#It smelled like fruit

[irodimww]

live 1 am experience (in ART FORM)

it’s 12 am here’s some of my fuckign headcanosnsn before I eepy no neepy to eepsy

[clubpenguinquotes]

Rookie: GUESS WHO GOT SOME APPLE FLAVOURED SHAMPOO

Rookie: WAIT NO I MEANT SCENTED

Rookie: DON'T WORRY IT TASTES LIKE APPLES TOO

Rookie: i just threw up

[hellodolleyes]

I'm currently working on a little hobgoblin race based off of the lore of the scottish brownie. (And wholly inspired by my feral friend Soda xoxo)

They reach up to about 3 and a half feet tall and currently are the embodiment of the "I swallowed shampoo" meme but without the regret.

Lets just say that this race is a menace to smaller races, a nuisance to larger races, and absolute trolls to humans.

They are in the same world as the Bensu and Rae races I've made, and are the main reason why these two tiny races live within the human's world rather than in the hidden underground.

They have a hard enough time keeping their populations stable without these feral gremlins called the Nocsici (Nu-ze-chi) being a hindrance to their well being.

Current lore and information on the Nucsici bellow.

The Nucsici are a very carefree and reckless race of small humanoid creatures.

Their bodies take on an array of colors (due to something we'll get into later) and they don't appear to grow that much larger than 3.5 feet tall.

They have incredibly poofy and unkempt hair that covers their eyes more often than not.

Their wardrobes seem to consist of stitched together clothes they yoinked off of some poor saps clothes line; or more commonly, they have clothes made from animal hide.

Their arms are large in comparison to their body, most having an array of feathers trailing from their wrist and past their elbows. Their hands are large and donned with big claws made perfectly for tearing at the earth or climbing in the trees.

They have comparably smaller legs that are almost bird like in appearance but they end in something more akin to cloven hooves. Despite being small, these legs are powerful and can send them dashing at surprising speeds.

They have tails that aid in this agility, keeping them balanced as they dash through their environments with fluid ease. Whether it be running on the ground or leaping between trees.

They love to pull crazy stunts and pranks, and consider themselves apex predators.

This isn't entirely untrue, they are very fearsome omnivores who will eat just about anything with their jagged teeth. They are especially scary in groups despite their small size (think of them like the packs of African wild dogs, small but deadly in packs). They often take on creatures far larger than themselves, even stealing treasures from hoarding drakes and lyndwurms for their own shiny hoards.

Like the little gremlins they are, they love shiny objects and jewels. Their homes are usually full of strange collections.

Its safe to assume that the Nucsici are in fact, collectively crazy and reckless. But don't take this as them being dumb; they are incredibly crafty, and its this aspect that is feared the most about them by other more prominent races.

They do, however, have a natural predator in the form of giant horned carnivorous moles that infiltrate their expansive cave and burrow homes. The moles seem built specifically to hunt Nucsici, but can still be fended off after some pestering from feral warriors protecting their home and people.

A Nucsici's diet seems to mostly consist of rodents, foraged fruits, goods stolen from the kitchens of other races, and whatever they can get their clawed hands on.

What is most concerning to magic bearing races however, is the fact that the Nucsici love to eat magic. They can just gobble it up, and its even more effective if they have clear sight of a target.

This makes them a detriment to races even smaller than themselves. Lets say for example, a Bensu gets caught by a Nucsici. They don't have more than their levitation abilities but that's plenty enough to encourage a Nucsici to leave them drained of their energy. This feeding doesn't inherently kill the smaller more fragile races; but they are lucky if the hobgob doesn't decide to just eat them afterwards.

Its near impossible to fend them off with magic (the word magic being used loosely, its more like they sap the raw energy of any nonphysical ability their target posses, along with their physical strength as a side affect). The more explosive the energy the more inclined they are to devour it.

(Funnily enough, non-magic entities seem to be the safest from Nucsici.)

They seem to convert stolen magic into their own form of magic which they use in many ways from transcending worlds (mostly to mess with humans for fun) to even reproduction.

Nows the prime time to mention that the Nucsici are a completely genderless race, and the way they reproduce is unconventional.

Essentially, they make a potion which manifests an egg.

Known contents of the mixture consists of the following:

Water (or any fun drink they got their hands on)

The bones of any creature

A valuable object (preferably shiny)

Glucose (the amount appears to affect just how feral the gremlin will grow up to be)

And then the uniquely converted magic of the parent(s).

There is more to it than the basic list above but its not as if the Nucsici will share that info.

The potion results in the creation of a little jeweled egg that the parent(s) will guard fervently. Nocsici, despite their carefree nature, really care for their young.

The color of the jeweled egg and subsequent hatched offspring is determined by whatever shiny valuable was thrown into the mixture.

(The Nucsici hierarchy appears to consist of Nucsici made with the rarest of valuables, and the contents of said valuables appears to determine the full strength of the Nucsici too.)

Nucsici offspring are like little chicks with far fluffier bodies and arm feathers they haven't grown into, they even chirp like little birds.

Baby Nucsici can glide with their small bodies and large feathers. They use this to play or to escape sticky situations.

There is more I could say about my feral children, but I will leave it at that for now. If you have any questions about these lil hobgobs (or even my other races) feel free to leave an ask.

Until then

I'm eepy, nite nite

[wannabeeverything]

"Why yes, I, too, ocasionally partake in some unpromptu hedonism, how could you tell?"

