#MadeUps

[notdysfunk]

Prompt 8 : Bedtime stories :D

[maxz-b]

hey hey this is part 5 out of ???

[arolegos]

morrotober!!! october... mor like... hawktuahber!!!!! 😂😂😂🤣

[hellonerf]

be honest with him about his constant mental shit and the nature of his being and he calls you useless

[casually-salad]

discord comic!!!!! i wanted to explain how hes involved/uninvolved because im not just gonna write him out.

as for motives, this is season 2 discord, so this is mostly selfish (( i mean.. he didnt even go check on everyone )) but once confirming he can get all the elements of harmony, and wait for celestia to croak from the virus, he plans on retaking his throne, maybe with fluttershy as a pet... he does have a soft spot for her after all.

text is now in image ID

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[d0d0-b0i]

it really feels strange that you can just straight up not do things if you choose to. went home instead of going to a class and the gods didnt strike me down for my negligence. what the hell?

[gomacave]

Draw req..... seph braiding her hair like aeriths.......

(she has too much hair to put in one braid) what a good request my god anyways. time to feel unwell about sephagain.

THANKS 4 DA ASK!

[sxnbleachedfliez]

i need ty to be a morally grey character in twp

[chemtrailactivist]

since mikailas art is a hot topic now I don’t think we should ever forget this

IMAGINE DRAWING YOUR WIFES SISTER AND RAPE SURVIVOR AS THAT CHICK FROM THE INCEST GAME

FUCK EVEN IF WE TAKE LILYS SIDE OF THE STORY IMAGINE DRAWING YOUR WIFES RAPIST AS THAT CHICK FROM THE INSEST GAME IN THE THUMBNAIL OF A VIDEO DEFENDING HER, WHAT

[addicted2wasps]

I rediscovered this very OLD drawing I did back in 2007!!!! Fire-breathing fireflies, what a pun, how original..... (sarcasm). I can't remember what inspired me to draw this, but I guess it's cool taking the occasional trip down memory lane. In all seriousness, I do like this drawing a lot. 15 year old me was so proud of it at the time.

[mellotronmkll]

Can't stop writing songs that I literally can't perform or show anyone because they'll be concerned about me and or think I'm a massive freak

[sonknuxadow]

people who have actually read fleetway sonic or just know what fleetway super sonic is actually like in canon literally suffer more than jesus because wehave to see like 90 percent of the sonic fandom just be extremely wrong about him all the time to the point where theyre talking about a completely different character that they gave that guys design to for no reason and this sort of thing makes up a massive chunk of fan content involving him and the cycle continues forever because people get their info on the character from said fan content instead of the actual comics

[ottermatopoeia]

Ummmm thank you for the confidence boost but why does that bath pic have over 1k notes 😳

[tendertenebrosity]

Part one

When I was a child, before the civil war, my tutor told me stories if I was good at my lessons. There was one about a tanial, or something very like it. A river maiden who sang and cried so beautifully that the soldier who’d taken her shining silver cloak from the riverbank was compelled to give it back to her.

Evidently not all shape-turners have that quality, though, because by the time we had hiked to the nearest port and booked passage to the Southern Continent, I was heartily sick of our taniel’s tears.

No amount of reasoning or comfort from me or from Aspen, who he’d previously been on the best terms with, helped. He spent the days in sullen silence, and more than once I felt his eyes boring into my back, only to turn around and find him glaring at the ground, that glossy black hair that always looked faintly wet falling all over his face.

Once we were about the ship, though, he stopped glaring at me and spent most of his time lying about in human shape and pitiful poses, retching miserably. The ship was shabby but respectable, and the captain had accepted my false name and hastily-constructed story of business interests in the South without a problem.

On the fourth day of the voyage, the mate took me aside. He was a man in his fifties with a lopsided frown and weathered hands covered in tiny scars. “My lord,” he said cautiously. “How… much do you know about your servant? The sick one. Has he been with you long?”

“Tani? Oh, about six months,” I said. I leaned on the railing, watching the waves off the bow. “I’m sorry he’s been taken so badly, I didn’t realise the sea would disagree with him this much.”

It surprised me a little, but I supposed he was a river creature, not salt water. And he was probably unused to being on a boat for long stretches.

And to be honest? It felt cruel saying so, even in the privacy of my own head, but part of me thought he was playing it up a bit. Or at least, that his misery was at least as much in his head as his stomach.

But I was sorry he was seasick.

The mate hummed thoughtfully. “Not long, then. Do you know what he did before he came into your service?”

“No,” I agreed. I pushed back a memory of an iron cage, the marks of a yoke across bare shoulders. Muddy green eyes fixed on a bucket of water in my hands. “Not long. Why do you ask?”

