#I'M SO SORRY I'M A SNAIL

[wolfram-but-art]

If we take that Engineers cord tail wags when happy, does it mean it will also wag when Dell is hugged/tickled or cuddled? :3

~🐌

absolutely!!!!

there's a whole diaghram on tail emotions on my blog in the engineer tag somewhere, but it's old an crusty so i aint looking for it

but he 100% does wag his tail. i'd imagine if he's more relaxed (ex. cuddling) it acts more like a cat's tail where it moves gently and slowly

when he's excited it would act more energetic like a dog's tail

generally wags whenever he's content, more excitement = more tail movement

[insomnya777]

MY JOEL STICKER ARRIVED YAYAYAYYAYSYAYAYY

[salarymanwaka]

Jamais Vu : Life on Mars Astronaut Yoo Joonghyuk (38) washes up on the shore of an unknown planet where he meets an unknown lifeform impersonating his dead lover.

script (sample) twitter art/lore compilation

cover picture for a sci-fi romance manga I've been working on!

[aurorangen]

I've decided to end the backstory there! I mainly wanted to tell Vincent's child/teen years by highlighting the key events in a story. It's a happy, but heartbreaking ending that leaves you wondering all sorts. Thank you everyone who has followed along! I understand story and wordy stuff isn't for everyone and how people generally favour gameplay posts over lots of words/dialogue in a legacy. Vincent's backstory is something I've set my mind to completing and I'm proud of doing that. I have a newfound confidence in my storytelling and writing abilities and it's all thanks to you guys ❤️

Also how do you like my poem??? 🤭 I made the text underneath match the pictures but it can be read on its own. Honestly, I was writing this as I went and somehow it flows nicely 🤭 It's referring to Vincent's life with pain, coming, living with it, going away, etc

...

It was all a facade And I didn't know that We were just like any other family I remember it all so clearly Meeting new friends Making new memories But why does pain always come in the end?

I keep thinking back to those times When the good things come from the bad I saw all the signs When he was playing with our minds Staying strong was just so hard Even when the good people came For how long will I have to live with this pain?

There are some things we will remember For the rest of our lives Like my first love that September All its flashbacks start when I close my eyes No longer was I going to hide From all the events of those days Still, will this pain ever go away?

It was us against the world then Nothing was going to stop me Seeing my best friends again They say everything happens for a reason That I can take control of my decisions And make myself feel understood So is this pain finally gone for good?

And what if this pain comes back again?

...

[fanaticsnail]

Pertaining to Sapsorrow, will we ever get to see the sun dress *ahem* in action?

The moon must rise before the sun shines above the horizon.

The next chapter of Sapsorrow is the dance of courtship between Mihawk and his governess, courtesy of the Clown adhering to the traditions of Kuraigana. Mihawk never got the opportunity to woo his bride, and now he must in order to win her favour. Thanks, Clown.

The following chapter will be the tying and untying of the sensual sundress: tied by a blindfolded Benn Beckman, and hopefully untied by Mihawk - if there's no complications that has him losing all composure and cut the damn thing off.

But rest assured, dear anon. More is to come for this tale.

(I have been swamped a little in my personal life, and I want to make sure it's perfect before posting! It is coming, I promise 🖤)

[harveyspecterx]

this is the hottest gifset ™️

[timmie15]

Most normal Freud behavior on the annual Vespers meeting

based on this meme as a joke on discord

their designs by @beth4short-blog

[bobcat-pie]

OK so I was reading up on cloning in Star Wars and found out that:

the idea of "Palpatine's clone-based gambit for immortality" has been around LOOONG before the shit writing of the new trilogy, it's just that it was in the noncanon Legends continuity.

his clone vessels suck shit and age super fast and he can't make them stop aging super fast. This is because cloning "breaks the natural chain of life" or some shit, so his vessels have zero defense against the ravages of the dark side.

But like, what is the functional difference between birth from an artificial womb and birth from an organic one?

Well. The microbiome doesn't get established quick enough.

It's possible that the millions of living microscopic organs in everyone's bodies may play some part in shielding the body from the adverse health effects of the dark side. This is a shield that newborn clones would lack, since they couldn't inherit the microbiome their parent passed down to them.

But noooo, ol' Palpatine just HAS to throw force lightning around or psychically manipulate his underlings or something 0.1 seconds after he's decanted, thereby busting his telomeres clean off his chromosomes! Noooo, he CAN'T cannonball into a vat of probiotic yogurt first!

