#I thought it was neat

[thelostcameron]

I have decided to start a chain. Reblog and put your comfort/relatable character (and a reasoning if you desire). And hope people have fun with this! I'll start,

Friends who I am tagging because why not, they may be interested: @bylerr-swift @bumblebeezstuffz

Edit: I forgot to mention, but multiple are allowed. The more the merrier, GO NUTS PEOPLE!

[wolfy1298]

Little did I know that I’d change career goals

[quibbs126]

So I’ve learned that apparently Witch’s Castle is also gonna have exclusive Cookies, and that some of them got leaked

I’ll put them under the (I forgot what the thing’s called momentarily)

So we got, in order, First Cream, Marble Danish, Sachertorte, Witchberry, and Radish

I think they’re all pretty neat designs, though personally I think I like Sachertorte’s the least. Nothing inherently wrong with it, just not for me personally. And then I’d say First Cream and Radish are my favorites

I really hope that First Cream is a Legendary though, I really like her design and she seems like she fits the “simple yet effective” design philosophy I crave so much with Legendaries and other premium tier Cookies. Her design may look a bit complicated here but that design also looks much more like a Gacha pull sprite and I think a lot of the detail comes from the shading

Also I like how all these new games are getting exclusive Cookies, I just think that’s neat. Does it mean I have to download each one of them? Yes but I’m fine with that, I can delete the other games I never play

Also this is the Tweet where I found these guys btw

https://x.com/koffeebeecookie/status/1756064131298296154?s=20

[kovacs-of-courage]

Nesting Fears

I made this fic based off my dear friend @yys002's art! Check out her blog(the art below is hers)

He was walking in a dream, fading memories echoing around his lucid consciousness. 

There were voices around every corner, whispers of his loved ones, honeycomb promises behind unending walls. He was trapped in the manor, wandering up and down its lonely halls.

Dick tried to enjoy the experience, a sleep beyond nightmares was rare for him, if he remembered it at all. Life had thrown him too many dangers to rest softly, though he’d come to terms with that reality long ago. He was too proud of his life; what with the people he’d helped, the lives he’d saved, the friends met.

He missed his parents more than the world, but if they were forever doomed to die—-there was nowhere else Dick would rather be. Being Robin honored their memory in a way that doing circus tours for the rest of his life never could, to turn his tragedy into a force for good--Dick knew they’d approve.

So why did he feel so uncertain? Why was he so afraid?

Dick put his hand on the shadowed wall, his fingers flat against the ancient timber. A sigh of passive exasperation left his incorporeal form, the strain of his worries weighing harder on the young vigilante than any physical hardship. The manor had contorted a direction through his memories, winding corridors of past glories and future anxieties.

It’d taken him through miles of it, or so Dick assumed. Dreams tended to play fast and loose with reality, the forest infinitely more important than the trees. Dick just wished he’d wake up already, but it seemed that wasn’t what his subconscious had in mind.

The room shifted around him, a blurring mass of colors and whirring sounds that passed as soon as it arrived. Dick didn’t feel alerted by this special change like he would in the real world, staying in a plain state of confused discomfort.

He recognized the room he’d landed in immediately, foreboding sinking into his chest like poisonous worry. Cautious in his step, he approached the lone statue-head in the center of the rectangular room--more fit to be a windowed coffin than a place for the living.

The marble carved features of Thomas Wayne stared back at him, set on a similarly expensive pillar-- confirming Dick’s worst suspicions.

This was Bruce’s study.

There was history to the room, an importance that lent it a weight closer to crime alley than simply a place where the Wayne family liked to read. Bruce had told Dick close to everything there was to know about his mission, about Batman, including where he’d originally gotten the inspiration for it.

Dick looked back to the head of Thomas Wayne, the stone where his pupils should be staring daggers into his being. Righteous judgment radiated off it like smoke from an SOS flare, a wordless indignation towards Dick being in his presence.

“I don’t know what you want from me, I don’t even know why I’m here,” Dick said, disregarding the insanity of choosing to talk to a lifeless statue. He chose to not look it in the eyes, opening the curtains to observe the rolling greens of the Wayne estate.

