from sleep and unshed tears. “Stay.”

His bed was big enough for them both, but hers was not. Was it better or worse for her to wake up in a strange place? Azriel decided to chance it, scooping her up and walking out of that sick smelling room. She didn’t protest for maybe the first time in her life, and by the time he’d laid her back in his own sheets, her heart had slowed enough that Azriel didn’t feel like he needed to fight. 

Arranging himself to his arm was under her neck and her body, clad in a silvery night dress, was pressed against his own, Azriel exhaled softly. There was nothing inherently sexual about it, and yet the intimacy was enough to make him nervous. Gwyn pulled the blanket up to her chin and then turned to face him. “Will you hide me?” she asked. Azriel nodded, shifting both wings until they cocooned her within them.

Gwyn sighed. 

Azriel was half asleep again when she whispered, “You forgot your dagger.”

He took a breath, a smile ghosting over his face. “That’s alright. I’ve got you.”

[ecogirl2759]

Celestia "Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss" Ludenburg

-NOTE-

All of these photos are from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series. I do not own any of the drawings, but these photos are mine. All credit goes to Spike Chunsoft for the characters and the books themselves.

No one asked, but she's here anyways :D

(Lengthy post lol)

She don't give no damn

Average tea drinker:

The many emotions of Celeste

She has a very serious case of RBF lol

It's hot out :D

You can't tell me she wouldn't wear this to the beach istg

Smol

The back of her dress is so frilly 0.0

じ～～～～～

Honey you're glowing 💅✨

She'd do anything for money

Aight, pack it up, boys, we're goin home

Celeste raging will never not be funny to me lol

._.

Time to run off to my mansion in the hills :D

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I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING ANYTHING YESTERDAY I WAS REALLY BUSY :(

To make up for it, y'all are getting two character posts today :)

Also idk if you can tell but I don't really like Celeste very much lol

She was really cool and interesting when she was first on screen.... and then she falsely accused someone of abuse (and SA I think) and I kinda lost all my respect for her :(

Still like her style tho.

Next up: Byakuya Togami!

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[starlitskycreations]

Here's a full breakdown of Hisoka's tattoos.

Hisoka relies more on his physical strength and power rather than complex spells, so he has these magic tattoos that artificially add to his natural strength and speed. His fighting style is very martial arts based even when he is using magic, so these tattoos are very useful in battle.

[tftjaspasaur]

Hi puppy! Can you bark for me sweet thing? Wanna hear all the different noises I can get out of you while I touch you, edge you, watch you squirm... Would get you so mindless that you wouldn't hesitate before whimpering like a mutt for me. Maybe I'd even consider letting you cum, just to hear what sound you'd make for me <3

-🌜

mmm please? Will be good puppy for you promise!! Just a whiny little puppy melted into a puddle for you at your feet to play with over you please! too dumb to even know better but to spread my legs for you to use and tease even if I don’t get to cum would just be wagging my tail that you decided to use me !! just want to be a good mutt for you whenever you need

[ooachilliaoo]

In All But Name - Never Have I ever

“You look bored as buggery.”

Behind the safety of his wine glass, Alistair grinned. It was nice to know that he’d gotten it right. Even if getting it ��right’ in this case was mostly just allowing his own actual feelings to show on his face. A luxury that he rarely got to indulge in these days, but he was particularly glad of it today.

After all, there was only so much Orlesian opera a man could be expected to take.

It was a delicate thing, seeking an alliance with Orlais.

The older Fereldan lords and ladies, the ones who actually held the lands and titles, still remembered the occupation and, though thankfully none had shown Loghain levels of paranoia, they always seemed to think that, at any moment, the Orlesians might suddenly declare them a province and seek to oust them. Again.

Then again, the younger lords, the sons and daughters who stood to inherit said titles, rather… enjoyed certain excesses of the Orlesian court. To a point, of course. The licentiousness and general debauchery of the Orlesians was all well and good. But no self-respecting Fereldan would ever play ‘the Game’, or wear their fashions, or enjoy their opera.

Which was perfect, really. It meant that he’d been able to bring a number of the younger lords with him to Val Royeaux and he’d been able to look as bored as he felt at the opera. His own people would respect him for remaining quintessentially Fereldan enough to be bored by the spectacle, and the Orlesians would be able to point and titter about how terribly uncultured the king of the ‘Dog Lords’ was, so they could feel comfortably superior.

It was perfect.

Even better now that Lord Simon had seemingly arrived to alleviate said boredom.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually entertained by this,” he said, gesturing at the stage, currently empty for the interval.

Simon, predictably, scoffed. “Course not. But I did hear about an interesting drinking game the Orlesians play.” He held up a bottle of something that looked sweet, sticky, blue and – if he knew their hosts – likely very, very alcoholic. “Care to join?”

His immediate instinct was to accept without question. Anything – anything – to not have to endure the second half of ‘Mariners of Montsimmard’. But, after years of being King, he had learned not to act on his immediate instinct without first considering the implications.  

In this instance there were several factors.

Read the rest on AO3

Read the full series here

[oldmanyaoi-jpeg]

What's your favourite kind of physical storage media?

If we're talking practical it's hard to beat a dvd or flash drive imo

if we're talking overall? any floppy disk from 8" to 3.25" to the format war at the end of the floppy's life with the superdisk and iomegas zip and clik!/pocketzip disks. I look at them and go fuck YES now that's some physical fucking media.

Historically, it's gotta be the competitors in the flash storage wars. That's the most interesting format war IMO because so much random shit came out. Literally:

Secure Digital cards, the winner. You probably know this one.

Sandisk's Compact Flash, the close second that saw use in professional photography until SD could get enough capacity.

Sony's Memory Stick, notably NOT usb flash drives- even though Memory Stick lost so hard that's all you'll find when you google it.

Sandisk and Siemens' MultiMediaCard, notably not SD despite the visual similarities.

Toshiba's Smart Media.

AMD, Fujitsu, and Sharp's Miniature Card.

Olympus, Fujifilm, and Kodak's xD-Picture Card.

Sandisk, Sony, and Nikon's XQD card.

Then on top of having 8 separate, competing formats, each format had subformats. Like CFast and Mini/MicroSD.

And if you want proprietary it's a tie between GBA cartidges and PSP disks. They're the most satisfying game formats IMO.

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[paintedcrows]

Every day is harder, sanity seems farther

[beautifulcherryblossomcoffee]

I've already picked out what I'd call him if we were dating. 'Love.' I feel quite insane

[tawnysoup]

A new critter!!! I have finally figured out what the Bonster looks like.

They're some kind of frog creature with horns and tusks... or is it fluff?! Hard to tell. Their hat is really a big tail they can cook things in and also WHAP against the ground when they're mad!!!

They're slightly smaller than the other critters. Here's a Fritter for scale:

[mwagneto]

hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator

🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow

not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option

🪺 magánügyek Follow

tengri forbid women do anything???

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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.

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🐎 istván-rovására Follow

that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧◇ᛏ⋈∧

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🐴 csillagösvény Follow

i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG

✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow

love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????

#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse

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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3

🏇 attila-népe Follow

cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you

🧺 lemezelő Follow

isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????

🏇 attila-népe Follow

you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)

🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow

Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????

🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

what the fuck happened to my post

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🪔 rakabonciás Follow

for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.

🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep

anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!

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🛐 mea-culpa Follow

It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp

#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse

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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

WRONG BLOG

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS

🪺 magánügyek Follow

ISTVÁN????????????? 💀

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