#connected requests

[doctorsiren]

Your chara is ADORABLE! how did they feel about tenna at first? Were they creeped out? Or immediate excited and friendly?

I think they’d get along with him pretty easily since Tenna genuinely loves and cares for Asriel, and that’s who Chara is basing their trust on. Plus, Tenna is like the *biggest* pushover and is very fun. I think maybe they might have been confused at first because he’s different than a lot of the monsters, but they quickly accept him.

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[hellsitegenetics]

is there a match for the entire Connection Terminated speech from fnaf? link to the text (here)

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Closest match: Homo sapiens BAC clone RP11-504G5 from 2, complete sequence Common name: Common human

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[zarla-s]

And the last batch of holiday requests! I think...

[patreon]

[zackmartin]

HENRY DANGER: THE MOVIE (2025) ● dir. joe menendez

[nanistar]

new year, new commission post and prices.

i'm willing to discuss most off-menu things as well as discounts for bulk orders of things like little guys, so don't hesitate to ask! message me here @nanistar if you are interested!

[my-name-is-apollo]

Having a "I've connected the dots" moment on why Zeus is so affectionate with Apollo, and I don't know why I'd never considered it before that Apollo's youth could be a reason.

Iamblichus, The Life Of Pythagoras (trans. Guthrie)

So there was this sentiment that young boys are the dearest to the gods, and the gods are especially attentive towards their requests. And since Apollo is a perpetual young boy himself, with Zeus being the one to grant him this gift in one version, it makes sense that Zeus has granted so many of Apollo's wishes. He spared Prometheus and Periphas upon Apollo's request even though he was personally offended by them. He agreed to suppress Gaia and Athena upon Apollo's request when it came to the oracular business. He even revived Asclepius to console Apollo despite Apollo's frankly disrespectful reaction to Asclepius' death.

Apollo might be fearsome, powerful, and even reckless at times but when he kneels down in supplication, all Zeus sees is his little boy that he loves so much, and he can't help but give in to his requests (well, most of his requests at least). And as far as the text is concerned, and if I'm interpreting this correcltly, Apollo's youth is interestingly tied to his helpful nature because besides using his own powers to help the humans, Apollo can also help them by supplicating to Zeus on their behalf, as Zeus is more likely to grant a request when it's coming from him.

[saewokhrisz]

persona doodles pt 2545431

[mosaickiwi]

Leaping In

Goofy mushy thing since it’s been almost a year of writing... them✨ I’m normal! 💥🎉 (sai’s froggydacted fic part 2 teehee)

Gender neutral reader!! <- idk when i stopped saying this but it applies to everything i write fjdsakljfsla

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Careful of their contents, you tore away packing tape on box after box of assorted items, then scribbled a description of the items on each one. It'd taken a while, but you finally got around to moving in with your long term partner. 

In your excitement to take that next step, the thought of actually labeling anything had slipped your mind during the few days off you scrambled to pack with their much needed help. So while [REDACTED] brought more and more boxes into his living room—suspiciously turning you into a prisoner from the way he piled them all around you like walls of a fort—you had to figure out what everything was to make sure nothing was forgotten from your crummy apartment. Before your landlord broke in to play finders keepers.

It was on what must’ve been the fourteenth trip back from the moving truck that he paused to watch you, setting down another few boxes to reinforce the barricade you'd just dismantled. 

“That one's all your Attack on Giants merch,” he said, arms crossed and fingers drumming atop the highest peak of the cardboard castle.

You stopped halfway through opening said box in your lap, then pried it open anyway. Sure enough, it was full of manga volumes, some figurines still in display packaging, and a few Haruko plushies. One in particular that they'd bought you on that first awkward date at the pier. The poor thing was a little frayed and flat from how often you slept with it held tightly to your chest.

Uncapping the marker in your hand, you wrote ‘AoG’ on a spot where the tape wasn't too damaged. You pushed the box to the side to grab another. But he spoke again. 

“Blankets,” they said about the large, flat box in front of your outstretched hand. “Dishes,” to a small one you stood up to grab from a further pile in your prison.

“Ren,” you huffed and looked up at him accusingly. “Do you already know exactly what's in all of these, then?”

“...F’the most part, yeah.” He smiled and pointedly tapped on the box under his arms. “This one's some of your other plushies. You didn’t leave anything.”

“And you didn't stop me earlier because…?”

They shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “Easier t’keep you in one place.”

So he was trying to trap you. 

