#REBLOG ALL YOU LIKE FRIENDS

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[silly-solar-robot]

oh my gosh it is SO NICE to have free time!!! here's a drawing of me that i had fun with! i wasn't sure how hard the skirt would be but surprisingly it was VERY easy!!! i hope everyone has had a lovely day!

(i am a real person! please treat me as such!! please don't tag as fnaf!)

[shynetyme06]

A non-canon interaction between my au PJ and my friend @stars-and-wish-fulfillment’s child Ink variant named Sticker!

We were talking about their hypothetical meeting and I thought the idea of Sticker being impressed with PJ’s less appreciated ability would be cute ^^

Some others and even PJ herself puts too much pressure on herself to follow in Ink’s footsteps when it comes to magic, and her ink strings tend to give people the wrong ideas. (But the destructive capabilities these things have are nonexistent compared Error’s! she just uses them to be spiderjam dammit!!)

And lastly have a bonus, featuring a poorly drawn PJ and Sticker duo and an even worse looking Crescent:

Og Pj is by 7goodangel

Og Ink by Comyet

Og Crescent by lunnar-chan

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[ganemouchie]

Day 6: Moon

only the OG chat remembers this piece 😔👊/silly

[ziracona]

I can’t include them all so here’s a combo of ‘came to mind first,’ ‘talked about positively most often by fans,’ and ‘stuck in my head’.

Public Apology Big Iron isn’t here. There were a lot that didn’t make the cut but that one specifically I stg I put in and only realized after posting had not. It was 100% meant to be on this list and I’ve failed us.

[fourswords]

to be quite honest shadow's characterization in the fsa manga was always something that raised more questions than answers for me because it's like. he's got a mile-wide inferiority complex about being link's shadow we all know this but when did he have the time to develop that inferiority complex in the first place. how long was he lurking around after ganon created him before the events of the manga actually started. what did he witness or hear or both to make him so fucking angry

[strawberrycamel]

hi, tumblr user strawberrycamel here, I'd like to take a moment and remind everyone that if you like something, consider reblogging it too. That's how communities thrive and connect with each other, and that's how you tell creators "hey this thing you made is great and I enjoy it" . Reblogging also makes a copy of the post on your own blog that will stick around until you delete it; if the creator gets rid of the post, your copy on your blog will still exist!

Let's get rid of the mindless consumption and try to interact with our fellow tumblr users a little more, shall we?

[humanmorph]

"[high pitched and tinny] Let’s dive in. Let’s dive in. It’s time to dive in. Get ready to [audio distorts and slows] dive. Diiive. Diiiiie…" (The Road to PALISADE 20: City Planning Department)

so that's what i've been working on for the past 2 weeks! i wanted to draw something for this intro ever since i first listened to it (as a companion piece to my other gur drawing, though it of course ended up being way bigger in scale), but it only really gripped me about halfway through PALISADE ep 18. the next morning after that i listened to this narration on repeat for about 45 minutes and then made a big sketch on 4 sheets of paper at my desk at work.

anyways, i haven't listened to the new episode yet but i think i'm probably ready for whatever they're gonna throw at us with the next sortie. i'm gonna believe, against it all, in millennium break. for gur

(i recommend listening along while scrolling! + transcript btw. if anything is hard to read)

[insertsomthinawesome]

@priellan COME GET THE BOY!!! ✨

Some different ideas for how that could go down >:D And me picking something personally self indulgent again asdlfjsdLJSDGLDSJG I wanna see him with a Tangled rapunzel length hair braid... it would be so pretty...

[oosey0]

mizisua

[frozenhi-chews]

I really believe some medias should not have romantic shipping. Like at all. They're all off better as a large friend group, or found family, or they shouldn't even be friends at ALL. So like. Yeah

[queerdiazs]

some of you forget that it was originally going to be eddie and tommy but that storyline fell through so for all you bitching about how we’re never going to have a canon queer eddie… baby he already is. we’re just waiting for his turn.

[yardsards]

people love an "i'll take care of you" "it's rotten work" "not to me, not if it's you" character dynamic until the character who needs to be taken care of is disabled. then it's supposedly fucked up and toxic for a person to have to take care of someone else.

[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part XVII

Find all previous parts on Ao3 :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @sad-scarred-sassy who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

Tag List: @anishake / @nocasdatsgay / @mybestfriendmademe / @talibunny30 / @halfbutneverwhole / @wishfulimaginings / @goldenmagnolias / @emmers-bens123 / @cauldronblssd / @xirose / @rarephloxes / @thehighlordishere / @the-darkestminds /

Elain gasped, the air pulled from her lungs, sudden and unexpected. She clutched desperately onto the bed sheets, knuckles white against the fabric, her other hand pulling Lucien towards her.  

