#a reblog would be nice

[onawhimsicot]

i know not many people would want to read a 10,000 word article about the minecraft end poem and how the author, Julian Gough, was never fairly compensated for his work and has made it public domain.

But it's a very well-written and heartfelt read, and he makes it very clear that none of this is a cash-grab and despite the fact that he is essentially a starving artist in this capitalist society, he only mentions his financial struggles despite Minecraft's huge huge success at the bottom of this article and not in the tweets so as to not dilute his message.

Anyway, I just think it'd be cool if those who are able to could support him in some way whether it be subscribing to his substack or donating to his paypal (that's linked in the article, you can ctrl + F to find it easier), that's all.

[solarpunkani]

sometimes spite is a powerful motivator and today its motivating me to crochet

long story short I saw a cool bag on pinterest while I was looking for crochet patterns but there was no fucking pattern but one of my friends found a pattern for a similar but not quite bag so I watched an hour long video, transcribed it into text, and am now gonna make a wholeass backpack just because Sunflower Vibe

Wish me luck I guess

Also this is the bag

[sandflakedraws]

⭐THE TOUCH OF SUNLIGHT LEFTOVER SALE⭐

Catstealers, the fulfillment partner who helped me with the TToS kickstarter, is moving~!! 🥳🎉

WHICH MEANS! This is gonna be the last chance to get your hands on these for the foreseeable future. I just don't have the energy or means to do fulfillment from my end.

We're hoping to keep everything US domestic. There's still the online PDF up for grabs if you're international and would like a goodie, since it requires no shipping whatsoever.

If you're interested, take a gander at Sandflake.Bigcartel.com

LEFTOVER SALE ENDS JULY 6TH.

[talxns]

y’know something that goes hand in hand with the coldification of bruce in regards to his relationship with young dick is this idea that alfred is the one to always intercede and basically shame bruce into doing something nice for the boy. it makes it so that if alfred wasn’t there to reprimand him for being cold, bruce wouldn’t show dick any warmth. and i don’t like that. i think that it’s important that bruce, while not super communicative and someone who is notoriously difficult to get along with, treats young dick with an appropriate amount of warmth and understanding and kindness. he doesn’t have to be scolded by alfred into making dick happy, he should be wanting to make dick happy irrespective of anything else.

the only exception is when bruce is doing something he thinks is good for dick and needs some perspective from an outside party (usually alfred) who is able to see things more objectively.

idk, it just seems like so often bruce is written like taking dick in is kind of a burden, and then alfred has to nag him about taking care of dick, when originally these two characters did not need any outside persuasion to be attached at the hip, sleeping in the same room, cooking for each other, spending every waking moment together, etc.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

[red-room-studi0]

Antagonist Therapy

made based from one of the pages from the Book Of Bill!

HOLY SHIT- I was finally able to get this done! work was always in the way of even getting this thing done! But I did it! I hope u guys like it! ✨ (I worked really hard on this 🥲)

[groovygladiatorsheep]

If only you could see what I see. | Driller nation always should need more content….

Well !! I watched the new mha episode and went a bit crazy at the one where it’s Toga and Ochako I MEAN LOOK AT THEM !!

I saw a wonderful unfinished wip of an utmv artist I’ll tag in credits, made me want to do it with Driller ! ⭐️

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Credits.

Dream belongs to - Joku.

Killer belongs to - @/rahafwabas

Inspiration - @cinnamonstickks

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OG panel under the cut -

[crime-wives]

agathario moodboard

[dysfunctional-doodle]

I’m here in search of your glory

There’s been a million before me

The first design in my latest TMNT AU, The End Of Infinity (With You)! This is basically where each version of the bros is a reincarnation/combination of all the ones before, right up until Mutant Mayhem.

For some reason, every other universe has ended. The last branch is left in the hands of the mutant mayhem bros, who have no recollection of their past lives or how to stop their universe ending just as the others did. They are the last of the real ones, together until the end.

-> Commissions || Tip Jar :) || My Kofi <-

Can you spot the references to each version?

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[chuhaii]

some halloween jellycat stuffies transparent icons

[wandixx]

I'm not much for naming things but: Danny's associated with green and M'gann's a White Martian, so... Spearmint (like the green and white mint candies)? Just a thought.

Prompt: Magic removed Amity Park from the map. JL didn't notice, but in an Alderaan type moment (Star Wars ref. yay!) The martian on Watchtower monitoring duty heard the residents get silent unanimously.

Of course they need to be investigated! So M'gann gets her watch partner to take over and flies there, discovering an odd green rift of death energy doing a black hole effect and it sucks her in. Danny gets landed on/ flown into when she tumbles through the rift. She tried getting a message through to JL when she felt herself getting sucked in, but the message was not received due to ectoplasmic interference.

