#and it followed when it rains. so

[yaoi-hate-machine]

sometimes therapy is just belting last hope by paramore in your car 👍

[chickenscribbles]

Everything functions perfectly fine without you.

[ncttcday]

absolutely hate my dad atm

[silent-sentinels]

i think it'd be cool to like. let other select plurals know we're plural without letting everyone know we're plural. like some kind of secret passphrase in our bio on main that only plurals used. limp wristing at the gays yknow.

[one-wing]

[amalgam]

note: hi guys. im not exactly proud of this fic, and it's not the best work ive ever done. i hope no one walks away from this thinking this is how my writing always is, but i still wanted to make something to celebrate my own birthday, even if i was a few hours late. i hope you all like it despite my personal hang ups on it. this fic didn't really have a purpose or a drive, and existed solely to explore describing and experiencing vals residence. despite the lack of plot, i hope you all find at least enjoyable the small glimpse into an otherwise forgettable moment in the intersection of their lives ✮⋆˙

-> as with many of my valvyn fics, this takes place in the pining era, before they got together.

-> word count: 581

restrained, vyn stood. restless fingers twitched at his sides. nothing crowded him and yet he feared even the smallest breath would cause anything, everything, the display of utter existence around him, to come raining down. as though guarding, he instead rooted his feet firmly in the doorway, only his toes and the very tip of his nose fully cresting the boundary of the kitchen. 

he thought, for a moment, that he ought to avert his eyes, respect the space so kindly opened to him, but, ever selfish, gilt eyes combed across the space almost continuously. from each nook the warmth beckoned, the crannies teasing glimpses of the most personal show of comfort and familiarity vyn could be blessed with..

roving, he found himself drawn to the fridge again and again, and with each subsequent glance he would cast himself away as though burned. the off-white fridge wore on its chest the honors of a well-lived life, smattered with posters, calendars, tickets, magnets, photos, cut-outs, magazine pages, all spilling off onto the sides, up and down and reaching out with crinkled paper corners. from it flowed naturally the cream colored counter and pot-and-kettle laden stovetop, similarly cluttered with condiments and cookbooks. indulgently he lingered, taking in the last page flipped to and forgotten in a magazine resting on the counter, the cutesy patterned dishes drying in a rack above the sink, the bowls, baskets, and shelves tucked neatly against the walls but stuffed full to bursting – the utter “galore” stacked about everywhere else. 

amidst it all stood valentine, his dear, sweet valentine, opening his home, his kitchen, his heart, to share with vyn a moment of tea and, vyn thought, the unearned and ever welcome pleasure of his companionship. 

the awkwardness curling in his gut was once foreign to vyn, though he had hoped he’d be over such feelings a year into this near courtship, his limbs still heavy with hesitation and doubt. soiling this space would be nothing less than a sin, and he figured it would be all too easy; one wrong move or misplaced comment capable of slaughtering the sanctity valentine had no doubt worked hard to cultivate in his home and all-too-kindly offered to witness.

it was with a slight startle that his eye caught for a moment but a breath of light dancing on the tips of pale hair before him, frozen yet fragile as the flutter of his lash found the traces scattering away into the recesses of the room. with a wave of his hand valentine gestured for the awestruck vyn to sit at the table, the warm lighting of the room almost rejuvenating his pallid tone and the smile on his lips but amplifying the effects. 

he sat as directed, noting the delicate puff-quilt lain to cushion the metal chairs at the table. thin hands floundered from folding on the oak to folding again in his lap, fitful and tense. like a child his balled up fists were pressed against his knees, watching as valentine set the tea and cake he had so carefully prepared before him. 

as valentine sat, hair falling ever so slightly over his features, golden eyes reflexively softened. the thrumming of the large fan on the floor beside them echoed the beating in his chest, arms reaching instinctively to help cut the cake. blood rushed through his ears at the smile he was gifted and he swore to himself that this summer he would deny himself a confession no longer.

