#all 'yeah this is completely Normal and Reasonable'

[nekole-doodles]

I'm also gonna add to this but for the actual DSMP members because I want to ramble about this for a bit

Here are some of my thoughts for the origins of some DSMP members who have murky origins(like C! Tommy) or who's origins should literally be impossible if it's through normal means(like C! Fundy). Btw, Tommy's origin is the idea I've developed most while the others are barely developed at all:

C! Tommy - This idea is very inspired by C! Tommy's origin in the fanfic The Dreamwalker by Hydre. In my headcanons, Tommy is a shapeshifter and shapeshifters are created by the magic of the world from emotions so strong that a living thing is literally manifested or they become the personification of something(since monsters that come out at night are also manifestations of magic, why can't people and animals also pop up due to magic too?). For Tommy, he came into existence due to the emotions and wants of the Minecraft family(made up of Philza, Kristin, Technoblade, and Wilbur). The most prominent things that caused Tommy's existence was the love of their family and desire for another member, but other elements of their family influenced how Tommy turned out. A few things Tommy was also created from were Wilbur's passion for music, Phil's love of flying freely in the sky, and a dash of Techno's obsession over gold(for funsies). This was translated into Tommy loving music, being a free and wild spirit, having sky blue eyes and gold eyes, and really liking gold items like jewelry and golden apples(Techno is ironically the indirect reason Tommy steals gapples from him).

C! Fundy - He's the manifestation of Wilbur and Sally's love for one another because it wouldn't make sense for Fundy to be as old as he is in comparison to Wilbur :/ In my headcanons, Sally(who was a merling hybrid) and Wilbur were very much in love(it was mutual) and wanted to build a life together. Fundy either manifested with the body of a 6-10 year old or he grows much faster than a normal person(because magic is funny like that). Unfortunately, Sally died due to a disease a few years later :(

C! Quackity - Kinda inspired by C! Quackity's origin from The Dreamwalker. I'm still not completely sure what his origins are but I definitely can't imagine him with parents and I really want him to be a shapeshifter. I feel like he'd be the personification of fire(which is where greed and wrath come into his character) or the sun, of course with a few other factors influencing his creation but yeah.

C! Technoblade - I'm so conflicted and indecisive on his origons, but if he isn't the literal Blood God, then he is the manifestation of the Nether. Just- as a whole. Or he manifested after a huge and bloody war between conflicting piglin tribes.

There's a post I saw a while ago about where fantasy races get their children. It was like, dwarfs carve their children out of stone, goblins steal their children, elves find random animals and teach them until they reach elven intelligence... And I think that's how children work on the dream smp. You could do it the old fashioned way, or you can teach a fox how to talk until it's at human intelligence, you can cast a baby out of gold and wait for it to start moving on its own or you can terraform a mountain and call it a baby until it walks away, you can find any random mob, object, or land form and just, it's your baby now, it'll start walking and talking soon.

oh my god everybody shut the fuck up and unfollow me, i want to be alone with this person and discuss worldbuilding with them

[heartstringsduet]

It's a not-happy Wednesday but I thought not sharing art of any kind wouldn't be a solution to this. Instead have an extra long snippet of A Few Moons Ago. Open tag today though because I can't gage whether some people would mind. But I would love to be tagged back if you shared something you've created of any kind. 💓

The man huffs. “I won’t tell you what to do, but I know you’re a lot more lucid now, so unless there’s a reason, it would be a little easier if you shifted too so we could communicate properly.” They did communicate. Last night, as wolves, everything had seemed so easy. Nothing to misinterpret. He knew the gray wolf liked his scent, his company. Knew he liked to play and nudge his head against Carlos’. Even with a hazy memory, he feels like they spent the last night talking endlessly, despite no words exchanged.

“Carlitos, you can’t stay like this forever,” his mother used to say when he kid, small enough shifted into a cub to curl up in the lowest shelf of her cupboard. It smelled so much of her there, so comforting, that he whined whenever she pulled him out by the scruff on his neck. “Don’t you want to be a kid too? Play out with your human friends?”

Carlos would be back in her cupboard as soon as she turned her head.

Most days, this was easier. Being an alpha, transforming into a wolf whenever he wanted made talking less relevant. When life was complicated, fur was warm, gestures more forgiving with words lost to him. Right now, he finds himself wanting nothing more than to connect with this man on all levels though. Carlos extracts himself from the makeshift nest, feeling colder outside the cocooning scent of it, until he sits back in the corner of the truck bed.

“Wait!” The man says, but Carlos is already shifting before the word is finished.

Even if the sun had washed some of the moon lure away from Carlos’ brain, there is an extra set of clarity to his thoughts as he blinks his human eyes open. The world explodes back in color -- the one thing more vivid when other senses are dulled -- and the first thing Carlos eyes focus on instantly is the man in front of him.

He has the eyes of the forest - no, a forest creek - the hair the color of oak bark. Seashell pink lips, a hint of a stubble a lot of werewolves grow much quicker after a transformation. Sitting up, he covers his lap with the edge of the sleeping bag, before throwing a pillow at Carlos.

