#I love the name of this event. lol

[izuizzy]

“First Word” 💙💙

made a comic to express the relief and joy sonic felt when talia finally spoke for the first time once she became more comfortable. [read from left to right]

[rebornofstars]

hello!! just wondering whether anyone would be interested in a September-based art & writing event focussed on celebrating the female characters in the LU fandom?

i've been thinking about trying to organise something like this for a few months now, but i'm finally speaking up, because this morning i had an idea...

we could call it:

✨Sepfember✨

anyway, if you'd be interested in a september event, let me know!

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

I had the opportunity to attend rose city comicon this weekend! it was fun!

i got so many compliments on the crochet things I was wearing. I've been considering for a while that I might be able to make money selling crochet things at events like cons and ren faires/fantasy festivals. I'll have to spend a lot of time and money building an inventory and making more of a social media presence for myself and whatever.

but if I do manage to get to that point and I have a booth selling crochet, what items do you all think would be the most popular?

(image description: all the crochet items from the poll, in order. one photo of a dragon scale glove, one photo of a collection of parasols, four photos of different shawls with lacy patterns, two photos of scarves and a photo of a hooded scarf, and two photos of cocoon cardigans, which are very loose square shapes and have short baggy sleeves. end description)

if I have a sense of what people would be more likely to purchase, I can build a more effective inventory. keeping in mind, of course, none of it would be cheap and the parasols would probably be the most expensive thing here. but maybe by next year or the year after that I could have enough inventory to get a booth at some local event and sell some things.

If I figure out the most cost efficient way to make art prints, maybe I can even do some cool fantasy illustrations like a nice print of some speculative evolution or some of the art from my own worldbuilding posts like the centaur deities or something. I'm genuinely kind of excited and motivated now! it's been so hard to figure out how I can earn a living without sacrificing all the time I put into my personal passions, or how to earn money from my passions without sacrificing the joy I get from making things. but maybe I actually can do it, if I just find the right venues.

also if you'd like to help me build my yarn stash so I can craft a large inventory of things to sell, please consider donating to my ko-fi page or paying me for a commission! I am also willing to do crochet commissions, I just don't have a specific info page for it right now.

[akkivee]

fight-o ichiro!!!!!!!!!!

[cutecats789]

Currently playing Tales of Vesperia, and was anyone gonna tell me that Rita is super gay for Estelle, or was I just supposed to find out myself?

[jasminesilk]

Just popping in to ask how we're all feeling about this grim reaper rewards thing:

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 16: say goodbye to filters @whumperless-whump-event

half-conscious / delirious / “you would never say that in your right mind…”

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Simon

whumpee: Archie

cw: drug mention in the sense of anesthesia post-op and also mention of vomit but it doesn't happen in the fic (let me know if i should tag anything)

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The woman at the front desk smiled warmly as Simon approached. “Hello dear, how can I help you?”

Simon had his fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter in a white knuckle grip, feeling his breath hitch softly.

“I need to see a patient,” He said quickly.

“Patient’s name?” The woman asked, tapping away at her keyboard.

“Archie-- Archer. Archer Schultz.”

The woman didn’t say anything for a beat, and Simon felt all the breath leave him at once.

“Is he.. he’s fine, right? His work called me. I got here as fast as I could, so he’s okay, right?” He stammered, fingers drumming against the cool tile of the counter.

Simon isn’t even sure why he said it, the words just sort of tumbled out in an anxiety-induced frenzy. He felt like there was a vice around his lungs-- like he couldn’t take in enough air.

He had been in class when Archie’s work called him. Of course, he immediately dropped everything to step out and answer. Simon was Archie’s emergency contact, so the call only really meant one thing. An emergency.

And an emergency it was. 

Apparently, Archie had gone into work that day looking like death, and only lasted about an hour before his co-worker found him on the bathroom floor, covered in vomit, and screaming-- yes, screaming in pain. An ambulance was quickly called, and he was taken to the hospital. That was as far as Simon knew.

And it was killing him.

Usually, whenever Archie was hurt, Simon was right there by his side, doing everything he could to help him. He knew how to take care of Archie like it was breathing. He knew the difference between a “that hurts!” grimace and a “that tickles!” grimace. He knew what flavor of gatorade Archie liked best, and that he was allergic to latex. The fact that such a serious situation happened while Simon wasn’t there to pick up the pieces was sending him into a full-blown panic.

“Ah yes, here he is. He was admitted about an hour ago, yes?”

“Yes.” Simon’s voice came out breathless.

“Well it says here that he was admitted for an emergency appendectomy. But.. hold on a minute.”

