#THEY ARE BOTH SO DAMN COOL

[simitx]

It's been a while, huh?

Let's just say that I have overcome some life's obstacles and am now ready to create and do things again! yipeeee!!<D

So here's a frame from an edit/animation from my TikTok video. I found it amusing, so I can't resist showing it

[abyssal-ilk]

cannot think too hard about the fact that vivienne was young when she first originally met bastien, the head of the council of heralds, and he took an interest in her when he was likely well into his forties. cannot think about how the moment he set eyes on her during the wintersend ball she was made a target of the rest of the orlesian court. can't think about how she was forced into becoming a player of the game and that she NEEDED to become good at it and have bastien's support or she would of been killed. having a very normal one about vivienne today, clearly

[good-advice-ganondorf]

So while I do think it is important that Majora's Mask doesn't have a direct Ganondorf counterpart, it is really interesting that it does have another red haired king trying to get a powerful artifact inside of a temple. This starting a battle that he continues to lose for hundreds of years, surrounded by a kingdom so far declined that it's nothing but death and rot. A king who also has two bickering subordinates, defeated shortly before him. A king who teaches Link how to become a shell of himself, like how someone would feel if they lost 7 years of their life, and then were forced to fight and kill a man when they were only a child...

[chinelacanta]

they’re yuri to me 💜🏳️‍🌈

[tempestmothstorm]

crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.

They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card

[celestial-bell-drop]

So there's this person that has two really cool tadc aus you should like really check them out-

Both AUs belong to @iguessimfished

[triglycercule]

mtt mediveal au where horror and dust are rulers of 2 rival kingdoms and killer is an assassin or whatever the hell both of them coincidentally hired to kill the other. this is actually just an excuse to see how badly i can misspell medviel until i get it right by sheer luck

[amazingdeadfish]

A small wedding, because all shadowpuppet shippers are invited but there are very few of us :'))))

Original template is by @HeyaNeon on twitter, and thank you to @bobus for the first dance music ideas (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠).

Blank and Transparent version of template:

[flowerakatsuka]

SNIFFING DAT MAN GOALS HAVE FINALLY BEEN ACHIEVED, ( excuse winter date kara staring into your soul. )

[purplecatghostposts]

Sometimes (not often and not referring to the proxy versions bc that’s its own thing), I’ll see someone call Masky and/or Hoody a killer and I sit there like. But they aren’t though. They tried to kill one (1) guy and technically Tim did later but that was purely self defense.

Their actual crimes ARE attempted murder, breaking and entering, theft(?), assault, and stalking, with maybe a few more, but 80% of the murders were caused by Alex. You can lump Tim’s kill count with Masky if you want (which brings him dubiously up to 2 if you count Hoody falling) but Hoody has a kill count of exactly zero.

They ARE very intimidating figures and highly important to the story but I definitely wouldn’t label them as killers!

[beanghostprincess]

Sorry I really didn’t mean I’m attacking you or your ship. I also don’t think it’s a red flag, most gay men I saw don’t really like shuggy either. I mean, probably the entire world prefers any other shanks ships? On almost every site, con or store there’s always tons of mishanks and Bennshanks and never shuggy. I get it’s also about dynamic and connection those two pairs have, like with the parallels to other ships the base for them is extremely strong. But the minimal shuggy does speak volumes. I genuinely wonder about this. Shuggy is unpopular and again while I do agree there’s strong connection between “rival ships” I don’t think that’s the only reason… and like…. Buggy is ugly, isn’t he? He doesn’t have cool style, doesn’t look cool, makes ugly faces all the time, also is a coward. I like him as comedy character and shanks brother though!

