#I know this is long oof

[junewild]

Watching Sam & Brennan talk about the beauty of frivolity, of adults playing silly games just as seriously as they fight to survive, and... yeah. There are some things that keep us alive, and there are some things that make life worth living, and I think games are one of those things that fall into both categories. Games make our lives better and they make us better at being alive. I think that's pretty cool.

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things it’s things like “it was me who broke the remote” “I saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because it’s way funnier if he didn’t know who it was” “I rip my clothes to look more like Raph’s because he’s really cool” “my stripes aren’t even red they’re pink!”

[veinsfullofstars]

🌅 MetaDede Week 2024 Day 5 & 6: AU & Secrets 🌅

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of a moment in King Dedede and Meta Knight’s youth, when - during a trip to the beach with their friends - the teenaged penguin realizes that he might feel more than just friendship for his little winged buddy. Transcript in Alt Text. END ID.)

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Started 08/20/24, finished 08/24/24. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

[moeblob]

Sylvain: but why not ask me directly? Bernadetta: because I don't like seeing a fake smile on you. Sylvain: (i wanna marry her)

[cry-ptidd]

Alucard is a boydad but vladcard is a total girldad. I can't explain it but that's the vibes they're giving off,,,,,

Peak characterization my dear anon

Alucard is a boydad stuck with a daughter

(it doesn't change at how he'd treat her if she was a son she still suffers either way)

"LOCK THE FUCK IN"

"Shut up"

Fatherly disappointment followed by resignation (also him calling her an idiot for a minute straight)

And ofc. These gems

Peak boydad. He calls her 'sport'

Vs

Peak girldad Vlad

THAT'S A PROUD DAD RIGHT THERE!!!

He brags about her all the time. You never hear the end of it.

"Yeah, your kid went to Harvard? Cute. My daughter tho--"

He brings her everywhere, and is always there when she's struggling (somehow predicts it). A guy comes within a 20 mile radius of her and he whips out the shotgun. He cuts up apples and places it on her desk without a word and he compliments her hair and outfits and he let her paint his nails when she was little. The first person who made fun of him for having poorly painted sparkly nails got stabbed in the kidney.

Also, he already has a dad laugh.

Overall, maybe Hellsing is actually about Boydad Alucard's journey to becoming a girldad

[heckblade]

to this very day I wish I had the money to commission an artist to draw the picture that nathaniel took of the circle of needle & thread on the elevator down into the fourth pharos

marion’s little thumbs up. the grin on sean’s face as they descend slowly towards the inevitable. god.

[mikesbasementbeets]

Surface Things 3: Puzzle Tales

[catlover4536]

My part of an art trade I did with @bloomynmoon!

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Okay so we're at 623/1025 Pokemon done right now that's 60.78%, and did you know that each 1 (one) new unique crochet brings us .09% (NOT EVEN A /TENTH/ OF A PERCENT) closer to 100%. That's 402 more Pokemon to go (currently) (not including ones that have different variants/forms). That's so many. Whoa. Wow.

[trashfactorysstuff]

I keep forgetting all the Azulon art I have and never show, so I tried to recollect all the drawings I could find. Also I think Azulon’s fire was blue as well, move on.

Also using this post to tell a bit of my hc that Azulon created the lightning bending for the reason that he uses the same poses and movements that Sozin uses to re-direct heat; my hc is that he learns that from Sozin (thinking that Sozin teach him phew things since he was the prodigy). Other hc that goes along is that Iroh learns that from him and the re-direction base on his father’s teaching and water tribe people.

Also the fact that no one talks about his general years and how he was consider one the “greatest firebender in the world” by his time. Great reflexes, general Azulon.👌

And random doodle I found of the dragon au 🧍‍♂️

Father and son quality time is trying to erase an entire race.

[asexualbookbird]

Immediately forgets everything that happened in June. Uh. I threw a tea party! Finished a knit hat! Did one (1) queer corvid piece! Started playing baldurs gate! Read some good books! SAW SOME SANDHILL CRANES!!!! Found new enrichment in the form of a new walking route! A busy busy month! Didn't read as much as I intended, but I did get to check off five more books on my Reading Books I Own chart so I call that a win.

The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakranorty ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐- WHAT A FUN BOOK! "Adventure" is the perfect word for this. Yes, it's a trilogy with only one book out, but this also works so well on its own, as individual books SHOULD! It's its own little thing. Wrapped up neat and tidy with little threads to pick up in the future. I had so much fun and the audiobook was a DELIGHT, I want to read it again immediately.