Simon quite literally felt like he was going to pass out then and there. He was scrutinizing this poor woman’s face for some kind of information.

“It looks here that the procedure went well! He’s recovering in a post-op room right now, the whole thing only took about half an hour,” She said cheerfully.

The relief that crashed over Simon was dizzying. It almost felt like his knees would buckle then and there, but he steeled himself.

“Can I go see him?” He breathed, drumming his fingers once again.

“Im sorry dear, only immediate family are allowed in post-operative care--”

“I am his family.” Simon’s voice came out harsher than he expected, and he felt a blush creep up on his ears. “I just mean.. I’m his emergency contact. He doesn’t have anyone else nearby.”

The woman adjusted her glasses on her nose and tapped away on her keyboard. “Name?”

“Simon Guevara.”

After a few more clicks, she met Simon with a smile.

“That was my mistake. Your name checks out. He’s in Room 2043 to the left.”

Simon muttered a quick thank you before taking off down the hallway as fast as his legs would take him. His heart was thumping in his chest in time with every step.

Eventually, he stopped in front of the door and took a moment to breathe deeply. He needed to get himself together-- for Archie.

He gently pushed the door open, and his heart clenched at the sigh before him.

Archie was propped up in a hospital bed, tubes sticking out of his arms and he looked adorably out of it, no doubt from all the pain meds they had him on. His hair was an absolute mess-- sticking up in every direction and seemingly defying gravity. 

The most concerning thing, though, were the tear tracks down his face.

“Archie,” Simon breathed, finally closing the distance between them. “I’m here..”

He reached up and cradled Archie’s face, using his other hand to smooth his blond curls.

“S-Simon..” He slurred, before his breath hitched and his face scrunched up and he.. began to bawl. Loudly.

Simon froze. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting from Archie flying high as a kite, but this somehow wasn’t it.

“Hey, hey.. shh.. what’s the matter?” Simon murmured, running his thumb over Archie’s cheek. “It’s alright.. I’m right here..”

A nurse walked in with some folded blankets and greeted Simon politely.

“You must be Simon?” She asked, setting the bundle of fabric on the table beside Archie’s bed.

Simon nodded, absent-mindedly threading a hand through Archie’s locks.

“He’s been asking for you since he woke up. He’s a real mess.” She said, amusement lacing her voice. “Hasn’t stopped crying either. He’s not a big fan of hospitals, is he?”

Simon shook his head and turned back to Archie, who was blinking sleepily and jolting every few seconds with barely-contained sobs. His heart shattered into a million pieces.

Once the nurse left, he stepped closer to the bed and pulled Archie to his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head, feeling protectiveness swirl in his chest.

“S’mon..” He hiccupped. “They took my stomach.. I’m.. n’ver gonna eat again!”

This sent Archie into another round of fitful sobs, and Simon into stifled laughter.

“They didn’t take your stomach, Archie. They took your appendix. You don’t need your appendix. You can still eat whatever you want,” He huffed, a smile playing on his lips.

Archie considered this.

“French fries…?” The words came out as a soft whimper.

“Yes, even french fries. I will treat you to all the french fries you want once you’re feeling better.”

This seemed to placate Archie for the time being. He simply nuzzled closer to Simon, clutching at his shirt and burying his face into his stomach. He let out a stuttering sigh and blinked against the drowsiness coursing through his veins.

“You’re so.. nice..” He whispered.

Simon felt his ears heat up as he continued rubbing wide circles on Archie bare back, courtesy of the scratchy hospital gown.

“M’so lucky..” Archie continued, lifting his groggy eyes up to meet Simon’s. “I was sc’red you weren’t gonna come..”

Simon frowned.

“I’ll always come, Archie. No matter what.”

At this, Archie's face crumpled once again and he pushed it back into the fabric of Simon’s sweater.

“L’ve you, Simon..” He mumbled, words muffled by the position.

Simon went beet-red. “..What?”

Archie lifted his face again and sniffled.

“I love you. You’re.. mmhg.. you’re so nice to me..” He slurred, blinking sleepily.

Simon wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. All at once, he realized how deeply he cared about Archie. All the feelings he felt for him were compacted into just one, small word. Simon suddenly understood that he loved Archie too.

But he could say nothing.

“Archie, you’d never say that in your right mind… it’s the drugs talking.”

Archie hummed in disagreement, shaking his head, but it was clear that he had had quite enough of being awake. He stifled a yawn and leaned heavily into Simon’s arms.

Simon gently lowered him back onto the pillows, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before settling into the chair next to the bed. He took Archie’s hand in his own.

