#I love it and will always cherish it

[inkspottie]

Genuinely cannot express just how grateful I am for Ouroboros. Like I was just casually scrolling through the pressure tag on ao3 one day and just happened to run into vicissitude and think “oo this looks pretty interesting lemme give it a read”. Could not have ever predicted that I would end up spending most of my time on tumblr and writing fanfics/making fanart for it in the near future LOL. Before reading this fic series, I was in a bit of a depressive episode you could say. I was struggling a lot with college and just finding the motivation to do simple tasks was a struggle. I had nothing I could really look forward to or devote my time towards. But once I read Ouroboros I finally had smth to be passionate about again!! I can’t even begin to describe just how much this has reawakened so many things in me. Not only have I found the motivation I need to keep doing my college work, but I also have just really started to explore and spend a lot of my time on multiple different creative mediums I had kinda stopped exploring. Writing, art, etc. Before this I felt very insecure about my abilities within these fields, but now I actually have confidence and passion in them again!

I can’t remember the last time I have been apart of such a fun and welcoming community. I love the little mini fandom Ouroboros has created and it really feels like a little family almost haha. I’ve always been apart of very big fandoms, but being apart of such a small one like this is a very nice change. It’s really nice to just be seen by people and to actually know everyone within the community yknow?

I know this is kinda long but I really just needed to express my gratitude towards u and ur work spottie!! You’re an incredibly talented and kind person! So thank you so much, truly. Excited to see what u have in store for us in the future, and u have definitely earned ur self a permanent follower!!

P.S I am def going to need to read laughing at tragedy sometime in the future, as I am also a huge fnaf nerd so fnaf + ur writing is bound to be good.

Hhh I’m glad to hear it friend. Honestly I was in a bit of a rut myself so having such a wonderful community now is nice.

Sometimes you just gotta build yourself a little sandbox in the fandom and have your own little circle. It’s a lot more fun that way.

And good luck at Laughing at Tragedy, it’s my magnum opus and it is LONG but I still had a blast writing it.

[equill]

Reuniting with a distorted past.

Extra:(New personality tested gone wrong)

wanted to play with rin living in the aftermath aus aswell and had these drawings laying around to share so yay

Panel 1: Was buried alive.

Comic 1: Who are you supposed to be?

new friends

Comic 2: Misguided protection.

obito still sensing the warning signs of rin losing her temper. anyways they proceeded to be dragged into the ocean by rin like some sea monster

Comic 3: Finding out (Now what will you do?)

obito is harshly brought back from his delusions because now its not just kushina but rin too who he needs to ripped out the tail beast from

[jamingbenn]

the thing that is really making me crash out about this video is how casually tanger says baby to geno. like hes said it a thousand times and will say it a thousand times more

source from pens fb and youtube!

[capes-and-arrows]

Oliver Queen // Mr Robot S4 E11, "eXit"

[wormsical]

Sixth ending

[jomadis]

I sculpted him a few months ago in a pottery class, but only recently did I have time to finish him-- here's Chibiterasu!!!! My son. My boy. A good boy. Please CapCom make more Ōkami ;W;

[klanced]

when adam met 11yo keith he immediately knew that keith was gay and was like i have GOT to support this kid!! (runs into traffic) meanwhile shiro spent years operating under the assumption that keith had like a gender thing going on

[canisalbus]

I have to ask what drew vasco into falling in love with machete?

His snivelling runt ways were just that irresistable.

[aschenbroedel]

posting my response to this eah confession about dappling and the implications of destiny so i dont lose it when i want to write more later:

[storge]

Story of Kunning Palace (2023)

[zenakari]

Always smiling. Always putting in the effort. Always working hard. Always caring. Always kind. Always sweet. Always giving. Always giving people the benefit of the doubt. Always finding the better in someone. Always forgiving. Always trying to meet everyone's expectations. Always easily swayed. Always easily influenced. Always carrying the burden on her shoulders by herself. Always listening to other's. Always bottles up her emotions. Always doesn't fully unpack how she's feeling. Always puts others first. Always wanting the best for others, but could care less about herself. Always trying to adapt. Always trying to be better. Always keeping a part of yourself locked up, unkempt and not seen by anyone. Always adjusting to others. Always a people pleaser. Always the first person we @suirenhanei @sazankahanei think of that we know we can rely on. Always trying. Always enough. @kairissihanei

[camellcat]

got another craving folks. been puttin on s7 again cause god help me I love it, and I'm itching for some good buffy taking care of spike during never leave me, showtime, or in early season insane-o spike times. methinks I just want something softer with a side of madness. we got any goods here or am I looking for the niche again?

[canisalbus]

Which is your favorite platform? (of the ones you have accounts to post things I mean. I can't imagine it being Instagram since you don't really post there which honestly fair)

Tumblr, Twitter (X?) bluesky? Something else?

I think I'm going to have to go with tumblr, and it's not just because we're here. Twitter and Bluesky are nice and my experiences on both are overwhelmingly positive. But tumblr has an atmosphere that encourages originality, sharing your creations and talking about things in depth.

[animatedmess]

Jason Todd’s most cherished memory.

[yichens]

thinking about the qing geng story arc in fangs of fortune and how they draw these parallels between zhuo yichen and qing geng (the good, the worshipped, the savior) and also zhao yuanzhou and fei (the evil, the calamity, the horror). how zhuo yichen listens to qing geng tell her story once she's clear of mind and heart again, and probably sees himself there, in the way she was bound to her natural enemy. how she approached their clashing natures with kindness and understanding.

aka can sworn enemies coexist? can they become more than enemies? can you actually choose to stay with your enemy bc they're the only one who understands you? can even the most evil deeds be forgiven if you never had a choice in doing them?

(all this right after pei sijing has questioned the way zhuo yichen now looks at zhao yuanzhou/zhu yan bc they're no longer just enemies and between them there's no longer just hate)

[everlarking-always]

“I had a dream, though,” I say, thinking back. “I was following a mockingjay through the woods. For a long time. It was Rue, really. I mean, when it sang, it had her voice.” “Where did she take you?” he says, brushing my hair off my forehead. “I don’t know. We never arrived.” I say. “But I felt happy.” ... Peeta pulls the chain with the gold disk from around his neck. He holds it in the moonlight so I can clearly see the mockingjay. Then his thumb slides along a catch I didn’t notice before and the disc pops open. It’s not solid, as I had thought, but a locket. And within the locket are photos. […] “Your family needs you, Katniss,” Peeta says. My family. My mother. My sister. And my pretend cousin Gale. But Peeta’s intention is clear. That Gale really is my family, or will be one day, if I live. That I��ll marry him. So Peeta’s giving me his life and Gale at the same time. To let me know I shouldn’t ever have doubts about it. Everything. That’s what Peeta wants me to take from him. ... He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. ... As I drift off, I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Captiol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe. ....