Dick tried to enjoy the view, his mind’s admittedly imperfect recollection of his childhood home, as the imaginary sun slowly rose on the distant horizon. He closed his eyes, grasping at some sense of peace in the half nightmare around him.

“You know exactly why you’re here, boy.”

Gone as soon as it came, the silence overtaking the room shattered, the rumbling baritone of a voice unknown acting like a sledgehammer thrown across softened glass. It’d caught Dick off guard at first; as deep and guttural as trigon, the avalanche-like vibrations of each enunciated word a death sentence in its own right.

He looked to his left; at the only thing he could imagine as the source of the noise. 

The Statue spoke again, it’s stoic expression unmoving, it’s lips motionless: 

“Bruce should have never let you join his crusade, a child has no place in war.”

Dick gritted his teeth, aggravation flaring like hot fire within him, figment of his imagination or not--hearing the same tired spiel of Bruce’s boneheaded arguments made him want to scream.

“Oh put a sock in it, rock pile,” Dick said, looking the statue dead-on, “If you can’t even come up with your own points, then there’s nothing you can say that’ll change my mind.”

A laugh roared through the air, it’s intensity like an earthquake to a withered coffin; shaking the room so violently as to carve gaps in the floorboards and throw books from their shelves.

Dick struggled to stay afoot, his trained grace doing little in the fantasy of the dream. 

“And yet you argue with me still!” The Statue laughed, “I’m not here to convince you of anything, little bird--only to remind you of a truth you so pathetically avoid.”

The condescending tone clicked all the wrong buttons for Dick, draining his vast well of patience to an exceedingly shrinking pool of agitation. He wanted to be as far away from the manor as possible. He’d prefer the worst patrols in Gotham, the deadliest missions with the titans, at least then he’d be doing something productive.

Not this.

“And what truth is that, oh hallowed prophet?” Dick leered, sarcasm etching his sentence’s end, “Go on, what cold truth do I need repeated? What wise wisdom of the batman have I forgotten? Is the eighteen-year-old apprentice still too young to be taken seriously?

The Statue remained impassive at the surface, betraying the hostility it so flagrantly spoke with, “Quite the opposite in fact. You are an apprentice in name alone, what use does Bruce have for a student he cannot teach, nor listens to his orders?”

It pained Dick to admit, but the statue, whatever part of his mind it represented, was right. Bruce and him didn’t need one another anymore, and that was a knife to his heart that kept on twisting. He was quiet for a tense few seconds, his fists balled and breathing slow.

“Batman and Robin are partners, we’re a team...he knows that,” Dick muttered, his hot anger turned to frigid vulnerability.

He waited for a response, the risen moon beaming through the glass, shining bright his open fear.

“Nothing lasts forever, even the brightest stars fade,” The Statue said, “Bruce knows this more than anyone, as should you.”

Dick tilted his head, disbelief plastered across his face, “We don’t just lay down and accept it! Bruce calling us quits isn’t gonna stop me from helping people. I’m not a kid anymore, I can make my own decisions.”

“I find that hard to believe, boy wonder, when you spend so much of your time tracing his footsteps,” The Statue said, holding it’s views like a scalpel to Dick’s life, “Robin is no more his own hero then when you were eight years old, or leading a team of second-rate sidekicks that pales in comparison to what your mentor helped create.”

The insult at the Titans salted the already bleeding wound, Dick’s emotions bubbled to a chaotic boiling point--no one hit his friends without going through him first.

“Keep the Titans out of this, or I’ll kick you off that pillar myself! We’ve earned our place, time and time again,” Dick said, his volume nearing a yell.

The statue didn’t waver, if it was bothered by Dick’s threat--it hid that fact well.

“Your defensiveness merely emphasizes my point,” The Statue explained. 

Dick’s squinted his eyes, his stance tense and rigid. 

The Statue continued to elaborate, dispassionate as always, “What is the tale of a squire without their knight? What is a son who never surpasses the father? You must grow beyond these trappings of youth, not retreat within them.” 