The Novice by Taran Matharu ⭐- This has been sitting on my shelf since its release. It moved homes with me. It will not be doing so again. Bland, generic, poorly written. Proof just because you were an internet success, doesn't mean you don't need an editor. Also proof that publishing is about Luck and Connections. I know goodreads ratings mean Nothing, but come on. Why is this one so high. Did people really enjoy it that much? HOW??

Translation State by Ann Leckie ⭐⭐⭐⭐- Okay. Look. This was not my favorite Leckie novel. In fact it very well could by me least favorite Leckie novel. HOWEVER. Even then, it was still fun and enjoyable. I wish it ended differently, but I still loved all the characters and how they interact. I do want to reread this as well, because I remember enjoying Ancillary Justice more the second time around and I wonder if the same will happen here.

What Moves The Dead by T Kingfisher ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - A reread! To get ready for What Feasts At Night! Even knowing all the secrets, it's still a perfectly bite sized creepy read. My favorite thing about Kingfishers writing is how even with the darkest subjects she still manages to add humor. And it never seems out of place! It's a great breather for the reader but doesn't detract from the tension. Do not recommend reading this while walking through a field of bunnies.

What Feasts At Night by T Kingfisher ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - I gave What Moves The Dead four stars at my initial read through, so I wonder if this will ALSO change to five stars upon rereading. I had to read the first few chapters twice for them to stick, and ended up switching to the audiobook which was very well done. I really didn't expect another book about Alex Easton, but I'm hooked now to be honest. I mean, stop putting this soldier in Situations, but also. I want to know what other Situations ka gets into. Angus and Miss Potter are adorable.

The library has a few summer reading games with prizes so my reading in the upcoming months will be influenced by those. Someone said there might even be a local bookstore gift package in the mix and I Want That. I do still want to do the Bone Season updated read, if for no other reason than to get rid of those books so I don't have to pack and move them. Other than that, no reading plans. I've read nearly every book that's on the shelf in my bedroom, which, wow, so it's getting harder to choose what to read. I guess that's a good thing! Leaves more room to reread old favorites.

[turtleblogatlast]

Don't think about how Draxum created the turtles to destroy humanity...and in the original timeline, Leo's actions caused the apocalypse. Like, do you think Master Leonardo thought of that? About how he indirectly ended up causing the end of humanity? Which is what he was technically created for?

Sidebar, I wonder if Draxum in that timeline, saw what the Kraang did and ever had a moment where he went 'this isn't what I imagined.'.

[ cw: apocalypse / bad future timeline / self blame / self hatred / ]

Anon you are destroying me 😭😭😭

The thought that at some point in the bad future timeline, maybe more than once, Leo would realize this and think ‘oh. I was always bad.’ oh that hurts horribly. Of course he’d be quick to throw that away, because his brothers are too good to be bad. This is something unique to him…I think, horribly, he’d be more comforted by that thought. That it was just a coincidence, or just him fulfilling that old purpose, and not his good, heroic brothers. Gosh…

And Draxum, wow, yeah I bet that was definitely not what he had in mind. To see a truly ruined humanity must be a sobering thing for him. Doesn’t help that yokai aren’t exactly freed from the destruction either.

[crazymecjc]

birthday kiss 💕

[kedsandtubesocks]

Dragon!Gojo? Anyone ask for dragon!gojo? Just me? Okay that’s fair

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

He is considered to be one of the fiercest creatures that has ever roamed the earth or taken to the skies in over a century.

The snowy white dragon with the sharpest blue eyes as if the sky itself has been captured in them.

And those same eyes are watery pools staring into the window of your cabin.

You never would have believed dragons could whine until you met one that did.

He currently whines like an oversized puppy. Except the growls could be mistaken for something terrifying. The sad rumbling rattles the glass of the window and it gets even worse when his snout presses against it harder.

“You can’t come in, you know this.” You firmly tell him as you finish grinding up the last bit of herbs you need for his healing tea remedy.

The growling whine only comes stronger. The leaves of your poor plants sitting on your windowsill shake with his tantrum.

“Be patient.” You urge the creature that has overshadowed your life since that fateful morning you woke up and found this dragon outside your cabin.