So Danny has to figure out how to get her AND Amity Park back home!

(Just a thought. I'm curious how you flesh it out if you do!)

This is such an interesting idea, and it definitely deserves much more story than I can write in single prompt, so this here is just a beginning and I will continue. I hope it's up to your expectations

Also, I really love the Spearmint idea

*****

M’gann understood the importance of monitor duty in Watchtower, she really did. She also understood why they were taught it while still in this gray area between fully dependent sidekicks and fully independent heroes, that was the main reason the Young Justice Team even existed.

It didn’t make it any less boring. Even when she had a decent duty partner. Don't get her wrong, Green Arrow was a much better option than Batman or Superman, it was just awkward. At least he seemed equally done with it and didn't scold her for jumping between satellite cameras just a bit too fast to actually ‘monitor’ anything.

And it was only twenty minutes into the two hour shift.

One of the sixty (or so) screens, the one directly in front of her, blinked to the view of the American Midwest. She was about to skip further, when a sudden movement caught her attention. She clicked a few keys to review the footage and asked, still unsure if her eyes weren't deceiving her.

“Did the entire city… just disappear?“

Green Arrow nodded, equally stunned.

“I'm going to check this out” she spluttered, already flying out of the room and doing her best to get Zeta to send her as close as possible. It was a bit tricky when she couldn't see the keyboard. She managed though, so before the adult hero even finished yelling that it was above her skill level, she was out.

From there, getting to the disappeared city was a piece of cake.

She stopped right in tracks when the thing came in view. M'gann had no idea how to describe it. It was a green and white and black storm but not, glass, see-through dome but not, deep space but also decidedly not. It made her want to run away but also come closer, almost like it was tugging at her. Like some pseudo, mental in nature, gravitation.

Oh, wait, no. It was an actual, physical force that after a quick test turned out to be inescapable for her.

Green Arrow, perhaps, maybe probably was kinda right. It was so high above her skill level that a balled napkin from this height would cause serious damage. Thank Batman for comms that she could use to call a backup!

The comms, that, of course, didn't work the one time she needed them.

She sent the message anyway, describing everything to the best of her ability, even though it was only a tip of the iceberg. Just in case, if the magical storm thing just made her comm one way communication only. It was highly unlikely, but who was she, if not an optimist.

She barely closed her mouth, when she was jerked sideways before the whole world became blurred.

She later would have a hard time telling anyone how it felt, to be inside the thing. She was basically powerless, thrown around randomly despite clearly keeping all of her abilities. She couldn't see, couldn't tell which way was up and down, couldn't change direction even a little bit. The rumble of the thing was so loud she couldn't hear her thoughts, throwing her brain so off the loop she forgot what her name was. She was crying probably, almost puking, her limbs hitting any and every part of her body.

At first, she didn't even realize she was out, so dazed from the ride. She didn't even see the flying boy until a while after she crashed into him, throwing them both off the sky. Neither of them caught them before they slammed into the ground. Somehow she ended up cushioning the boy's fall. M’gann couldn’t breathe for a moment. She kinda deserved it for ramming into him in the first place though.

By the time she could use her lungs and behave like a social creature again, the boy scrambled off her and just crouched, intensely staring, anxious and awestruck at the same time. She sat up and gave him once over herself.

He was around her physical age, but much skinnier than her or anybofnher teammates, build like a twig. He had fluffy, white, almost glowing hair, caucasian complexion, and wore a black and white jumpsuit with a tool belt. Big ‘P’ on his chest indicated he was someone from a hero/villain scene, and from general vibes she got, M’gann was leaning towards a hero. He was kinda cute. She coughed awkwardly when she realized how long they just sat in silence.

“Hi?”

Apparently it was enough to release an incoherent babbling from the boy.

“Hi, um… Miss Martian, ma'am? I'm Phantom. What are you doing here? Is the rest of your Team going to fall off the sky too? Justice League?”

“Not right now probably”

She was ignored. Phantom just kept panicking.

“Is this some of your villain's schemes? Are you alright? You crashed pretty hard, sorry I landed on top of you by the way, do you–?”

“I'm fine, don't worry I got worse”

“Sure…”

“Sorry I threw you off the sky”

“Not your fault, really, it's fi–”

“You asked what I'm doing here. I went on my own to investigate when I saw the city blink out of existence and got sucked in. I'm not sure if my report from site made it through, but they know where I went, so they'll soon come to help, don't worry”

Phantom did not stop worrying.