Carlos, who sits frog-legged from the position he was in as a wolf, is completely bared to him. Despite the much subtler scent after shifting, their arousal spills out between them, mingling in the air as its own scent. Carlos knows the man smells it too by the way his pupils widen and his tongue darts out.

He covers himself with a pillow anyway, because as much as nudity is more accepted in their culture, it’s not exactly normal to sit spread naked in a truck bed with a stranger. 

“Hi,” Carlos says, rolling back his shoulders to fold them out strong behind him. He likes the way the guys’ eyes flick down to look at the way his chest pops out for it. 

“Hey,” the man returns, his voice making Carlos’ heartbeat spike.

Silence falls between them, leaving the nightingales to greet this morning. Carlos decides to be the one to take the first step, see if the man follows.

“I’m Carlos.”

“TK.”

TK. Two letters that feel oddly too short to be filled with the grandeur he feels wafting off of him. He may be an omega, but he carries himself like an alpha. It’s the reason he stopped Carlos in his tracks last night.

“Nice to meet you,” says Carlos. “Hope you’re not too disappointed I’m not…who was it? I can’t really remember words too clearly, but I remember you asking me if I was someone famous?”

TK visibly swallows. “Brad Pitt.”

“Yeah, well…sorry?” Again: OPEN TAG. But please if you have something you created, of any kind, tag me and share some creativity and color with this world 💓 Thanks for tagging me @ironheartwriter

[relto]

feral dog gets a little treat for no longer trying to chew its own leg off after doing nothing else for 2 days. UGH

[mildlybizarrecorvid]

#yes#yes they are#i love that they are because it gives me the image of all the corvid tumblr users#in like a club or something#and we’re all really over the top edgy#with the exception of the polite yet kinda weird one (/aff)#who is just surrounded by paparazzi 24/7#and the rest of us are in shock#but they think it’s completely normal#idk why this is so vivid#now i need to draw it#fuck#also sorry if i fucked up ur pronouns corvid#i forgor and couldn’t find them for whatever reason

Yeah that's pretty accurate, I tend to think less about the strangeness of my popularity than the strangeness of my mutuals being less popular. I've got some great folks

If you do draw it, would ya mind summoning me?

You got the pronouns right, by the by

Apparently I've got over two hundred followers

What are you doing here

Don't you have better things to do with your day?

[neonhellscape]

new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately

[tamymew]

character that unironically came to me in a dream??

[rawliverandgoronspice]

sorry it's kind of personal, but seriously the more time goes on and the more I'm fucking baffled at how bad society is collectively at handling mental illness and neurodivergence in general because not only it's everywhere, but it's always been everywhere

and we're just so so SO goddamn awful about dealing with it

[bunnihearted]

꒰୨୧꒱

[goldenpinof]

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[crehador]

i don't know if i think it's really funny or kind of a shame that many people are going to know tadaima okaeri solely as "the omegaverse bl" when it's actually such a sweet slice-of-life about community, family, the struggles of the older generation to understand the younger and vice versa, recovering from social isolation and how recursive that recovery can be, forging lasting friendships as adults, and so on. it's so wholesome and drama-free that it barely has any plot to speak of, but what it lacks in plot it makes up for in themes and man. what beautiful themes

[hongjoongpresent]

the entire essay I could write about the background vocals in terrible man. you don't understand

[itspileofgoodthings]

Porfiry telling Raskolnikov that at least he was honest and in one bound took the furthest leap to put his theory to the test of actual action——

[front-facing-pokemon]

[krispyykrab]

there is really something cruel and strange and fucked up about switching between thinking youre the center of the universe and thinking youre completely invisible 50 fuckin times a day. like do you have a god complex or an inferiority complex make up your mind

[honey-skulls]

Huge vent

Yesterday was the welcome thing for the beginning of the school year, only from 15h to 16h30. Still managed to end up late. Nothing to do either, just sit there and listen to the explanation of how the year is gonna go. Still came back home EXHAUSTED

First day of school and I'm already an hour late

They also said that if we come late, the teachers aren't gonna let us in

So now I'm just frozen, sitting on my chair after finally managing to prepare, with no idea on if i waste the little energy i have going to school in the heat only to not be let in

But they also said they'd do that last year, and they never did. So maybe they're not doing it again and I'm just wasting time when they would let me in

I don't know and that's the problem

And even if i can, the mental image of everyone in class turning to stare at me and judge while i enter in the middle of the class, because i spent more than half of last year being hours late if not straight up missing "for no reason" is too much (because this country has dog shit psychology knowledge that has been studied to be around 50 years late, and they know nothing about invisible disabilities. Not like I'd ever even tell them. This class sucks in all minorities fronts)

But also I'm literally already thousands of euros in debt for this damn school and every class i miss is money wasted

I don't know what to do

[icewindandboringhorror]

I still very loathe the Media Trope of ‘’cold genius man doesn’t feel emotions and never has relationships... UNTIL.. one random relatively bland Preddy Woman comes along and warps his entire personality and ability to think, his heart has grown and his seeming asexuality has evaporated, he is now Normal :)” or whatever like... AS a walking generic hermit archetype myself.. we would NOT act like that .... just let people be detached weirdos in peace, you cowards .. OR, don’t bother to write one in the first place if you find us too boring to exist realistically in our natural state lol.. pathetic