Without a word you walked over to label the box, the marker squeaking loudly against the tape next to his hand. You grabbed their arm once you finished—since they clearly weren't planning to leave—and gave him a label of ‘my spouse’ on the back of his hand, along with a few hearts around it.

His eyes glittered with more excitement than usual. You might've done a little too much. “Shit, don't tattoo that,” you quickly muttered. From the way he looked to the side with a pout, you could tell he seriously considered the idea. “Wash it off later, okay? I’ll give you something else.”

The hacker immediately smiled brighter as you carefully leaned over the tower of boxes to give him a better gift. 

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

[REDACTED] went back to unloading the truck, begrudgingly making an entrance to the cardboard fort before he left. You started unpacking your clothes first since he’d pointed them all out to you. As you finished arranging them in the closet and drawers of your room, you found a few things out of place at the bottom of those boxes. 

Some of the hats, beanies, and scarves that you'd ‘robbed’ him of. And of course he let you keep whatever you wanted, so eventually a handful ended up in your everyday wardrobe in autumn and winter while others went unused.

But they didn't need to stay with you anymore. You could take them again whenever you wanted now. Along with everything that was his, he was yours. 

You gathered them all into one of the smaller boxes and hurried off to his room. The prison in the living room hadn’t gotten much bigger, and your blue eyed boyfriend was nowhere to be seen as you peeked in to check. Probably trying to take the last few boxes in one trip, you supposed. 

The closet door was ajar in their room when you arrived and you slid it open the rest of the way with your foot. Always clean and neat, not a thing was out of place about his signature black—with hints of gray or dark blue, when they felt like it—clothing.

Save for the soft, knitted green froggy hat that caught your eye on one of the shelves. You set your box next to it and picked it up, toying with the puffed up eyes sewn at the top. 

It found its way into their everyday wardrobe, thanks to your occasional teasing after he went along with your prank. Once in a while he’d wear it, and you never even had to ask. Contrasted with his usual appearance it certainly stood out in a crowd. But it always looked comfortable and cute on him. 

The fabric felt softer than a plushie. You wondered how comfy it really was, seeing how you'd never worn it yourself. But you couldn’t get sidetracked. Reluctantly, you put the silly hat back and got to work.

Only a few items had been put in their rightful places when the prized possession caught your eye again barely a minute later. It looked so sad on the shelf all alone, the little sewn-on smile tugged at your heartstrings. You had to wear it. There was enough unpacking done already. You could stand to use a break, even for a second.

You hurried to grab it, humming to yourself as you lifted it into the air.

“Angel,” the hat’s real owner suddenly called. Their gentle, raspy voice sounded closer than you expected. You looked up to find your ever so silent stalker of a boyfriend watching you from the doorway with an amused gaze. Your eyes went wide and you froze, the froggy hat held high in your grasp as if you were crowning royalty. “Robbin’ me again, love?”

Your face felt warm. “...Um, no,” you lied unconvincingly, too embarrassed to sound calm. “I'm actually returning things.”

“Hm. ‘Think this one suits y’better than me, though.” [REDACTED] stepped closer to pluck the hat from your hands. The soft, knitted fabric slid over your head, then he gently adjusted the ear flaps. “Cute.”

Before he could make another comment, you scrambled to offer a different topic. “Did you finish unloading? You could help me with unpacking in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, give me a minute.” His cool fingers moved to frame your face and lightly squish your heated cheeks. Pale blue eyes sparkled less with mischief, more focused now as they slowly looked you over in silence. He was probably tucking the sight away in his mind to tease you about later. “I'm real happy you moved in,” he said quietly.

Oh. You didn't expect that. “Me too.”

He smiled at your agreement and kissed your forehead, then leaned down. “Really happy,” he repeated between soft pecks to your lips.

Those few innocent kisses soon turned to longer and longer ones that left you wanting. Eventually you had to pull a few inches away with a hand placed to their chest. Tempting as it was to get distracted, there was a lot left to do.

He seemed to read your mind, cheeks tinged pink as he wrapped his hand over yours to keep you close. The doodled label you'd given them earlier was still proudly displayed on their skin. “So… kitchen?”

You nodded. And then got embarrassed all over again when he readjusted the hat that slipped to obscure your vision with fuzzy green fabric in the process.

“Maybe I should leave this here for now,” you said as you yanked it off. The hat plopped awkwardly in the box still full with the rest of his stuff and stared back at you. “I’ll put it away later, I swear. I’m not stealing it.”

