#and I decided to share them with you all

[figgiforever]

The kidnaper: I have your daughter.

Tiggi: Osik! Which one?

The kidnaper: The winged one.

Tiggi: Ah... You have Kandosii. And you want me to pick her up immediately?

The kidnaper: *sobbing* y-yes... She just ate my shoelaces...

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The kidnaper: I have your daughter.

Fi: My brothers have already found your location. And you have to know that I'm very good at digging deep holes.

The kidnaper: What?

Fi: Really deep holes...

My Tiny Taglist:

@mandalorian-general

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

filler

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[azurityarts]

Experimenting more with the cat crew's designs

[conjuring-ghouls]

Them filthy rodents are still coming for your souls (x)

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

So yes I have OF COURSE read @naffeclipse new fic Apex Polarity and yes, I AM OBSESSED!

So I decided to make a little comic of how I think their "first encounter" might have looked like from Eclipse's perspective.

I can't help but think about how alien and scary we most look to him (especially if there is a history of fasco hunting polar sirens in the past). With all that gear we look like emotionless beings, just observing and uncaring of this ice world. But then when y/n shows up and probably exudes this joy and wonder for his world + shows respect for the creatures and the environment??? Mmh yeah, I can see Eclipse falling for y/n, especially considering how alone he might be...

So yes, that's what I have for today! If you want to read the fic I'll link it right here. I can't recommend it enough, but as always, read the tags so you know what you're getting into! And lastly I also want to @themeeplord beacuse Eclipse's design is basically their design in my style (god I love their design so much, their character/creature designs are the BEST) so all the credit goes to them! Polar!Y/N is my design thou! ;P

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read the two latest chapters-

YIPPEE!!!

[bloobydabloob]

i love your dirk drawings sooo much. the way you mix realism vs stylized in your dirk art goes crazy hard especially. both of your styles are so good so seeing them both used as symbolism to paint the broader picture is awesome as hell

Thank you very much, I do enjoy realistic Dirk & flat Dirk contrast too because to me both styles represent different facets of his character depending on the artwork.

His stylised form is more representative of who he is generalised as + a good representation of his separation from himself whereas a more realistic Dirk (to me) makes me feel more in touch with his character and it feels more emotional and less controlled. Even though it kind of sounds pretentious to put it this way, I view my less cartoonish Dirks as showcasing something more private and I tend to veer towards it the more emotional (positive or negative) the piece is for this reason.

[st4rstudent]

they then started a thread of 50 posts just arguing back and forth

[intheholler]

hiiii, i will probably write out an actual love letter to appalachia as well, but here's a visual love letter dedicated to my holler ❤️

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[wandixx]

Halloween dress-up, let's go!!!

Assignment: "Dress up as ghosts".

Status: Yes. They're ghosts. Just really different types of ghosts

[dootznbootz]

Odysseus is the type of guy who oozes rizz and can and will say the sweetest shit to Penelope and revels in her being happy with it ("You're beautiful in red" when she blushes. THAT type of cheesy bullshit. Have you READ the shit he says to her in the Odyssey?) but if she gives it back, he just freezes and Odysseus.exe stops working. Especially since he was the one doing all the flirting in the beginning until she finally chills out and "allows" herself to have a crush.

Penelope: ...You know, I don't really know if your name fits you. Odysseus: Oh? You don't think "Pain in the ass" is a good fit? Penelope: It definitely is...But...I don't know. Maybe it's because when I think of you, I don't think of pain, I think of joy... Yeah, instead of "pain giver", you're a giver of joy."Joy Giver" perhaps? Odysseus:

Penelope: ...Are you okay? Odysseus: *completely red and continues to make a high-pitched squeaking sound like air being let out of a balloon*

He gets more used to it as they get further along in their marriage but in the beginning, this guy was screaming into his pillows and kicking his feet and twirling his hair and being stupid :D

[spaceratprodigy]

✨❤️ Faith and Max | [ 🔍 AU ] ❤️✨

In my heart, I have but one desire And that one is you No other will do

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

[oneluckydragon]

✨🌸 Sunshine on your skin, flowers in my soul 🌸✨

🌊🫧Summary → In the midst of his reconciliation with Team Wish, Dusknoir begins coughing up flowers. This unfortunate brand of bad luck should be a cosmic joke. A spiteful punishment that the world has brought down on him out of malice, out of vengeance for his past deeds. A cruel, agonizing curse manifested with the single unjustified purpose of preventing him from realizing happiness, ever seeking redemption, ever righting his multitudes of wrongs and moving on with his life. But that's not true, and he knows it deep down. Knows it in the very core of his soul like the flood of petals building in this throat.

This is his fault because he is a coward, and that's all he has ever been. A backstabbing, lonely coward.

And now he is going to die because of it.

[AO3]

[CH. I -- Word Count -- 13,290]

🌒💫 Return → the act of going back to a place, person, or memory

[CH. II -- TBA]

[pinkd3mon]

This had context but I refuse to tell anyone

[discountalien-pancake]

Extremely hot take that many will no doubt have knee-jerk reactions to, but I gotta get it off my chest.

I think people can choose to be queer, and that’s okay.

I think there are people who maybe feel only a tiny incongruity with their contemporary social constructs of attraction and gender, and they could just ignore it and continue on as a Sorta Weird cishet person for the rest of their lives and feel perfectly content. And i think there are some people who feel the same degree of incongruity and lean into and decide that the amount of weird they are is Queer, and that’s what makes them happy! And neither is the “wrong” choice.

I think the impulse to insist it’s not a choice—that all queers are queer because some deep biological, unchangeable factor makes them queer—is totally understandable! I think that it’s understandable to be afraid of conservatives twisting this to mean it’s possible to brainwash people into being queer, and that’s a scary political prospect.

But refusing to acknowledge that queerness can be a choice also feels like a trap. Because queerness acknowledges that queerness can change. Your particular flavor of queer is not immutable. A person who cannot conceive of the same gender even being an option may never consider whether they are attracted to the same gender. An “afab” Weird Lady may just be A Weird Lady, or they could be some flavor of trans—they are they only one who can choose which label they want, and you have no right to tell them they chose the wrong one.

Gender is a construct. Attraction to any gender is attraction to a construct. And everyone’s personal construct is a slight (or extreme!) distortion of “the” socially prescribed construct(s). But what you conceive of as man or woman or nonbinary etc is not going to be exactly the same as what anyone else conceives of as the same genders. It’s rooted in your personal understandings and at most we simply come together to agree that where our definitions overlap, those persons who fit into the overlap must be accepted as that gender. And those constructs are not immutable.

Saying that being queer is not a choice and cannot be a choice is so rigid and stifling, and that’s the opposite of what queerness should be. Queerness is fluid and vast! It is a space where we should be understanding and welcoming of those who choose to embrace us and sympathetic to those who choose not to even if you personally believe certain labels would fit them.

How queer is queer enough? What is the criteria for being queer? What criteria matters? Who gets to decide? Personally, I’m not interested in turning people away because they don’t feel like they were born queer. To me the only criteria that matters is that being queer brings them joy.

And don’t you think that someone who chooses to be queer—who truly wholeheartedly embraces queerness—even when they don’t have to, is someone who loves being queer?