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Cracked Armor (Short) (Extended War Timeline)

(A/N: This devolved into Saphira and Glen quietly squeeing to each other while Eragon and Arya have a camaraderie moment completely oblivious to the possible deeper meaning of Eragon being so understanding of Arya's connection to Fäolin and Arya being so touched by it. It started out as a touching piece where Arya feels vulnerable about Fäolin and Eragon is, as said before, very understanding of it, but I had to run an errand in the middle and we ended up with this badly toned, no one is consistent with previous characterization slop. So take it with a grain of salt.

Also, if you ask Arya if she's superstitious, she'll say no. However, she finds many things the Varden soldiers do to honor their fallen friends a good way to respect the memory of the dead, so she follows some of their traditions. She also wears Fäolin's dogtags on her belt, muffled by magic ofc so they don't jangle around.)

CRACKED ARMOR

Glen looked over when Arya let out a soft curse. “Ah, damn it all.” The familiar sound of an armor release clip clicked into the still dust laden air as the younger elf undid the fastenings at her right forearm. “Fucking Wardbreakers. I can’t fix this out here.” 

The dismay in her tone was enough that Glen leaned over his battlemate’s shoulder to take a look at the damage. The bracer was dented in significantly, enough that a dark bruise was already blossoming up on Arya’s forearm as she lifted the sleeve of her combat suit to check for any bleeding. Cracks shot out from the divot in the mix of spidersilk and aramid weave, all the way down to the interior layers. The thin sheaf of spongy aerated gel peeked through in places, a shimmering, foamy white among blued steel and matte black.

Mentally mapping out the angle of impact, Glenwing racked his brain. He was sure at some point he had–

“Ah!” The medic looked down. A blob of malformed metal was embedded in the abdominal region of his own armor plates. “Was wondering where that ricochet came from.” 

“Are you alright?” That she had asked him was telling, at least in their odd little language. The round must have stung on impact, enough that she was worried it had not slowed enough to prevent him from being harmed. He would have to look at her arm, but for now he was pleased she was moving it without any wincing or restricted range of motion. 

Having made his own assessment, Glen waved away Arya’s increasingly troubled frown. “Barely felt it. Looks like your armor’s the most damaged of all of us.”

Frown eased, the disappointed air returned to Arya’s face. “Yeah. Better the armor than any of us, but…” She trailed off, fingers tracing the damage. 

“You two okay?” Eragon was tugging off his helmet as he approached. He had caught the concern in the voices of his companions and, leaving Saphira in Blödhgarm’s capable hands to finish up the final nicks and scrapes, went to investigate. “Sounds a bit depressed over here.”

Arya held up the damaged bracer. “We took a casualty.” Eragon took the armor piece and let out a low whistle. “Don’t know who the hell fired it, but it was definitely a Wardbreaker.” Her expression soured further, eyes oddly soft despite the obvious annoyance. “I can’t repair it out here. Rhunön’s the only one who can fix something this broken, and who knows when we’ll go back.” 

Eragon passed the bracer back. “You have spares, don’t you?”

The elf shrugged. “For this one in particular, yeah. I guess it’s lucky in that regard.” 

“Oh.” Glen’s voice was muffled as he slid his chestpiece over his head. Once free he gave his currently wild silver mane a good shake to clear his eyes and tilted his head in condolences. “It’s that one.” 

At Eragon’s raised eyebrow, Arya rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s…a good luck charm. It’s not my original bracer.” Glen rolled his eyes and not-too-subtly kicked the side of his battlemate’s foot. “Fine! Fine. It’s Fäolin’s.” An unexpected blush met Eragon’s gaze when he flicked his eyes from the damaged armor back to Arya’s face. “Some…old tradition a buddy of mine taught me. Even if our dead stay dead, they can protect us in a way. I might have taken that literally.” 

To the elf’s surprise, Eragon was smiling at her when she finally looked up. A genuine, gentle smile that lit his face. Shit, why did he suddenly look so much like Fäolin in that moment? Not really, not his appearance, but the feeling he was giving off, that warmth? 

“That’s a wonderful idea.” The Rider touched Arya’s shoulder. “I know I’m not much on the whole repair side of things, but if Rhunön made it, then perhaps her spells from forging Bris–my sword. From forging it could help?” 