Your partner said nothing, thankfully. Only smiled and led you out of the room by your entwined hands. You were careful not to smudge the inked letters on the back of their palm.

[totallynottinsel]

Thorin carrying their baby around attending to kingly duties -

Self-indulgent lil fic because MORE GIRL DAD THORIN AND BILBO! I WILL SPREAD THE AGENDA

Entering the lively world of parenthood had been the greatest unexpected gift they had received. Little Evîrdeen had become the newest princess under the mountain, though she had already tired out her fathers quite a bit at only a few months old. Thorin had a good amount of experience helping to raise Fili and Kili since they were born, and Bilbo having to deal with tricky hobbit fauntlings stealing from his garden. Though a child of their own had promised to be a completely different thing entirely.

She was a gentle being, sharing all sorts of traits from the both of them---including a bit of a short temper. She would wake up at various hours of the night, either hungry or needing a change or simply wanting to be held. Thorin had been taken up by his duties as king, spending early morning's out and late nights sleepless, so Bilbo offered to help out the best he could and keep care of Evîrdeen on his own for a while. He insisted on being able to handle her on his own, regardless of the company's desire to lighten his work. That had caught up to him rather quick, unfortunately.

One morning Bilbo tossed in bed, feeling the aches of the past few days getting to him. He laid on his side, eyes still adjusting to the early light as he watched Thorin dress for the day. More formal than usual, as he had a meeting with ambassadors from across the land to discuss potential allyship. Bilbo smiled his way fondly, enjoying the sight till he was reminded by soft baby coo's that he should've been out of bed already. As he sat himself upward, he was put to a stop by a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Rest, Amrâl." Said Thorin. "I won't let you wear yourself out for my sake."

"You're sure? You've got a full plate for today; I could pull through..." A telltale yawn waved over Bilbo's words, and his head found its way to lay on top of his husband's hand. "Hm, staying in bed does sound rather nice. Would be better if you could as well." Bilbo certainly would have put up a better excuse for him not to go if his energy hadn't been melted to the end of its wick. Long gone had the lazy mornings of the two of them cradled in each others warmth for as long as they desired---at least for the time being, till Evîrde was more on their hour of wake. (Hopefully)

"I'm all yours tonight," Thorin planted a kiss to his forehead. "If you can wait."

"I suppose I'll have to," Bilbo's head fell back onto the pillow, sighing. "Does that mean you'll be making us dinner as well?"

Thorin should have seen himself walking right into that one. "If you'd like?"

"As long as you're not planning on re-heating the soup I made."

Thorin decided to take his leave then before more of his plans were exposed. Evîrde had been rolling about in her crib, laying on her stomach making burbled giggles. Thorin grabbed the cotton sling and fastened it across his chest, scooping her up and into the carrier. It was far easier to go around with both your hands at the ready, whether if danger should arise or, in Thorin's case---various papers to surely be skimmed and signed. Bilbo had tried out the sling a few times himself, though he preferred to use an arm. (and quite frankly enjoyed watching Thorin tote their daughter everywhere far more) He remembered rarely spotting such a useful tool in the Shire, a basket strapped to your back to help with two or more fauntlings at once, if any at all. Evîrde had seemed to grow used to her trips, aside from the occasional fussing to signal she had grown tired of it.

"Oh, would you look at her," Balin grinned as the baby reached her arms out wide to grasp the ends of his beard curiously. "Sweetest one there is. And how is Bilbo? Getting some shut-eye, I'd hope. Ran into the poor lad the night before rummaging about the kitchen completly jumpy."

"All he's been drinking as of late is that remedy Dáin introduced him to. He swears by it,"

"Ah, that.. coffee, I believe it was? Strange thing, but no less expected from Dáin Ironfoot."

Evîrde, incredibly intrigued by the odd rumble of indistinguishable words flowed between the two, listened silently before a sneeze jarred her. A second one followed and she seemed confused, tucking her head back under Thorin's chin to drift away to sleep again. "Have they arrived?"

"That they have. You'd best be on your way," Balin nodded. "Fíli's already greeted them."

One of them, at the very least, when Thorin found him. Just around the corner of the meeting hall he'd spotted his nephew necking with the Mirkwood ambassador. Suddenly he wanted to take Evîrde's non existent sleep schedule over Fíli and Kíli's inconvenient affairs any day of the month. The two quickly separated after noticing his appearance. "I believe we'll be discussing this later." He spoke lowly as Fíli passed him by, who only sighed accepting his fate in reply. The Mirkwood elf (name of Greglorindel, as he told. A victim of Thranduil's bidding, no doubt) offered many apologies and politely took his seat at the table.