Now, with only Archie’s soft, even breathing to fill the silence, Simon had a lot of feelings to work through. He sighed.

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[chiimeramanticore]

i had a great time at the hicksville grand reopening! extra thank you to everyone who said hi to me today, everyone there was so nice 💖 can't wait to visit this stage many, many, many more times in the future!

(also expect footage up on youtube soon 👀)

[intheticklecloset]

*pokes head around the corner* Heyo! 👋🏻 I’ve returned for another lemonade if that’s alright 💖

If possible, could I please get a blueberry (🫐) lemonade and ice cream (🍨) for Fire Force and our beloved Tamashinra? :3 (Tamashin? ShinTama?…Shinra and Tamaki anznannsns) if not that’s totally okay!

I hope your days going good friend! Love the event and all your prompts so far! 🥰🥰🥰

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

Shinra x Tamaki my beloved!! Rewatching Fire Force has made me ship them so much all over again! Thank you for the excuse to write a little fluffy drabble for them! 💖

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“Shinra?”

“Oh, h-hey Tamaki,” he stammered, looking flustered but smiling despite himself, thanks to his nerves. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay? You left pretty quickly back there.”

The company had been in the middle of enjoying some homemade ice cream that Maki had created when Shinra had suddenly yelped and jumped, causing the dishes on the table to shake precariously. Before Hinawa could scold him, he’d bowed and murmured an apology and gotten out of there like he was rushing to put an Infernal to rest.

“Oh…yeah…yeah.” Shinra sighed and leaned against the lockers in the hall, looking everywhere but at her. “It’s nothing.”

Tamaki frowned. Arthur had been sitting next to him at the table, and it wasn’t lost on her that right before Shinra had reacted, the blonde had shifted slightly toward him. “Did he hurt you? I’ll gladly kick his ass myself—”

“No,” Shinra said quickly, though his smile seemed more at ease now. “He didn’t. But…thanks, Tamaki.”

“Then what happened?” she insisted.

“Oh. I, uh…he just…I’m just…” Shinra stammered, finally scraping a hand down his face in resignation and muttering, “I’m pretty ticklish, and he…surprised me.”

Tamaki couldn’t help it. Her whole face lit up, and she grinned as Shinra’s eyes widened. “You are? Is that all? There’s no need to be embarrassed about that.”

“I…I know, but we were eating—”

“Can I see?” she asked, reaching as though to try it, but the next thing she knew she’d been spun around and pushed against the lockers herself, Shinra holding onto her wrists. He caught himself a moment later and retracted, then smirked and reached for her instead.

“Sorry, Tamaki,” he said as his fingers gently tickled her ribs and sides, making her shriek and giggle in place, pushing at him uselessly. “Maybe later.”

“Shihihihinra!” she squealed, gripping his arms to try and escape, biting back a louder yelp when he found her waistline. “Nohohohohoho! Plehehehehehease, I prohohohohomise I’ll leheheheheave you alone!”

The fire soldier stopped then, and after a few moments of catching her breath, Tamaki looked up and locked eyes with him, surprised to find him looking tenderly at her.

“I never said I want you to leave me alone,” he said softly.

Tamaki blinked in surprise, blushing. But she managed a smirk all the same. “Well, that’s good. Because I am going to tickle you at some point now that I know, Shinra.”

He chuckled. “Guess we’ll see how long I can outrun you, then.”

[synthshenanigans]

OMG YOURE IN BAND??? WHAT SO YOU PLA. Y

OH well its not like a BAND band [tho i wish i could]. Instead its marching band lol. Ive already graduated from high school so im just helping my sister since its her last year in band/high school.

BUUT I played the Alto Saxophone! Also did Trumpet & Mellophone for a bit. Now though usually play piano/keyboard at home. [Not amazing at it but I can play all of The Mind Electric & Battle Against a True Hero!]

[moonbreeze19]

alain for tsme week 2024

happy 10th anniversary to my fav pokemon episodes ever! have an alain for your day :D

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

I was really looking forward to the continuation of the Wille Sweater storyline, as well as the third installment of the Fish Trilogy. :(

[inloveanddepth]

love these guys

[firedragon1321]

I just remembered Kurata exists and I realized something.

This living turd-pile is the only human antagonist in the Digimon anime who is 100% genuinely evil beginning to end, without having any real motivation or the excuse of possession/control.

Ken was possessed by a Dark Spore, is still beating himself up over his actions

Oikawa was Myotismon’s puppet

Maki descends through several levels of crazy, but she’s understandable until she begs Tapirmon to remember her. She’s the only one on this list who comes close to Kurata’s level of pure evil madness- and he’s still more evil.