Glen didn’t move. This was a moment. Don’t breathe, don’t move, let them have it. He could feel Saphira’s mind hovering at the edge of his, questioning, and he let her in to explain and show what exactly was going on. The pleased amusement that radiated into his thoughts echoed his own, though far less tense in anticipation. 

…These two dorks were fast becoming a fascination for the dragon and medic alike.

“Thank you.” Arya’s hand covered Eragon’s at her shoulder, genuine appreciation thickening her words with emotion. “That…that you offered means a lot. But Rhunön’s armor spells are different from her weapon spells.” 

Ah! Glen could see another hint of blush on both of them now. He shared his internal excitement with Saphira. The equivalent of a draconic high five buffeted his mental form in equal elation.  

“I see. Well, if you do want some help with it, just let me or Saphira know.” Eragon shifted his grip and gave Arya’s hand a quick squeeze before pulling back. “I think Rhunön did pack me some aramid repair tape when she was going through Saphira’s saddlebags. Would that help?”

“Immensely. Thank you!” The gentle squeeze was returned and just like that, the two separated. 

Glen hastily busied himself with unlatching the hidden clasps at his left bicep, a grunt of dismissal all Eragon got for a goodbye. The difficulty wasn’t entirely false, the armor never having been altered to fit over his prosthetic properly, and it provided the perfect cover to hide his smile.

A bit too tight still. Damn it. Okay, now he actually couldn’t–

“Oh, come here.” Arya reached up and seized a handful of his combat suit, giving the stretchy material a firm yank. Glen hit his knees with a whuff of surprise, eye to eye with his friend and giving her a sheepish grin. “If I get you out of this without taking your arm off, then will you tell me what the hell that weird look you were giving me and Eragon was?”

“What look?” He may have sounded the picture of innocence, but the open handed cuff to the side of his head made clear that his face was betraying him yet again. “It was nothing! I just hadn’t realized that you and Eragon had talked so much about Fäolin.” 

Arya rolled her eyes and, with practiced ease, teased the stubborn clip open with a satisfying clatter. “Uh huh. You looked like you had eaten some fermented mango again.” 

“I did not!” A teasing smile had started at the edge of Arya’s lips, her fingers finding the next clasp in the system out of pure habit. At the positive sign Glen lowered his voice. “Okay. I really didn’t know how you two were getting along. Neither of you mention it, but the Bloodoath is almost two years past now. You both seem…better. Even better than before.” 

A softness flitted across his battlemate’s eyes as she lifted away the medic’s bracer. “He’s really grown up. Saphira too. They’ve both matured a lot.”

“Yeah.” 

The silence between them grew until Arya had finally shimmied the armored glove off Glen’s prosthetic. She regarded the final piece with a thoughtful look before turning back to her bestest of friends and, as gently as gently got with Arya, whapped him on the side of the head with it. 

“Stop being so weird about me and Eragon, weirdo! We’re friends! Stop making it weird!”

[mightyjemma]

we could start a war (or we could live in peace)

Some nights Chris cannot sleep.

(he wakes up coughing then, the pressure of a boot on his ribcage, ash in the air and in his lungs and hair. the feeling of fire too close to his skin, on his skin, burning flesh until the pain stops and all nerve endings are dead.

it isn't real. but it feels real. it was real, in another life.)

(charmed 1998, chris halliwell centric)

[fivewholeminutes]

Hey the guys are going around. Bringing warm beverages and love. Because you’re amazing. 🫶

I received it, got very emotional about 'you snailed it' and promptly forgor about posting an actual response to this 🥺🥺 i'm sorry and thank you, love, for such an amazing ask. I will keep 'you snailed it' in my brain forever 🥺💖

[vesperaink]

test snail be upon ye

[redinthesea]

Would you guys still love me if I posted One Piece fanart.

[abbeyofcyn]

Meme potential

Inspired by my exact reaction whenever I accidentally step on a snail.

[iite-cool]

simon feels so bad when he accidentally steps on a snail that he goes non verbal and will silently wallow in guilt over ending an undeserving life send tweet

[vegetablewithapencil49]

THESE ARE 4 FACTS ABOUT MY SQUID DESIGN!!!

In some random crappost-like art style to hammer in the fact that I had lots of fun while designing his body.

Yes, the facts featured in this crappost about my fan-made Squid design are legitimate, does that make it better for you guys?