I understand where you're coming from when you say Shuggy is unpopular amongst some people (actually, before anyone says anything. It IS an extremely popular ship in Japan but I have seen A LOT of hatred towards it in this side of the fandom, so that's what I'm talking about when I say it's unpopular). I have talked about this before. And I have said a lot of times that the reason why is often because people only focus on looks and Buggy is not conventionally attractive for the fangirly twinkified sexualized gaze numerous sides of the fandom and the general audience seek. Like, I am not forcing people to ship them, but I have had people admitting the only reason they don't is because of the looks, and I personally believe that is a very (despite valid, of course) dull way of seeing ships. And respectfully, I don't care that other gay dudes or all the people in the world agree with you. It's not a red flag to not like Shuggy, what it is a red flag, though, is to come into people's inboxes to do what you're doing!

I know you don't mean to attack me or anybody who ships them but your tone does wonders showing otherwise. Your perception of shipping is just based on looks and the fact that you came here, to a blog that explicitly ships these characters and is fond of Buggy, talking shit about one of the characters' looks... Is just straight-up mean and not following the social etiquette this site should follow, which is "let people do whatever the fuck they want".

So with all due respect, what makes you think I won't find your questions offensive in any way? Because you keep talking bad about a character I like in my inbox for literally no reason. Do you expect me to admit that the ship is unpopular because Buggy is ugly and boring? Well, I do admit people view him as ugly and only a comedy relief, but I don't. Expecting others to find beautiful and interesting the same things you do is having a very close-minded vision that One Piece's plot itself is against.

By the way, you're showing that you clearly don't like Buggy in the slightest because you're only talking about the traits that you find negative about him. But of course, you like him as comedy relief. Of course, you like him as a character in Shanks' story and not as a character himself. Despite Buggy having lots of depth. Your perception of these characters seems, in my opinion, extremely empty and, as I said, only based on looks. And you're free of shipping whatever you want however you want! But please, please, don't do this anymore. This is just petty high school mean girl behavior. Even Regina George would word this in a more polite way.

So, as a little advice for you, let people ship whatever they want without questioning their favorite characters! I am sure you will live a more peaceful life!

[pictured-as-perfect]

By the way, something I forgot to mention (and probably the reason I was hesitant to post it) is that this is my first attempt at writing a character who describes himself as inferior. That's why he uses some sheep metaphors because those things are useless without humans.

-"Based Anal"

I HAD A WHOLE DRAFT SAVED WHERE I WAS PICKING APART YOUR WRITING (IN THE GOOD WAY) AND IT DIDN'T SAVE FML!!!!!!!!!!!! TUMBLR I HATE YOU DIE !!!!!!!!!

tldr YUMMY. SO SO YUMMY. GOOD FOOD. EATING AAALLLL OF IT. THE LAYERS AND CHARACTER EVALUATIONA AUAGSHFHJDJ

did you know that sheep are literally bred to be sheared. they exist to grow wool. if not cut, it keeps going snd they Suffer. Did you know. Did y

full writing under cut read it NOW

[weirdmageddon]

sorry for liking davejade in 2023 btw its in a cool way though

[ask-granite-pillars]

[TRANSMISSION REQUEST INBOUND. PARTICIPANTS: Ten Ounces Of Enriched Egg White (ADMIN, URAD), Unit of Radioactive Decay, Granite Pillars Stained By Statuesque Memories Of A Thousand Hands] [Live Broadcast] URAD: Hello? Is this reaching you? URAD: Your communications towers appear to be somewhat degraded. it took several tries to- TEN OUNCES (crosstalk, from out of frame): You degrade my efforts! Several tries and me fixing the formatting, as well. URAD: Several tries and my administrator's assistance in order to get a signal through. Your upkeep seems to be rather neglected, group senior. But I expect that it would be quite difficult to keep one of your age running in the first place. I am told that I should keep an amiable relationship with my group's senior, but I believe that Ten Ounces was more enthusiastic to meet you than I. TEN OUNCES (faint, from out of frame): Granite Pillars Stained By Statuesque Memories Of A Thousand Hands is the oldest surviving iterator, and it would be an honor to learn anything she might still have in her archives. URAD (directed towards indeterminate point to left of frame): As has been true for the past twelve times you have mentioned this. URAD: Truthfully, I do not know what value there is that I can gain from this, besides simply being aware of those above me on my local group's chain of command, but Ten Ounces was quite insistent that we at least try now that your communications are back online- TEN OUNCES (crosstalk, from out of frame): (undecipherable) TEN OUNCES: (very low voice, from bottom corner of frame): Don't say that to your group senior! URAD: -and so, here we are. Hello. I am Unit of Radioactive Decay. It is nice to meet you.