“Robin is my creation though,” Dick stressed, motioning his palms to his chest, “It’s the last thing I have of my parents, of my history...Who am I without it?”

The question elicited a hum of laughter from the statue, baritone and rebounding, though without malice, for once. Dick’s cheeks flushed red, embarrassment at his open vulnerability like salt on a bleeding wound.

“Am I to hear that the Flying Grayson is afraid to take a leap of faith? Is it not defiance of fear that creates the heroics you so revel in?”

Dick sheepishly rubbed his arm, “Well when you say it like that, it sounds stupid.”

“The path you walk, you’ve known it’s course for far longer than your visit here,” The statue said, “The confusion you face in regards to the future is temporary, if you still have the bravery to persist.”

“Then what is this conversation supposed to be?” Dick asked. “My subconscious motivating me to keep going?”

The Statue said plainly it’s clarification, “Close, but no cigar. That moment will come in a short while; any moment now, actually.”

Dick shook his head, puzzled and uneased, “And what that’s supposed to be?”

“A taste of skies yet flown. You’ll see.”

Before Dick had the chance of questioning the statue’s cryptic answer, an invisible force had thrown him on his back; the shrill cry of a beast sounding life or death danger in his pained eardrums.

He struggled to regain his composure, his heart-rate jumping to his throat as he watched spider webbing cracks infect the floorboards; the noise of the unknown beast quickly reducing the room to literal splinters.

The dream was quickly becoming a nightmare, that much was plain to see. Dick swallowed the lump in his throat, the primal fear heightened by the reality around him coursing shivers from head to toe. He pushed past it, the courage of all his years dancing away from death’s grip reminding him of his true strength.

Dick pulled himself to his feet, gritting his teeth in concentration. Real or not; He’d never turn tail from danger, nor the future. The view from the window pane had brightened to an immeasurable degree, a near blinding wall of sunlight swallowing the space that the manor’s land had formerly occupied.

Another cry broke the air, just as earsplitting and hope-stopping as the last, but this time Dick could see the source...and it was flying right at him.

The creature was monstrous, an ever changing avian patchwork of leather-stitched sinew and brown and gray feathers. The details to its appearances were like a mirage, changing at the slightest glance, blending into a variety of patterns in the seconds of it’s current flight path.

Dick watched the bird in amazement, aware of the danger it presented and finding himself unable to move; completely mesmerized and terrified in equal measure. It molted it’s feathers to new patterns in ways that made Dick want to jump out the window and join it.

It roared again, it’s callous beak now a rallying cry for a cause that Dick felt deep in his heart. He blinked and it’s coat had darkened from the humble colors of the robin; the kiss of a midnight river drenching it’s dozen foot wide wingspan, adorning sleek slings of golden pride on it’s chest. 

There was beauty in the change, the transformations from one mode to another. For every reinvention there was horror lost, a terror thrown aside. Dick couldn’t help but admire that, envy it’s adaptation to something more.

Dick blinked again, the large talons of the bird mere inches away from the fragile glass. 

It’d changed once more, molting it’s dreamlike austerity to streamlined nobility. Darkness drenched it’s form, the touch of the space holding stars; yet it did not consume it. There was light in it’s eyes, grandness in it’s purpose, freedom in it’s flight--Dick looked into the brilliant sapphire streaking it’s breast and found hope, not despair.

He found a symbol he could believe in, a soul that longed to soar as much as his own.

Dick had found something more valuable than anything in the skies and wonders above.

As the glass shattered, and the bird’s mighty talons embraced him--Dick understood what it was.

And he was never letting go.

[pastelpixel1987]

This sensory toy I have has similar colours to the aroace flag

[hb-not-the-pencil]

Originally made for my portfolio, then made it for my desktop backround, now i decided its made for my blog.

(or maybe all three at the same time)

[lurkinggreenphantom]

A Couple Of Bosses On Smoko

[lisanamjoon]

is tumblr not doing the year in review thing this year :(

[beevean]

Body swap trope?

(do you prefer when the voices stay the same or when the voices are swapped too?)