“Alright, cool, cool” he ran his hand through his hair, tugging at them “The Justice League knows you mysteriously disappeared along with an entire city. This is fine, totally fine, absolutely–”

“You're panicking”

“No shit Sherlock. Someone kidnapped my city again and I have no idea how to fix it because my usual tactic is ‘punch the cause of the problem into submission’ and this time I can't punch the storm. Now you're here so if something happens, I’ll have pissed of Justice League to worry about because, of course, it will be my fault. You could be overshadowed and I have no clue what's going on but I have to fix it as soon as–”

“Breathe Phantom“ she interrupted again, projecting what the Team called ‘calming vibes’. Since it didn't involve outright entering someone's brain and humans almost didn't react to it, it was an okay thing to do without asking even on non-villains. “Remember, I'm a hero, not a damsel in the distress you have to protect non stop”

“Of course, you're not. You're Miss Martian. You're amazing, but it doesn't give me any more of an idea on what's going on nor what to do with Justice League when they come, obviously furious because everyone in Amity and their mother will testify that it was somehow my fault, especially if–”

“Hey, hey, none of that. I know you're a good guy and they’ll too. I will vouch for you if for some reason they get misled”

Phantom looked her in the eyes as if he was trying to read her mind himself without even an ounce of psychic powers. She could tell if he used it.

“I could be a bad guy,” he said seriously after a moment of silence.

“I know you're not”

“You don't know me”

“You spent almost all of our interaction agonizing over how to save your city. It's not typical bad guy behavior”

“I could be acting”

M’gann didn't even dignify it with her response other than an incredulous stare.

“ Alright, if I've been acting, I would be a lot cooler but still… I could be acting!”

“I'm a literal psychic, remember? I didn't read your thoughts, don't worry, I know it's invasive for humans. But I got a general overview of who you are, and your vibes matched pretty well with the vibes of good guys”

“Sure, of course, why not,” he muttered, taking a moment to reboot “Why is this my life now?”

M’gann decided it wasn't to her and well… Phantom wasn't wrong, she didn't know him, so however she'd try to answer it was pretty much hit or miss. But from what she'd seen of him, she was curious to learn more.

“Nevermind, let's get you a Specter Deflector before anyone tries to use you as a meatsuit” he said, catching her wrist to drag her somewhere.

She let him lead her. He still didn’t have any nefarious reasoning, and hey! Maybe she'll finish this adventure with a new teammate!

[Sure M’gann. Just a teammate. Don't worry, Danny won't be a panicked mess all of the time here]

[freaquin]

shop is back open! i finally got those alfred prints out (as well as a bunch of other things) and just cleaned up my listings in general.

[extravagantliar]

[ a letter embossed with the seal of Kirkwall lays out; it is not dated ]

Kid,

If you’re reading this, good news: we’ve likely done it. 

If you’re reading this, bad news: I’m likely dead. 

If you’re reading this and I’m not dead, I’m going to kick your ass and then send you back to where I found you. And likely go and pick you back up, impressed that you got this letter in the first place. 

The first and second are most likely it; the third is a foolish old man’s dream. 

You once asked why I do this, and I never gave you a straight shot. I told you once I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, once I told you they begged me to stay, and another I think I told you that I had ensnared every woman in the Inquisition. Only one is half true, and as it turns out I was in the wrong place at the right time. It’s how I live my life, if I am to be honest — which I rarely am. Kirkwall was that way, Haven, Skyhold, Kirkwall again, this will be too. I’m not a man on time, kid; I’m just a man in time. 

Shit, kid, I’m no good at goodbyes. 

Truly, I hope it isn’t. You picked my pocket the first time we met; I don’t think you knew who I was, which, to be fair to you — I was fresh into town and an easy mark. I knew I was, and you took the coin purse off my belt and made your way into the sawdust-infested bar of my dreams. 

Sure, I followed you there and spooked the shit out of you; I think you went too pale when my hood flipped down; sorry about that — but I love a good entrance. Maybe that’s why we get along so well, our dubious love of noxious drinks and people, along with a flourish of fanfare. I knew then, and there you were something special especially when you offered to pay for my drinks with my own stolen silver. 

I’m proud of you, kid. Take the worst, make it the best, and keep on going. 

Now, the hard part. 

If I am dead, there are a few things left to you. If I’m not, well, this letter found its way into your hands regardless, and these things are now yours: My shaving mirror, my lucky deck ( the Angel is painted by hand so you can always win ), thirty gold so you’ll shut up about what I owe you, and my boot knife. The last one was a gift from Isabela, if it ever dulls, she can show you how to sharpen it. She’ll call you a name as she does it, but that’s just who she is. 

Take care, kid.

You can always find me where the ale is plentiful, and the room is warm, spinning a story well worn with care. 

Your friend, always, VT

[hyolks]

as a thank you for 10k, i am holding an art raffle!! ✨��

the rules are simple: you must be following me (hyolks) and please tell me a strange dream you've had!! thats it!!!

i await to hear your weird dreams o7 you have until december 1st!!