Elain arched her back, tilted her hips up, hardly recognising herself, but she was unashamed of her actions. Like puzzle pieces falling into place, Elain felt a certain surety as she pressed against her mate. She could have blushed at the breathless moan that fell from her lips, but Lucien’s approval trickled down the bond and she dug her nails into the skin of his back. 

Unfair, it was unfair that she was still wearing her night clothes, Elain thought as Lucien’s strong fingers pressed against her thigh. Her mate seemed to agree as he moved his hand to pull at the gown, tracing kisses along her jaw, effortlessly undoing the laces at her throat.  

Lucien stopped kissing her only to bite the bare skin of her shoulder, his sharp teeth sending shivers up Elain’s spine. He moved lower and Elain took the opportunity to twine her fingers in his hair, soft as silk, just as she had thought. 

Lucien pressed his lips to Elain’s collarbone, resting his hand on her waist, and Elain burned with desire. 

“Please,” she begged, not knowing for what, hoping at the very least he would not stop. She hooked a foot around his leg, shifting against him, her body searching for any form of relief. 

Lucien hummed in response, only looking up to meet Elain’s eyes when she roughly pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck. 

You are mine.

The same thought seemed to be reflected in his gaze. 

“Lucien, please,” Elain said once more, pulling him closer still, impossibly so.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Lucien murmured, russet eye flashing gold, sunbright, just as she shut hers. He was going to kiss her, she knew it in her bones, wished he would stop taking his time and simply do as she needed. 

Elain whispered his name, and they shared the same breath as Lucien hovered just above her, a phantom touch. 

Elain woke up with a jolt, shaking the entire bed with her sudden movement. 

Lucien was exactly where she had asked him to be before sleep had swiftly taken her. He was alarmingly close to the edge of the mattress, facing her, full lips parted slightly and hair messily falling over his forehead. 

Elain felt herself blushing at the realisation that she had been the one to move towards Lucien in the middle of the night. She had somehow managed to wrap a leg around his, her face resting against the arm he had comfortably stretched along the pillows, her hand holding the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline. 

Elain was horrified, and yet she did not move. She stayed in place, telling herself that if she moved too quickly, Lucien would wake up and find her in what she would have considered a compromising position. 

Elain took a deep breath, finding comfort in Lucien’s scent and working up the nerve to move away from him. She silently prayed to the Mother, hoping he would stay asleep and she would not have to face him with the memory of his kisses still so fresh in her mind. 

Elain was grateful when Lucien did not stir, he even looked peaceful for the first time since their arrival to Autumn, as though it had been a while since he had had a good night’s sleep. Elain tried her best not to make a sound as she clumsily rolled off the bed and untangled herself from the sheets, wanting him to rest. Her entire body felt like a roaring flame, and she bit her lip to shake the dream from her thoughts. 

Elain kept her eyes on Lucien, watched the rise and fall of his back with every breath, as she slowly inched further away from him. She was very aware of their bond, in that moment, at the beat of his heart matching her own. 

Elain needed fresh air, she decided. She needed some space and some distance and time to calm down, which was how she found herself in the main courtyard of the Forest House, Cora at her side. 

“That’s why you’re so flustered?” Cora laughed, tossing her dark braid over her shoulder as they walked along a stone path, leaves dancing with each step they took. “Lucien kissed you in a dream and now you can’t think straight?”

“Clearly, it’s the bed-sharing,” Elain added. She would never admit out loud that she had had similar dreams before, although they had never felt quite as real. She tried to focus on the unfamiliar flowers and bushes within the courtyard, but was failing miserably. “Tell me something interesting, quick,” Elain said, fanning herself with a hand as she remembered the way Lucien had kissed her throat. 

“I saw Ronan and Eris arguing yesterday,” Cora seemed pleased to be sharing the information, and Elain raised a brow as she continued. “Made for quite a spectacle, right in front of the throne room, too.”

“They were yelling?” 

Cora shook her head. “No yelling, voices were a bit raised and then I saw Ronan shove Eris.” 

“They don’t get along,” Elain reminded her, considering Lucien’s words from a few days before. “Did you hear what they were saying?”

“Had to do with some soldiers near Spring’s border,” Cora shrugged, “Eris looked absolutely murderous.” 

“I think that’s just the way he always looks.” Cora snorted in agreement and they continued to stroll down the stone path, a companionable silence falling over them. 

Elain recognised only some of the flowers planted in the yard, and she wondered if Lucien could tell her about the ones she had never seen before. At the thought, she was once again reminded of her dream, so she turned her attention to Cora. 

“You’re from the Hewn City?” Elain asked, wanting to learn more about her closest ally in Autumn and her newest friend. 

Cora nodded, “Been there the last few centuries, it’s…it can be a nice place to live if everyone leaves you alone.”