[tofifee789]

SIR LEWIS HAMILTON FINALLY GOT HIS WIN LESSS GOOOO (ESPECIALLY IN HOME RACE)

(some screenshots from my sister)

[icewindandboringhorror]

examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk

[luvsavos]

hello rain world tumblr i would like you to meet my friend Big Ol Eyes (i named them that for their big ol fuckin Lookers and tiny ass . . pupils)

they followed me back to my shelter and proceeded to adopt me as their emotional support animal for the next cycle

[anothermonikan]

Ponee (It is half 3 in the morning)

[nyaskitten]

Hmmm Djinn magic seems very harm and curse oriented, Howlers are beings whose sole purpose is to hunt and scream at you a lot, Djinn are tied to the ghosts and Cursed Realm, Hazza D'ur, despite being only a skeleton, has the eerie ghostly glow Ninjaghosts have, Bansha's purpose is to hunt and scream at you a lot... there's certainly a puzzle to be pieced together but the puzzle is very rough and blurry...

[llycaons]

giving myself a rule now for both wicked and rote and posting it publicly so I won't break it. STOP. READING SPOILERS!

[infriga]

Rain World gives you the ability to tame lizards but then makes it virtually impossible for you to take them anywhere without them dying or getting stuck.

[imblocking-you]

As a Kaleidoscope of Death enjoyer, I'm really having fun with the vibes the Dreadful Night world is offering

[flowercrowngods]

bard/knight 2 extra boost 💪

pfff the way i cackled!! i adore you. thank you for your service etc etc 🫶 bard/knight part 1 preceding snippets: no. 1 • no. 2 • no. 3 • no. 4

Chrissy laughs, a joyful sound echoing through the hall and pulling many a pair of eyes toward them, but Eddie pays them no mind even as nervousness makes an eerie reappearance in the forefront of his mind.

“I cannot wait to hear you play tonight,” the Princess continues, unaware of Eddie’s dilemma. There must be something in his face, though, for she reaches out to take hold of his hand. “You will, right? Tell me you will, Eddie. What reason have you to look so gloom?”

Eddie turns his hand to hold onto hers, propriety be damned even as he hears a gasp or two followed by scandalised whispering. For Hawkins, everything he does is scandalous, even merely existing. Holding the Princess’s hand is but another item on the list.

“Forgive me, my Princess, but I cannot play tonight.”

“But—“

“It is the Knightmærs that you long to hear, and it was always a dream to fill these halls with song of my own, believe me. But it seems I am a fraud, and I need to do right by someone first before I will ever take to my lute again.” After a moment of silence he adds, “If you would like me to leave, I understand. But I will not sing.”

The Princess looks at him for a long time, reading something that might be written behind his eyes, but she keeps a hold of his hand.

“He talked to you, then.”

Eddie’s heart falls as he grasps the meaning of her words. She knows about Lord Harrington and his involuntary ties to Eddie’s renown. Everyone in this room might know, might have heard of his deeds, might have seen his wounds as he returned from the battlefield that seems to follow his every step, while Eddie was out in the world living a lavish life, making a name for himself with the famosity he earned telling another man’s stories of valour and agony as if they were his own.

“He did,” Eddie whispers.

🤍🌷 make me write (please) — you can't vote anymore but asks are still welcome as i make my way through them ever so slowly

[valentinesparda]

unfortunately thinking about ffxiii selfships again

[attex]

Hm, I would still hold ui.

How big are average sized puppets? I am a small person, and nsh looks very big.

I imagine the puppets to be usually human size adjacent with decent variety (Unlike their creators who are a lot larger than the average human, I think they'd be often around 2 meters and taller!!)

The average puppet size range is around 150-180cm. It varies between builds and models, the feet and leg arrangement factor into it as well.

Sliver has the smallest puppet out of all the ones I've drawn LOL. She has a really old puppet model, so it's janky and confusing regarding parts, as well as sizing. Also fun fact, she has the smallest but heaviest puppet.

SOS is 140 cm 4ft 7in

5P is 147 cm 4ft 10in

UI is 153 cm 5ft digitagrade, ~158 cm 5ft 2in unguligrade

LTTM is around 165 cm 5ft 6in with digitagrade, ~170 cm 5ft 7in unguligrade

NSH is around 173 cm 5ft 8in with digi, ~177 cm 5ft 10in unguligrade

SRS is 185 cm 6ft 1in

Note that the default stance pose for the digitagrade/unguligrade ones are always digitagrade, I'm just specifying the other for fun