Along with Mirkwood's ambassador had been Bain, son of Bard the Bowman, though still a young boy in the eyes of men. He had shown interest in taking up charge of Dale, helping his father in its reconstruction and allyship with Erebor. Out of them all, Thorin had grown rather fond of the boy and his resilience. He had gifted Evîrde a wooden toy not long after her birth.

"Hail Thorin, son of Thráin. My lord offers his greetings to you," Said the ambassador of Rohan, bowing a head to the dwarf, though quirking a brow at the sight of the peaceful baby strapped to his chest. He kept whatever immediate comments he had brewing in his head to himself.

"And what does the Mad King truly wish to gain under his greetings?" Thorin eyed the ambassador and his accompanied men with a stern glare. The men looked amongst themselves with wavering concern.

"I can assure you, my Lord Fengel wishes nothing more than to seek allies here in these great mountains and woods. Whatever stories you may have heard, they are surely false..."

"But it is true!" Bain exclaimed, startled by the boom in his voice, quickly shrinking back. "Sorry. If I may speak?"

Thorin signaled the boy to carry on with a nod.

"My Da and I had spoke to a family that said they fled from your land, to get away from the King. They said he was a gold stealer, taken by greed. That's why they call him the Mad King, isn't it?"

Gold stealer. Thorin's chest tightened at the word; he knew Bain nor his father would lie of such accusations. What he did not know for certain was where King Fengel's desires lay in regards to not only the shared wealth of the mountain, but of his people, their neighbors, his family. Evîrdeen. Bilbo. The greed of men knew little of when to stop. He brought a hand to rest over his daughter's back to soothe her fidgeting.

"And we are supposed to believe the words of a child?" The man of Rohan spat.

"The boy speaks true. And I can say my lord Thranduil would neither like to forage an alliance with those of thieves who steal from their own people." Said Greglorindel. "Tell us what you seek in these hills and forests."

"I say, we were hardly expecting to be lured here just to be insulted---"

"You came here with your own free will. Do not mock those who I trust at my council, if that is all you sought to do." Thorin's voice trickled with promising venom, though it was drowned out by the other's beginning a fierce argument. The loud shouts startled Evîrde from her nap, and she grabbed at her father's braids, somewhat having learned it got his attention. When all he did was move her hands away she squirmed, fussing uncomfortably.

"Outrageous, these claims!"

"We can't let a Mad man into our homes--!"

"Utterly uncivilized---"

Thorin blew out some air as he paced the room, gently bouncing Evîrde in an attempt to calm her. "If all you intended to bring to us was ill tidings, then I suggest you leave." He peered at the men, who continued to show him little respect. Evîrde tugged at his braid far more aggressively the second time around, but it kept her distracted. "You may tell your King he will not find what he wants here. Least he come to speak to me himself."

When the meeting had met its swift end not long after, and the men of Rohan left bitterly---surely telling their king of the stubborn fashion dwarves wore. Bain and Greglorindel had promised to spread the message to keep an eye out for Rohan and its King alike.

Thorin walked along the halls as Evîrde cried from the whole ordeal. He spoke to her softly and cradled her close, though it failed to comfort her entirely. When he tried singing it slowly started to chip away her sadness; it had worked in the past, as Thorin would often sing to her as his own mother had done when he was a newborn. Bilbo had admitted his fondness of his singing voice as well, which the hobbit immensely regretted---as that led to Thorin teasing him for an entire week.

When Evîrde had calmed later on Thorin brought her to the kitchen in search of a morning bite. He offered her small spoonfuls of the mashed berry medley Bombur had concocted. The kitchen had become an odd sort of gathering spot for the company, and it was easy for Fíli and Kíli to find their way to it. Thorin was certain they had just been following him.

"It was really that bad?" Kíli asked as he booped Evîrde's nose with a finger.

"Oh, it was." Fíli practically cackled. When Thorin flashed him a silent stare as in 'you're still in trouble', he coughed back his words. "At least I think. I wouldn't know."

"Well, what did the men say?"

"They shared word of the Lord of Rohan and his interest in Erebor and the surrounding land. I know enough of that man and his greed to say our doors will not be open for him." Thorin scoffed.