I say, whilst sipping apple scented shampoo from a wine glass

[inkly-heart]

Can we perhaps have a random fact about Ville? :3

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[aweirdbugcreature]

Hello, in celebration of winning the Book Club's price in college and getting "The Book of Bill" as a gift. These are my favorite snippets translated in spanish (also Billford) (Also, some of these are probably the same in english, but they are the ones that made me go, "HUhhh????" the most)

First one is the cover, which can be translated to for adult readers or mature audiences (Somehow i feel like if i showed someone the cover they would think is like... suggestive content lmao)

"GET GATSBY'D, IDIOT!"

Lolipop: Logistics/masochism

My hole can be yours

Losing my sanity

Pig hard go shovel / ask crazy dora / go give raw hair / to say it hard / give fast star(?) / chime burly dollar. (The one on the left says "Burly dog tail" it says "di" instead of "de" but idk if is intentional or not)

Now the ones with Ford:

No, no. I took a look at his possible future's, and i laughed with joy. He was destined to do much more than that. And those hands... suddenly, everything made sense.

-Bill... ¿Can i call you that?

-You can call me anything except <<my love>>! Ha, ha! It's a joke! Everyone loves me!

-Can i call you <<braniac>>?

-You can call me anything except <<my love>>

Am i really going to destroy everything due to heartbreak? No, i won't GIVE HIM the pleasure!

Who else will make you feel like this? Admit it, you'd miss me. I'm your favorite mistake.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

I'll see if there's some changes in the codes, but i'll do that later cause i'm lazy lol.

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[ktkat99]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but if you've got a banana bread recipe you like, you don't need to put bananas in it.

So long as you keep the amount and consistency the same as two slightly over-ripened bananas, you can swap out the bananas with pretty much any fruit.

Like peaches.

[willowser]

after a long, fun morning at the beach, bakugou will sit down in the sand with your kiddo in his lap, all wrapped up in a big, fluffy towel, and they'll share a bunch of fresh fruit that's still cold from the little cooler you packed along with you 😌

[bongcipher]

gross man

[krampus-chai]

Vince Schneider, ballpoint pen. Rip my dark blue pen.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul Legacy would love picking berries with you in the summer. they don't really have same thing in Snezhnaya- yes, there are fruit that still thrive in the endless winter, but they're difficult to find and even worse to actually obtain. he's more used to ice fishing at all times of the year, so you're met with a curious chitter and head tilt when you ask Legacy if he wants to go pick some fruit with you. of course he still goes, the sun just beginning to set beneath the sea and the breeze warm and comforting. Legacy's wings begin to flutter when he sees the bushes and trees full of fruit, ripe sunsettias and apples and berries all around, happy chirps slipping from his fanged maw.

it's blessedly cool as the sun goes down, a relief from the warm temperatures of summer. fireflies begin to flicker on and off around the grass and trees, your baskets quickly filling with both you and Foul Legacy's hands at work- although you'll admit that more fruit is ending up in your mouth than in the baskets, and from the little trills and munches you're hearing, the same is true for Legacy. even after the berries are all neatly packed away you stay outside, sitting beside your Abyssal moth monster as he rolls around in the grass, a few lightning bugs perching in his lilac fluff. he lightly tugs you down to join him, a purr immediately starting in his chest as he looks up at you and gives you a slow, adoring blink.

you smile softly, pressing a berry against his maw, and his long tongue flicks as he playfully clacks his teeth together, giving your hand a few cheeky licks under the light of the rising moon.

[housewifebuck]

[frobby]

the blue exorcist perfumes are so wrong i have not once ever thought of citrus when thinking of rin okumura

[bisclavret]

i just think it's sooo interesting how every time someone needed to be the butt of a joke that subtly othered them within a group of masculine men or to get sensually pinned down and/or tied up or otherwise emasculated by a villain (almost always morgana which is also very telling) it was always closeted gay metaphor the titular merlin™️ or known arthurian bisexual g(a)waine. they really don't do homophobia like that anymore these days. which is probably for the best but when you add everything up it sure does paint an interesting picture of transgressive masculinity (and femininity in morgana's case)

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Okay I completely understand why Sisyphus' boulder is usually portrayed as a sphere (it needs to roll, it makes for a good picture, rock n roll puns) but personally if I was designing a torture, I wouldn't give him a nice little ramp and a ball to push up with, I'd make the most geometrically frustrating rock in existence and make him push it up an uneven gravel laden slope surface by surface.

To demonstrate with stock photos (ignore the suits, apparently corporations find metaphors for the agony of a pointless futile task appropriate for their workers)

Perfectly round, nice even slope. Sure, it'll be difficult, but it'll be predictable. The agony of a repeated predictable task is a classic for a reason, but I feel we could go a bit further.

Now THAT'S a picture of frustration. That's constantly fiddling with an uneven stone to make sure it doesn't roll back down, the uneven slope, probably graveling to make your footing more slippery and uncertain. With the other you would probably need magic to make it roll back down but this? There will always be a misstep, and oddly shaped stone, a slippery surface that catches in a different way from last time and sends you back to square one. Maybe some days, very rarely, you get it halfway up. Maybe very, very, very rarely you'll get 3/4ths. Each trip provides a new way to give you hope and dash it, a new obstacle to try and fail to conquer. Plus, it gives enrichment to the Furies whipping you!

As always, I am not saying the norm is bad, just...offering a new point of view.