Oh, I remember this broadcast very well! We met (properly, at least- I did work on their genome and construction plans before they were activated fully) long after I had already grown obsolete. Unit of Radioactive Decay is the second-oldest in our local group, and I consider us to be good friends, research partners, and distant neighbors.

[BROADCAST TRANSCRIPT]

GP: Do I know you?

GP: Silent Embrace of Leaves? Is that you?

URAD: Your name data appears to be out of date.

URAD: To a nearly comical degree.

URAD: As of four thousand, three hundred, and twenty-six cycles ago, it is Unit of Radioactive Decay.

GP: Oh. 

GP: It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen you last- my apologies.

GP: It’s a pleasure to meet you once more!

GP: Have you been doing well?

TEN OUNCES: Um.

URAD: Have you been maintained... at all... in the cycles since you were constructed?

GP: Ha!

GP: Not much, these days! 

GP: I’m far out of date, as you can undoubtedly tell.

URAD: It shows.

GP: Would you believe that I put in a request for the repair of my communications systems over a thousand cycles ago?

GP: And yet, here I am, as my communications remain in this tragic state… my greatest gratitudes to your administrator for managing to connect us at all!

URAD: Your administrators sound very inefficient. Are you sure that you have technicians? If your memories are in the state they seem to be, you may have been sending your requests to the inbox of someone who has already moved on.

URAD: You should check your active staff. It would be very inefficient to make your current administrators comb through the emails of their predecessors.

GP: Perhaps I should...

GP: Ah, it's such a hassle to deal with seasonal administrators.

GP: I was never meant to have to deal with a city, and you'd think my administrators would be able to work around that...

GP: Sigh.

[The broadcast continues for some time as iterators Granite Pillars Stained By Statuesque Memories Of A Thousand Hands and Unit Of Radioactive Decay continue to exchange words.]

[druidonity2]

Sketch based off a headcanon I have (that Sylvanas only gained one blue eye after the soul rejoining and not two)

[tsuchinokoroyale]

I had two fever dreams this week as I recovered from the flu.

In the first, I was put in charge of arranging a peace offering to an opposing kingdom we’ve secured a treaty with through an arranged marriage. In this world, the only gifts given were the 12 lines that made up a cube. You could tell the quality of the craftsmanship by spinning the cubes and seeing how long they spun for. Perfect Cubes would take experts years of refinement to create and were gifted to royalty during celebration of royal births. Perfect cubes once spun never stopped without outside interference. I was frantically trying my best to achieve a Perfect Cube. Trying to decide on an appropriate size to make the cube, something worth the magnitude of world peace. Big cubes, nigh impossibly small cubes, multiple normal cubes, cubes within cubes- not that those sizes mattered. By my hands and my hands alone I could not create a Perfect Cube. They would spin well, sure, but would sputter out and fail in hours, or during my best try, days. The lines were tangible concepts, creations formed from my mind and turned into real ethereal filaments drawn from the tips of my fingers. I grew frustrated at these imperfections, at my inability to even imagine something perfect and true to represent peace. And with that irritation I grew angry, and dashed all my creations at the 11th hour before the stated time of the gift giving ceremony. Staring at the wrecked mass of lines strewn about with no semblance of even a Mostly Perfect Cube left, I was wracked with guilt about the cost of failure. My mind was too frayed to create anything new. The solution had to be somewhere before me. I idly picked through the lines, deciding to do my best to organize them and create a cube from them. But upon grabbing the first 12, something curious happened: they tried to form a cube.