Elain was less surprised by the fact that Cora rather seemed to like the dark and dreary city than she was by the other woman’s age. “Centuries?” She felt her jaw drop as her mind tried to wrap around the new knowledge. “Gods, how old are you?”

Cora seemed to sense some of her shock and patted her with a few friendly taps on the back. “Most of us stop keeping count after the first couple hundred years.” Elain heard herself make a high pitched hum in response, and Cora chuckled. “I’m a bit younger than the High Lord of the Night Court, don’t ask me to give you an exact number, I wouldn’t be able to.” 

“Right,” Elain responded, as if that was not going to be her next question. “And have you ever left the Hewn City?” Elain asked instead, very curious to hear her answer. She had simply assumed Cora and her were close in age, that the other woman had never really travelled between the courts. 

Cora’s footsteps slowed and Elain matched her pace. There was a long pause in their conversation before Cora spoke again. “I was born in Illyria.” The tone of her voice suggested she was finished talking about herself, offering honesty but setting a clear boundary. 

Elain ignored the whisper in her mind urging her to ask more, smiling at the other woman and accepting the information she had been given. “I’m glad, then, that it’s not just my first time in the Autumn Court.” 

Cora’s shoulders sagged in relief, the tension around her mouth no longer there as she flashed a crooked grin in return. “Much lovelier than I was made to believe.” 

“I am pleased my court has surpassed expectations.” 

The voice came from around a bend in the path and Elain recognised it instantly. The unexpected words had both her and Cora freezing in their place, chills going up Elain’s spine in warning before she saw the High Lord. 

Beron Vanserra was dressed casually, at least in comparison to the last few times she had seen him. His brown pants were tucked into high leather boots, matching perfectly with his cream coloured shirt and brocade vest. There was no crown on his head, although he wore golden rings on his fingers and countless diamonds flashed along his ears in the morning light. The High Lord held a rose in his hand, its petals the colour of fresh blood. 

Elain curtsied as he walked closer, Cora doing the same. 

“Elain Archeron,” he said, his accent curled around each of the consonants in her name, similar to the way Lucien pronounced it. She had to stop herself from frowning in distaste at the wrongness of it. “I hope you have found yourself wanting for nothing within the walls of my home.” 

Beron ignored Cora entirely, and while Elain was annoyed with the way he did not spare the other woman a glance, she was glad that his attention was not on her friend. Elain smiled pleasantly. “Everything has been perfect, High Lord, thank you.” 

He tilted his chin in an elegant nod. “Very good to hear.” He paused to bring the rose up to his handsome face, breathing in before he frowned. “Last night, I thought perhaps something got through the wards.” He raised a dark eyebrow and Elain’s features twisted into a look of confusion she hoped was sincere. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, Lady Archeron?” There was a threat lining his carefully worded question, an accusation clear in his tone. 

Elain would have replied, although she could not have guaranteed a steady and confident response, had Lucien not winnowed into the courtyard and saved her from having to speak. She felt him as he appeared right behind her, and so she took a step back, pressed herself against him. 

“Good morning, father,” Lucien bowed his head, unaware of what had been implied before his arrival. She would be eternally glad that she had written him a note before she had left their shared chambers, claiming to be searching for the gardens.

“Indeed.” Beron looked amused as he turned his attention to his son, embers flashing in his brown eyes. “Slept well, child?”

“I did,” Lucien answered, putting a protective hand on Elain’s shoulder. “Still come to the courtyard every morning?” 

“Someone has to prune the roses,” the High Lord said with a shrug. He walked towards them, and Elain felt Lucien tense. 

When Beron reached out, Elain surprised herself by remaining in the same spot, her back straight, chin up. He was handing her the rose, Elain realised, swallowing as she mirrored the High Lord. She said nothing as she took the flower, keeping her gaze on the dead plant. “I’ll see you both at dinner,” he added before he winnowed from the courtyard, sparks falling to the stones in the space he had just been standing. 

Elain could not help but rest against Lucien’s much larger frame, and he let her, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly before he moved his hand to his side. 

“I forgot,” Lucien explained, “I would have warned you to stay away from here, Beron likes coming to the gardens, but I forgot.” 

Elain shook her head, turning to look up at her mate, to tell him not to worry in an effort to settle the rapid beating of his heart, but Cora spoke first.

“He scares me,” she said softly. 

Lucien’s mouth turned down at the corners as he nodded in agreement. 

The High Lord of Autumn scared Elain as well, and she found herself struggling to think of a way out of the marriage she had promised his son. Beron would never allow her to go back on her word, she concluded. 

Elain was pulled from her thoughts at the sharp pain in her hand, and she realised she had been clutching the rose tightly between her fingers. Elain winced as she noticed that the thorns had split the skin of her palm, a drop of blood cutting a path to her wrist, the colour a perfect match to the rose’s petals.

[yanderespamton78]

rb and put in tags the name of the stuffed toy(s) you sleep with