#Rooty float

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

some doodles (some of which I posted but)

[kitchenutensilfamilyau]

Allen being an interactive dad finally yay rejoyce

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I have so many OCs so I'm just going to use Rooty ig. Rooty ofc doesn't think correctly 70% of the time as a kid, but she's also a King Dice fangirl because why wouldn't she be ofc she is. (That has been part of her since I rewrote her story in 2022, when the show finally came out.) Despise being a fangirl, she'd probably be a shit and answer all the questions like a smartass. She likes his music, not his gameshow, she doesn't even know how she fucking got there she just is. She probably even be like "lol no" about the mystery prize room. "Last time I was told there was a surprise or anything like that, I was missing my shoes when I woke up"

She thinks the questions are super dumb so easy a toddler could answer. (She definitely uses this against Cuphead when she find out)

Conversation starter for cuphead fans!

If your cuphead oc (or if you don’t have one, your favorite character) was on “roll the dice”, the game show from tcs, what would they be like? Would they be as dumb as cuphead? Would they try to flirt with the host? Would they lose their soul?

[zippy-reacts]

Sonic the Comic Liveblog: Issue 80

Ok it's something more visible in the main story art than this cover, but I've been wondering; is StC Super Sonic the first time Super was depicted with red eyes? In the games prior to Adventure 1, Super just had black eyes right?

Beautiful artwork of the emeralds. Also, hello Porker! I was under the impression you had retired from freedom fighting

Holy crap that is some very nice artwork for Sonic's hand

Ah right, I forgot Porker specifically went to live on the Floating Island Anyway, this is a very interaction between the two of them here. It's a nice instance of how you can have StC Sonic be considerate for his friends while still having a bit of snark.

Wooooo look at the colours on this panel! Stunning!!

This is really funny considering SA2 would later give Tails a rooty-tooty-shooty gameplay style

Ignoring Tails' forehead wrinkles, another absolutely stunning panel. I actually really want to try my hand at redrawing this; Amy at the very least if not the whole panel

The direction for StC Charmy still perplexes me

I shouldn't need to spell out that this is a Fantastic Four reference. I am highly intriguiged by the design of the one I assume to be Flare, going by the names

Anyway, another Tails story happened, and again, nothing to note.

Yoooo, Shortfuse! Great to see him again

With all due respect, why does Brutus have massive tits in this story?

There's an odd ballsyness to literally saying 'blame the artist' rather than trying to blow off the question with a joke like they normally do

[cherry-pop-elf]

“Sometimes, to make a day not so bad, you gotta cuddle someone warm and squishy!”

Look at my little baby Rootie! ((Short for Root Beer Float))

No matter what shape Georgie takes, I love my mans. But I won’t lie. Chubby boyfriends are hella hot. Just saying- 👀

[conshirtoe]

what made you name your cat root beer?

Well I have a strong liking for root beer, and root beer floats. But I think it says it all when I tell you I got her when I was in 6th grade. (I also thought she looked like a root beer float)

We were going to name her Jasmine and call her Jazzy for short. But my family settled on Rootbeer because we liked the nick name Rooty better. I’m glad we went with that because let me tell you, Rooty fits her perfectly!

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RAHH They're all so cute! I love how you did Rooty's expression, bitch looking at everyone like "ya'll weird" JSLDKF <3 Thank you so much!

MUTALS IN THE BLOG GIFT!!

1: @marvelousmockingbird2

2: @cutecrewmates-ask-ripcrewmatesau (myself so I trick you all!)

3: @marshmallow-biscuit-blog

4: @hey-imma-fangirl

5: @meow-artist-cat

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How'd she get on a building. This bitch think she king kong. reblogs appreciated

[kitchenutensilfamilyau]

Hey boys got anyone you like or maybe have a little crush on??

Yes

[ilovevillains]

Insides Kisaki's brain 🧠

WARNING: THE MUSIC VIDEOS MIGHT HAVE FLASH LIGHT EFFECTS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SEXUAL THEMES, TOXIC THOUGHTS, STALKING.

Album: Tokyo Revengers Playlist

PRELUDE:

The day has come, here is the first playlist of my Tokyo Revengers playlist!

Kisaki, Kisaki, Kisaki... my king, my love... I'm not forgiving you, I love you, but I am not forgiving you.

I'm going to keep this intro short, because the long paragraph is reserve for the outro.