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

The voices absolutely have to match the body. I loved The Meteor from Sonic Boom precisely because half of the fun was hearing Roger and Mike imitating each other 😂

It's another broad trope, but if used well, it has lots of potential. I'd rather avoid the cringe humor of awkwardly trying to pretend to be the other person (at least, avoid focusing on it too much) (and ofc the cliché "oh no i have to go to the bathroom and see the other person's genitals!!" yeah i get it that it has to happen eventually just gloss over it), but it's also such a violently intimate way of getting to know each other!

Don't know how to feel about the idea of fucking in this situation, though. Personally I think I'd die 😂

[twicethetrouble]

Fun fact!

The first sims family (sims 3) i ever played was a young married couple ocs of mine. in their story, they were the parents of my Main Character OC and both died while MC OC was very young. So i made them in the sims, gave them a house, and let them live the life they never got in my story. (i cried when they died of old age some time later)

They had 4 kids, a boy and three girls.

(I played this family for 5 generations and still have a written out family tree from it. I can't remember why i stopped playing that save, it might have been lost on an old xbox or something.)

ANYWAYS!

New fun fact!

I recently remade this couple in sims 4 for nostalgia. I gave them a run down little farm house and let them go. (He's a teacher and she became a spy lol)

now here's the funny part.

They also have 4 kids. a boy and 3 girls. In the same order they had in the first save.

I did not plan this. the only manipulating i did was insure the second was a girl through strawberries (i needed one to name after the MC OC). They just so happened to have the same children in the same order (just with different names b/c i didn't look up the other 3 kids names until just now and i'm not changing that.)

so apparently this couple is just destined to have 4 kids had they had the chance. (i should probably rework their story a bit though. Since that would mean my MC OC has an older brother out there somewhere lol)

[fandomdaydreamer]

Hey Joel fic writers, I just learned you can make coffee from dandelion roots. Nice little detail if anyone cares. Imagine reader making it for him and he's still all grumpy bc it can't taste the same but he appreciates it and warms up to them over coffee and maybe dandelion honey?

[kat-z-edition-art]

Rocky X Gurren Laggan

[quibbs126]

Here’s something relating to the theory I made earlier today

I suggested the idea that the sword came to life and is coming after Dark Choco, basically the idea I had here was that the thing just sneaks up on him and basically forcibly puts the armor on him, and that combined with the power of the Strawberry Jam Sword gives him his Sovereign of Darkness look

Okay the idea isn’t entirely fleshed out, but you get what I’m saying here

I feel like I should have made the armor look more eerie than literally just some floating armor, but I can save that for the proper drawing of it. Right now I just had a funny idea of it just creeping up on him. Or potentially (and probably the more likely scenario) you could have it be that you see this thing (but maybe it’s hiding its true nature and pretending to be a regular Cookie) sometime before, and then we meet Dark Choco Cookie again and we have our confrontation with him and how he’s changed and everything seems good, until the armor shows back up and out of nowhere captures him and turns him into the Sovereign, likely right before our heroes’ eyes (and if you want it to be really angsty, Dark Cacao is here and the two were talking and starting to make things up between them, only for this to happen)

But I wanted the funny scenario so here you go. Dark Choco being blissfully unaware that he’s gonna get sent back into the horrors

Anyways yeah. My thoughts are all over the place right now and I don’t know how to articulate them

[ldranzer]

映画が好きだった

[thehylianidiot]

Wound across something neat in folklore research.

Apparently there's a creature known as a Salamander that's closely associated with an affinity to fire. Sometimes depicted as both creating and putting out flames.

And, while I'm not finding enough sources too back this up beyond the first website that led me down this rabbit hole, can be arguably associated with fairies.

Me thinks me may have found the origins of Natsu's nickname, because this sounds like one biiiiiiiiigggg coincidence otherwise.

Hilariously enough, now I just keep thinking of the fire spirit from Frozen II as well.

So what does a ice-themed Disney sequel and the main protagonist from a Shonen anime have in common? Fire lizards apparently.

[paint-the-clouds-with-sunshine]