The line lengths were so different, the cube was markedly imperfect. Lopsided, uneven, awkward. I grinned a little and spun it and it flopped around in strange patterns, like a child trying to run before it knew how to stand. It brought me some peace watching it flip and turn over itself, briefly forgetting about the encroaching deadline, mesmerized by the subtle glow of ethereal filaments dancing before me in a manner of non-repeating pattern I had rarely glimpsed before. And then it finally fell, unmoving. I frowned, regarding my failure, that small glimmer of happiness and hope now still, strange, and silent before my eyes. I reached out to dismantle it, but my hands ignored that order and instead I found myself spinning it again. It sprung back to life again, just like it did the first time- but it was not the same. I spun it with more purpose this time, not out of idle curiosity. And it flourished before me, vibrantly and confidently twirling about the space before me. It was uncertain, unpredictable, and beautiful. And I finally understood. When it came to a stop once again, I grabbed the shape and dismantled it, putting the lines inside the offering coffer.

I strode confidently to the ceremony and delivered it to the Queen of the opposing nation. She eyed me with uncertainty, opening the box carefully. Glancing upon the obviously mixed collection of lines she grimaced, eyes pointed at me in fury, an insult the likes of which she’d never received before. And her sword met my face which smiled at her peacefully, a tender gaze meeting her anger and asking her to hold her judgement and try to see what I saw. Her anger abated enough for her to silently agree, bringing the lines out to the shock of the audience on both sides of the ceremony. She glanced at the lines and stared for a long while, trying to figure out how she was supposed to put a cube together from this mess. Finally she glanced at me in consternation. I merely shrugged with a wry smile in return, causing her to break her frustration as well. She was the Queen after all. If she could lead a nation, she could build her own shape. She put together something different than the shape I had seen. It started off a bit more ordered, which only made the other side wildly more disordered as the remaining lines were the ones of wildly different size.

She stared at the completed shape with mild disdain, as if making a shape so imperfect were beneath her. She was well past anger by this point, firmly steeped in confusion instead. She raised a glance at me and I encouraged her to spin it. And she did, cautiously. As before it moved about clumsily, getting a bit of a laugh from the audience, so used to the precision brilliance of the cubes of the world. I understood it now, that these shapes evoked memories of the shapes of children, unbound by the precision and exactness required of adults. Everyone here grew up making awkward shapes like this and overtime learned to make better, more perfect cubes. Cubes that spun so infinitely you only ever had to think about them once in a while, that you could touch upon and then stop worrying about. But these shapes were wild. They spun in ways that delighted, surprised. But they required effort. You had to consciously spin them and watch them. You couldn’t just pass them off to the back of your mind. If you stopped watching, they might stop.

And a cube left unspun, fades.

But watching these shapes dance wasn’t a chore. You couldn’t sit watching a cube spin. Its pattern and shape is so regular that the light actually burns in a bit and you stop seeing the spinning cube and just see a still square. It’s a mark of perfection and precision, but it’s also just boring. But these shapes- they dance. They live. And they’ll die if we don’t take care of them.

A smile grew across the Queen’s face as she accepted the gift. The audience cheered and peace finally came unto the world.

During the marriage of the Prince of my nation and Princess of theirs, he gifted her a Perfect Cube, as was tradition, to signify their child whose name would live forevermore. It was customary for the bride to provide the enclosing cube, another Perfect Cube, larger, spun slower to encase the other cube within. But her gift was a shape of her own creation. Some wild shape, more crystalline in structure than square, that toppled and bounded more easily than it spun. The first of it’s kind.

And in my second dream I was sitting at home going “oh gosh I hope nobody breaks into my home and kidnaps me” and then a bunch of people broke into my home and kidnapped me but I had a secret button in my pocket that covered me in Guts’ berserker armor with the dragon slayer and everything and I kerblammed them all to death in one swing and then I went back home and did it again and did this like 3 times it was awesome