🧠 Now That I'm Wanting More, Koko

I know I want you I’m feeling obsessed It’s like in my mind I am being possessed

🧠 Every Breathe You Take, Chase Holfelder (cover)

Oh, can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches With every step you take

🧠 eat u alive, Marian Hill

I been looking on, I been biding my time You been looking strong with a glint in your eye Everybody knows if I'm given the night I might eat you alive, I might eat you alive, yeah

🧠 Crystaleyes, AViVA

And when I wake into this dream I’m falling in and out of time Falling under, falling over Floating on the sky You face it when you’re going down Our planets won’t align

🧠 Unsmiling, Aunty Social

Knowing I could be the one To give you everything Is the issue Knowing I could give you shelter Just makes you feel beneath Someone’s the fool I—

🧠 Nightfall, Black Lilys

There you go in this crowd Never been satisfied There you dream days and nights Of the lover you'll never have Please tell me why?

🧠 Coming for You, Nuela Charles

I am coming for you So watch what you do I intend to be cruel to you and you Should watch what you do When my hands are on you 'Cause I'm, coming for you (and you and you and you

🧠 Paradise, The Neighbourhood

Sensations don't mean anything If I can't just have everything Some days I think I'll run away But what would I even do if I made it? I just keep on fading 'cause I never feel enough, it never fills me up I'm climbin' up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top But I can't stop, I can't stop, so

🧠 I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE, Måneskin

And I'm a killer Who's searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption

🧠 Pray, JRY feat. Rooty

Forget the words I'm saying I know that I've been cruel I pray for peace Tell me why don't you

OUTRO

Now it's the moment of the truth. Why do I love Kisaki? Kisaki is one intriguing character for me. I'm part of the group that believes he deserved a better development, but part of me is grateful he didn't have other motives, because I believe he could pull a Profesor Moriarty and Kisaki would have been unstoppable.

Another reason why I love Kisaki (and other villains) is that they are realistic. In the manga, Kisaki knew who he was and what was his roll in the live [trama] of the world he was living. When I read that specific panel I could not stop myself from loving him more. Even though his reason weren't good, his attitude of keep going on to achieve his goals it's what I really love and adore of him (and Takemitchy and other characters, my other kings, I love them too). I guess that's how I love my kings: determine to achieve their goals ♥.

Remember that next week we have Hanma's playlist... stay tuned for the playlists! Take care and keep fighting for that dream (or maybe those dreams) ♥

-Villain Lover🖤

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UGHHHH SARAH FUCK YOU /POSITIVE I love this so much but UGH YOU LEGITMENTALLY MADE ME TEARY EYED- Thank you I love you and your writing as always XD

If he had just done it sooner, it wouldn't be too late, nor so devastating...

But he couldn't wait any longer, and he knew this... It wasn't fair to Rooty, or him, but he had to.

"Dad! No! I don't want to!" His daughter had tears in her eyes, despite how desperately she tried to hold them back and be strong, "I don't want to lose you!"

"I don't want to lose you either." He told her, truthfully, with his whole heart, "But I'm really sick, and I can't take care of you anymore... Sketch will be here soon to pick... You..."

He couldn't even bring himself to complete the sentence, his own eyes growing glossy with tears, "W-We can still see each other, a-and I'll still be here for you. I promise-"

The father was taken aback when Rooty suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around him; his daughter was never a touchy kind of person... But at that moment, all he could do was cry with her and hug her back, as they waited for her new guardian to knock in the door.

For those who are wondering, this has to force with @marshmallow-biscuit-blog OC's Allen and Rooty, and my own OC Sketch, and the story of how Sketch wound up adopting Rooty. Marshmallow can give more exact details if she wants to, but basically Allen caught Black Lung and he couldn't take care of Rooty anymore, but Sketch had gained his trust enough where he and them arranged it so they'd be able to take care of her.

Anyways, I hoped this punched you in the feels Marshmallow. I love you <3

[this-is-a-dystopian-parable]

"i can call him up and tell him what i want!

Jesus.mp3

(first im gonna tell him, again, how i love glorious sound; the tambourine forever convulsing, the concertina and horns in stereo imperfect mirroring, the full stop || to announce the entrance of guitars. the church bells, and beautiful beautiful the one man who comes in wrong towards the end but everyone smiles through. thump thump hit your foot on the floor and all this worry goes away. and ry cooder isnt even really supposed to be cool, is he?)

am i sick? do i want to get well? is such a goal possible? i am goalless, theres just thump thump this beat, and merely attending to each new downbeat, thats what im going to do. after every hit of the drum there another one coming up. on it. right now im riding fast through midnight a slipper of ice, and the walls of night are a million cymbals suspended and waiting for my playful picket fence stick. im hitting more than ever...abandon the metaphor for a moment and revel in the quotidian count, ive got 7 plays lined up for the first 6 months of next year, and i am thrilled psychedelic sick about each and everyone. listen: a cabaret, a song played on a solo saxophone, a train to catch, a gun goes rooty toot toot, russian rock n roll beamed into outer space, prayer both silent and full, and finally a birth of light. i must be fucking crazy. i must be! am i sick? do i want to get well? these seven bursts of metal with wonderful souls talent so beautiful, none of them will be the single goal, each night will be another cymbal sizzle crash through starlit wind flying past me as im riding so recklessly down the hill, weaving past cars technicolor lit, and its going to blur in the speed to just one stream of light pouring out exhausted. i love the challenge, the sleepless push to hit every next note, keep playing, keep going, i want it.