Various slices and cuts had ravaged his body. He bled so heavily from all the wounds over his body that he looked like a soaked red rag. He could barely open his eyes. When you saw the great beast of the sky, heaving in pain like a wounded animal, instead of being terrified your body moved on its own to the dragon without even thinking.

That was months ago.

Now, here the great beast sits outside your cabin whining like a pouting child. The moment you open the door, step outside into the warm morning, he rushes to you.

“If you make me spill this I’m not making you another one!” You scold him but it’s too late. The dragon’s muzzle shoves against your face and he rubs against you.

Dragons, you have discovered, purr. Your white cloud beast purrs as he curls against you, pure scales covered power trying to soak in your attention truly like a cat.

“Alright, alright.” You laugh weakly patting the side of his face.

“Come on, tea time.” Tea time is what you called this time of day now.

In the mornings, you give the great beast his healing tea concoction while you sip your own. You and him also share splitting various fruits you pick up from the vendor in town. He always managed to steal from your plate that you’ve had to swat him away a few times.

After you had healed the extensive surface injuries, you thought that would be all the dragon needed. Until blood began to spill from his piercing blue eyes, turning them into crimson soaked rivers. That’s when you discovered the internal injuries your dragon had sustained were horrifying.

It’s why he stayed longer that what you expected. And truly it was because you found your quiet existence blooming more than ever before.

Once he was able to walk, your dragon stayed by your side constantly. When you did laundry by the stream, he would splash water at you with his tail. He often playfully bit at your blouses to make you trip or to keep you closer to him. Now that he was almost fully healed, your snowy dragon now would sit in front of your door to block you and he did so with a wide almost pleased toothy grin.

He annoyed you to no end. But you don’t want him to leave.

You know his internal wounds are practically healed. Any moment now he could fly away back to where he belonged. And this thought of him leaving makes a poisonous ache seep into your bones.

A deep rumble floats into the air. Before you can turn to look at him, the dragon slowly lowers his head onto your lap. His eyes are closed peacefully as he rest so quietly and content. Something sharpened in sadness pierces your heart.

You can’t even stop yourself. You body again moves on its own and you lower yourself down to rest ontop of the dragons horned head.

The horns, the sharp fangs, his dangerous talons, they all speak of the terrifying power this creature holds. But you wonder if now there is something so tender in the monstrous?

“You’re going to be all healed up soon. You probably can even head home.” You begin softly, quietly against the soft breeze of the early morning.

Your dragon remains silent, not that he could talk to begin with. But he does not respond with any of his typical playful noises or annoyed growls. Instead he simply burrows stronger against your midsection and you wonder if he realizes it too.

His must leave eventually. It’s why you stand up in silence and gather all the various bowls and cups to place them inside.

When you walk back outside - your dragon is gone.

The grassy lot in front of your cabin is empty. Gone without a goodbye, without a warning. Something inside of you quietly collapses on itself, a small decayed rumble that leaves your body hollow.

It’s still morning. Yet all you can do is return into your cabin, crawl on top of your bed’s quilt and close you’re eyes as tears silently leak out.

You wait to see if he returns the rest of the day. He doesn’t. When you wake up the next day, the ache inside of you feels worse.

You decide to head to town to see if leaving your little cabin, your little carved out world, will help ease your heartbreak. Because that is what this feels like, a form of heartache you can’t even describe.

You browse the fruit stand and think of maybe buying yourself a few items to brighten your day. However, you also think of tea time with your dragon. He favored sweeter fruits like melon slices. For some reason you unthinkingly reach for that fruit out of habit.

That’s when your hand brushes against another.

It jolts you out of your thoughts and you spiral into a slight embarrassment for not paying attention. You quickly turn to the side to apologize.

That’s when you find a man beside you.

He’s unbelievably handsome. He looks like something out of a dream or myth with striking white hair. A strange blindfold covers his eyes. Then he slowly raises the black fabric up to reveal one of his eyes.

A beautiful shimmering sky stares down at you.

“Oh?” The man speaks and his voice is smooth, but peaked with an enigmatic curiosity. “Are these your favorites too?”

He grins at you wide and for some reason -

You’re reminded of the same fang filled grin your snowy dragon gave you.

[spasikonik]

an edek themed collage 🪲

[forestials]

If you’re willing, could I request some Angbang art? I love your style!!

@now-thats-an-oof You most certainly can! Forget the war crimes for a second, it’s the reverence for me.