I’m better than that. He has no call to look at me like…

The mate rubbed a hand through his greying beard and looked uncomfortable. “Begging your pardon, my lord, but… there’s something… uncanny about him.” He cast me a look as if he expected me to wave him off but was determined to say his piece regardless. “I don’t mean to overstep myself, mind. But I can’t in good conscience let you keep on without saying anything. He’s not human.”

I turned to give him my full attention. “Why do you say that?” I asked. I’d thought Taniel’s disguise was good. I certainly couldn’t see anything.

The mate shrugged his shoulders. “Was just a feeling at first. But he’s always cold to touch, had you noticed? His hands? One of the boys went and took a closer look at him last night, and his hair’s growing in with weeds. Waterweeds, like.”

Weeds? Cold hands seemed a bit flimsy to condemn a person for, I’d been about to say, but at that I frowned. I’d never seen anything odd in Tani’s hair, other than it seeming to stay damp longer than it should. “Interesting.”

“Seen it before. He’s some sort of water fairy for certain, and I’m not sure what he wants with you or this ship, but...” The mate took in my lack of shock, and his frown deepened. “Did you know already?”

I inclined my head, but didn’t outright agree. “Uncanny or not, I’m confident Tani isn’t dangerous. He’s on the ship because he’s working for me, you don’t need to worry about your crew or ship. He won’t eat anybody.”

“You have his bridle, then?” the mate asked. “Or his stone, or whatever…”

“He does what I say.”

The mate sighed and rearranged his cloak, huffing. He tried his best to hide it, but it was obvious he thought this was even worse, and he was now obligated to talk a fool out of his foolishness.

“My lord, this is more dangerous than you know,” he said.

“I know what I’m doing,” I said.

“He might play helpless for now, and I don’t doubt he makes himself useful, but he’ll be looking for any opportunity to stab you in the back. Depend on it.” The mate shook his head. “Better to throw him and his trinket into the sea with weights. Might not kill’im, but it’ll slow him down long enough to…”

“I’ll consider it if I have any problems,” I said. “So far, I’m not worried.”

“You should be,” he said. “You’re not the first bright young lad to think you can outsmart a shapeshifter, but -”

“Thank you for bringing your concerns to my attention,” I said, putting steel into my voice. I straightened up, and made sure I met the mate’s eyes. “Nobody is to bother him. He’s under both my protection, and my control. Am I clear?”

“Aye, my lord,” the mate said, with a long-suffering look. “As you say.”

I don’t know how the mate thought the tanial was going to get up and devour crewmembers when he couldn’t even keep bread down or walk in a straight line, I thought as I went to check on him in the tiny cabin I’d rented for us.

I dropped to my haunches beside him, in his nest of blankets, to examine his hair more closely. At first it just looked like normal hair, black and slightly curled and finally looking dry. And then I saw it. A frond of something deep green and frilly that was most certainly not hair, interspersed with the rest.

I resisted the urge to touch the pouch that hung around my neck. Tani wasn't dangerous. Not now, and I didn't think ever.

He shifted enough to look at me with one red-rimmed eye. Once he saw it was me, his expression shifted into a scowl. He threw his arm over his head. “Leave me alone.”

“When did you start growing pondweed?” I asked.

His hand went up to his hair and combed through it until he found the frond. He groaned pitifully. “Oh. Ugh.” His fingers followed it up to the scalp, uprooted it, and threw it down to the deck in apparent bad temper.

I frowned at it, equally curious and distasteful. “Doesn’t that hurt? Has something changed? You didn’t have those before.”

“Go away.”

I held my breath and let it out while I counted to ten, as I’d been taught by my tutor to control my temper. “Tani. Manners. Answer me.”

“Nothing’s changed except I forgot, okay?” he mumbled into his arms. “I pull them out when I’m in town. I forgot. Been too sick.”

I sighed in exasperation. “Well, don’t forget. People have already noticed.”

“I’m sorry,” he snarled. “Is imprisoning me causing you social awkwardness, your highness?”

“I’m not imprisoning you. We have a deal, I - ” I discarded that line of reasoning; he was deaf to it. “Do you want to get thrown overboard? I don’t think you’d enjoy it.”

“Go ahead! I can’t be seasick at the bottom of the sea! And at least you wouldn’t be there!”

He’ll come around. It didn’t take him long to become comfortable with us in the first place, it’ll happen again. He’ll get his freedom in the end, like I said, and everything will be fine. It will be worth it in the end.

The soldier, I recalled unwillingly, had drowned in the end of my tutor’s story. But he was a character in a story, and Tani and I weren’t.

Everything would be fine. I just needed to get the Cup and my throne.

[violetnaps]

sometimes i scroll thru the for you page when im bored and idk what happened but im somehow on pro vs anti tumblr like its 2016 in here