i can call him up and tell him what i want!

do i want more than this? im making a living at it now. im paying the rent on these outbursts now; and the people are good, everyones mind is reeling in another way and i love the laughs each one gives me. how can i ever come close to knowing them all? is there room for me? do i want more than them? maybe, maybe. real success, that elusive flame of fame, ha ha my musical opening on broadway in 2007, my god, why not, why not. i can call him after all, and ask him for this, right? what i want. what i want.

when the whiskey veil wears away for just a second i look down at my hands and they are white knuckled for im freezing cold causing im going so fucking fast and i forgot my gloves or i lost them in a bar on mission street or in the bart station, but i cant go back because i jumped the gate, i jumped the gate again almost every day a bart train renegade heart racing fast everyday but i cant remember right now. i must be crazy. there are so many things to wrap your hands in anyway...and look at her with her mittens fingerless, and her with her hat fizz fuzz blue, and her with her legs i can see fishnet stockings, garter and all, under a wider fishnet hose, that lovely leg all wrapped twice. every woman around me wrapped up different and my fingers trembling no matter where or when for a little more warmth, a fabric new always, why? why? i must be crazy wanting that when ive already got those eyes to get so lost in that temperature vanishes like direction in the dark, floating through centigrade in a shivering sweat flawlessly true. i must be crazy, but i can ask him, what i want, what i want.

i dont want anything, i dont. god, please i dont. please let that be the truth. cause ill get so sad if i want it and dont have it and ive got so much right now that im almost blind. i can be what i want to be/i can choose whatever heaven grants. but i just want to be whatever heaven grants, any cymbal so bright and lovely to be seen when im riding fast like this, god its like a new moon gold in the sky! crash a cymbal that i want to hear ring clear, crash peel, i want to hear them PEEL!

and i fear the shallowness, maybe theres too much and im not there deep where i could be. theres someone ive known as long as possible in real pain and i cant understand it really, cause i felt real pain once and said never again? no, surely not? that was so little...

but solo now so: lo the cymbals,

only the cymbals and my bike out of control too fast, but god theyre so glorious shiny! ive been working on riding no handed so i can grab a stick in both hands and catch my ears in the nodes and hear a mountain range valley strange of waves in the cold night air.

one asked me, why do i perform? i cant answer you, i cant. i have no idea. its what im here to give? its just there and its beautiful and thats all i can do. maybe im doing too much? i can barely feel.

tomorrow ill make the drummer a vegetable lasagna in exchange for a haircut, god my hair is so long, its the only helmet ill wear. i know how to make a good vegetable lasagna; i just have to pick the right vegetables, and only a few, so that its about *mushrooms*, or its about *broccoli*, its about the *one* taste, dont lose it, dont lose it//

(but on cannery row hazel pours all the half drunk drinks into a single jug, and comes home with a wild punch maybe champagne spiked one night and fernet the next. one taste.

i have no idea what all of this tastes like,

i have no idea what god looks like,

i have no idea how there can be so many sounds in the universe that when i open my mouth next time ill sing one brand new song, once and only once always one note to the next never ending, never goal, just sound all the way SHHHOOM! to the end of the universe getting absorbed by all around it cymbalstars bursting and dying brand new)"

Dave Malloy, 09 December 2005

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Paintbox Soapworks 2021 Summer Collection

Paintbox Soapworks recently released some new summery delights as well as some oldies but goodies! As usual I snagged a slew of soaps to use around the house and am delighted to have some fun seasonal smells! Pick-a-Duck is a returning favorite of mine, and Yacht Rock is a new and delightful treat!

Osage Orange

Scent description: A weird, green blend of sour orange, crushed sage, sticky sap, woody lavender & oakmoss

This is a gorgeous citrus botanical blend that is refreshing and clean. The oakmoss grounds the blend and smells green and alive, with fluffy herbal lavender and fresh green sage weaving in and out with a hint of bright, smooth citrus.

Journey in Satchidananda

Scent description:  The deep drone of sandalwood, patchouli, & champaca sprinkled with rose & neroli waters & clarifying geranium leaf

This scent is both heady and clean, familiar (nag champa-esque) and unique. It’s the love child of a metaphysical shop and a garden. Needless to say, I’m in love. It’s expertly blended--I get equal parts smooth sandalwood, heady champaca, refreshing rose and orange blossom water, and crisp, clean geranium leaf. A beautifully scented soap!