Evil Gennai is technically a digital construct, not a human. He's the same breed as regular Gennai.

Menoa was just trying to get Morphomon back- doesn’t excuse her actions, but she’s not E V I L. Still more sympathetic than Maki imo because she knew she fucked up in the end.

Yamaki and Hypnos swapped sides and helped the Tamers

Tommy’s bullies (not even real villains) realized they were being assholes and became his friends

Koichi was forced to become evil after that fall down the stairs, and that was fixed after a few episodes

Keenan turned good and assisted the main heroes

The Bio-Hybrids ended up lending their power to help defeat King Drasil, implying they turned good (though the epilogue implied Kouki is still a bit of an asshole)

I forget how villainous Nene was, but she and Christopher join Taiki

Ewan (dub name of Yuu) is Ken 2.0

Ryouma was controlled by Astamon, Airu worked with the heroes quite a few times, and Ren swaps sides despite not changing much personality-wise (thanks TVtropes- I’m not super familiar with YH)

Yuujin is technically a robot

Everyone on Ghost Game got controlled or possessed at least three times

DATS as an institution was always morally ambiguous to me. I found it odd that a Digimon’s only options if they just got lost in the Real World were to partner to a human (specifically from DATS) or get reverted to a DigiEgg. As a kid, it also bugged me how Keenan was treated until he swapped sides. But since they’re presented as “the good guys”- and Kurata is ten hundred times worse- I won’t count them for this.

Kurata is just here for Digimon genocide. No possession. No motive (except a thinly veiled excuse). Just Digimon death. He sucks. I love to hate him.

[vargaslovinghours]

Y’all are being subjected to my Sims 2 tests, so there

The other set of Vargases came over for a visit and Scriabin picked up Shmee and started talking to Scriabin through him. Very normal, very usual

I downloaded some circle-glasses recolours and hghghh they look so good! Closer every day to his final details! Getting ever closer!

Edgar too! I made him a custom hair with a lighter undercut - I’m mostly happy with it, probably could’ve shifted it a shade closer to his skintone but the texturing was weird no matter what :P And his stripey shirt! I wish Body Shop didn’t have that hands-on-hips pose lol, it looks so much better in-game, but that’s all the better :)

I got some new clothes for Todd as well! As soon as I saw this ‘fit I was like “Oh that’s 100% Todd there he is.” Scriadad hug ♥ So cute

Foot-dancing together stopp it’s so cute!!

The way he looks at them stoppp <3 <3 They kept doing this right up til they left for home haha, Todd’s giggles are the cutest

Used SimPE to save him to the Body Shop, I now have infinite copies of The Boyyyy ♪

Moved him in with his “parents” as just shadow people basically, they’re not gonna matter in a bit as long as I remember how to get the Social Worker/Adoption process to work properly. Get her Todd!!

Wanna play? :D

Menacing :(

Look, Todd, your new dads are here! Initially I wasn’t sure who I wanted to adopt him, got lots of options; the first passes, the married couple with their own Todd, Johnny?? He definitely doesn’t have the facilities for a child lol But these are the ones that showed up on their own, so the married Vargases are the winners!

Scriabin cares more about him than his actual parents ;; A stranger off the street shows him more care! Not that it’s a high watermark

Look at him being a good dad!

Weh, he just wants friends ;; Poor baby

Best timeline, thank you

While we wait for CPS, let’s get some other interactions in! Nny is mean so he tended to prank the other two with a nose flick - mostly Edgar lol ♪ Now kiss

“Oh please don’t break all my bones~ :3” I love Todd looking up at them haha <3

Pffft, I think he was talking about the other Scriabin and just how attractive he is. Classic Scriabin. Alternatively, also funny to imagine him bragging himself up about how he’s just so handsome that Edgar can’t help but love him hahaha ♪

Allow me to tickle you with my KNIFE! >:D

Get a load of this guy lol

He ended up passing out at one point - I forgot which motives make CPS show up >.> - and completely 0%’d his comfort, but for some reason stargazing increased it?? It’s the same ground wh

Is two not enough to satisfy your butterfly bloodlust child?? He ended up with three, I had him release them before he was picked up by the Social Worker - success!

He rolled a new Want as soon as Todd was taken away - “Wants to see Ghost of Todd” Woah, dark! :0

And here he is on the married Vargases’ lot!! Success!! I did it right!! Heck yeah! :D Unfortunately they were uh, indisposed at the time. Good job guys pft

Goes right for Shmee, he really is Todd <3