Pick-a-Duck

Scent description:  Riotously sweet carnival treats of sticky strawberry taffy, hot sugared donuts, Cracker Jack, & a swirl of smoke from darkened tents

This is a scent that I did not expect to love so much. It sounds like a sugar bomb--and there is for sure a lot of sweet, fried, carnival dough like funnel cakes, and handfuls of caramel popcorn--but it’s all kept in check by the puff of mellow incense and also by the twist of creamy, sticky, pink strawberry. This is perhaps my favorite scent from the whole collection. I’ve got a real thing for sweet treats + incense, and also this scent is just so very happy! It’s carefree and upbeat, like children at a carnival, and I can feel the knots in my stomach ease as I smell it.

Yacht Rock

Scent description: Sun-bleached driftwood, warm ocean breezes, & sunset-hued tropical drinks

I'm not sure what wizardry makes this smell like being on a fancy boat in the 80s, but this absolutely works. What a fun beachy blend! Kinda want to drink it, kinda want to wash with it. This does smell like ocean breezes with florals, daiquiris, and suntan lotion on the wind. Love it.

Secrets of the Sun

Scent description: Rich Indonesian patchouli, musky honey, wild honeysuckle, gardenia, sun-warmed skin

This is sticky and rich and warm and wonderful. Golden, thick honey coating waxy gardenia petals and smooth, rooty patchouli. This would make for a gorgeous and flirty summer perfume blend.

Red Cow

Scent description: Rooty, spicy apothecary cola poured over luscious home made vanilla ice cream with a bright squirt of cherry syrup

Frothy float made with artisanal root beer a la Virgil's brand. Sometimes this smells very much like root beer, and at other times it smells more like cola. In any case, it's a delightful and fun summer treat! After smelling this one I had to hop in the car to grab a root beer float from an old local drive-in joint.

Sundew

Scent description: A soporific, sun-dappled blend of crushed pineapple, honeyed chamomile, hops, swamp milkweed & damp grass

This is like drinking a pineapple-based cocktail on the porch in the middle of summer. The pineapple note is gorgeous--rich and tangy, just like the real thing. Sundew is both fruity and clean, and surprisingly nostalgic. Another beautiful, inspired blend!

Paintbox Soapworks's beautiful soaps and sundries may be perused and purchased at http://paintboxsoapworks.com/

[zootycutie]

Since I made my own Shoppie, I of course had to make some Shopkin friends for her. X3 A big thanks to the01angel for helping me with ideas! Rooty Tooty is a very chill and sweet sort of fellow! Even if he freezes up during the long run, he still has a good head on his shoulders! Ramonae is ultra-shy and quiet. It takes a long time for her to open up and spill her contents, but she's a sweetheart when she does!

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It was okay though, Since Rooty's slim dumbass squeezed through the window's bars and she smashed them open for Newsie :) Thank you so much! She's so cute in your style!!! I love it so much

Lil gift for @marshmallow-biscuit-blog !

They’re talking about how to harass the cops just enough without getting arrested-

Newsie’s dumbass was later arrested.

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Parfums MDCI Le Cri de la Lumiere

Notes: aldehydes, bergamot, raspberry; iris, rose; ambrette, woods, patchouli

Parfums MDCI Le Cri de la Lumiere is a subtle play on different shades of white. I’ve seen it compared to a moonstone, which seems apt. There’s a crystalline aldehyde opening, then a starchy and sometimes rooty iris, interspersed with little flashes of fresh green, and joined with the subtly musky, popcorn-like smell of ambrette.

I’ll be honest — sometimes Le Cri de la Lumiere is invisible on me. It’s a bit embarrassing that my response to a perfume reputed to be a brilliant work of art is “I can’t smell it very well”, but there it is. It is a very subtle scent. And a lot of what there is is white laundry musk.

On the other hand, every now & then a whiff floats up from my wrist and it’s an indescribable swirl of chiffon in a thousand shades of ivory. Sometimes it smells like clean linen, sometimes like brushed steel, sometimes like an early spring garden with the snowdrops just coming out, sometimes like a clear Poire Williams eau de vie.

Sorry Mom, sorry God, but Chanel No. 18 and Fleur de Peau are pale iris-ambrette perfumes I find more legible & comprehensible. Le Cri de la Lumiere might be a better artistic composition, but I’m a consumer, not an art critic, and I don’t know enough about the craft of perfume to really say anything useful about how impressive an accomplishment a perfume is. Luca Turin or Chandler Burr or someone who’s actually worked in the industry might admire a perfume for technical reasons I can’t register at all.

I can say that Le Cri de la Lumiere has ice-queen reserve, is blindingly clean, and has a subtle, fine-grained shimmer of almost-imperceptibly different notes. It’s definitely the most pure-white, lunar perfume I’ve ever smelled. It’s not smooth and creamy like Fleur de Peau, it’s transparent. It might be the cleanest, coldest high-end perfume out there. But it’s also just plain hard to smell.