"Greed? So he's---ow!" Kíli pulled his hand away when Evîrde decided to bite his finger. "He's what?"

"He's a gold hoarder, isn't he? Can't say I haven't heard a few stories myself. Word travels far when your whole land hates you." Fíli shrugged, patting his brother on the back as he held his wounded finger.

"That it does." Thorin wondered if he would have become like Fengel, or something worse if he hadn't been freed from his sickness. To be entranced without escape for the rest of your days, fed by gold, by fear, by power. To turn you cold and heartless, a monstrous thing hidden under the mask of a man. Pain still struck him for all he had done under such vile influence; no good soul deserved to be trapped by such horrible curse, not even the most egregious elves.

Evîrdeen pawed at the intricate beads lacing his hair, and her glimmering brown eyes---ever so much like Bilbo---looking up to him, made him smile against the thoughts batting his head. He did not know how he became worthy of such incredible blessings, but he would not waste them for a moment of his coming life.

"So, we're not getting free horses then?" Kíli frowned. "That's their whole thing, isn't it? The ro... rohrrm? Rohim? Close enough."

"Pretty sure it's rohimmer." Fíli corrected.

"Sounds right to me."

"You can find your own horses," Said Thorin. "Whatever misshapen peace offerings King Fengel has to offer, he can shove it straight to his---"

"Excuse me! What did I say about swearing in front of the baby?" Strangely on cue, Bilbo was standing behind them all. Clad in his checkered robe and hands on his hips.

For a moment Thorin stared back at him cluelessly. "I wasn't--?"

"Yes, yes you were. I can tell when you're about to."

"She can't even understand a word we're saying!" Kíli raised his hands up defensively.

"She will eventually!" Bilbo stomped over and waved Fíli and Kíli away, reaching out a hand for Evîrde to grasp once she spotted him. "You may be half dwarf, but good manners come first and foremost."

"Ouch. When did we ever have bad manners?" Fíli looked to Kíli, who raised his shoulders unknowingly.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?" Asked Thorin.

"Well, I was, but I got peckish and drank up the last of that coffee, and now I can do everything but sleep. Not mention all the racket that's been going on." Bilbo wasn't going to touch on the absolute atrocity of Nori 'borrowing' his favorite mug for the third time that month. He grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl and aggressively tried to peel it, only to realize it was fake. "Why do we even have this!?"

"Dori says it's nice decor, or something." Kíli grabbed a handful of the faux food himself and went on to juggle it as Fíli cheered for his act.

"Well, how has your morning been? From the sound of it not very... fruitful." Bilbo gestured with the orange in his palm.

"To put it simply, we will not find ourselves allied with Rohan." Thorin explained, lifting Evîrde up and out of the sling when she had begun to wave her hands at Bilbo to hold her.

"Suppose it was worth a try---oh, hello darling." Bilbo's spirits lightened back up as he took her into his arms. "You've had quite the day so far, haven't you?" He took her grabbing at his ears and curls for a 'yes' of sorts. Thorin certainly looked as if he'd had an anvil dropped on his head, as far as he could tell by his unamused stare. Fíli and Kíli were hardly helping by trying to get him to juggle fake fruit with them. "What else have you got for today?"

A telling grin spread across Thorin's lips. "As the meeting was cut short, I believe I have time to spare till the next."

And that was how all three of them ended back in bed, snug and warm under the layers of blankets and fluffed pillows to max relaxation. Evîrdeen wouldn't complain about the chance of another quiet nap, curling up to Bilbo's chest. Thorin linked an arm over them both, spooning Bilbo from behind, applying soft kisses to the crook of his neck every now and then. Each found themselves falling asleep easily. Strange men, fake fruit, Elven affairs and missing mugs be damned---they decided to take a royal day off.

[numbuh424]

Hello! I’d love to request Mello as Willy Wonka for Halloween 🫶 thank you so much!!!

cursed with looking good in everything he wears 🍫 thank you for requesting!

[hellsitegenetics]

Hello hellsitegenetics! I gotta tell you, you are my favourite blog in this digital jungle and your work really brings a smile to my face (: it's very cool, keep it up! Every time I see the phrase "string identified" i imagine a robot voice saying that (as a lead up to an output) which makes it very funny when it appears in a reblog - just wanted to tell you that. Anyways, I actually have a real question for you: What's your favourite "string identified" so far?

Greetings from a biology nerd!

String identified: tgtc! gtta t , a at g t gta g a a g a t ac (: t' c, t ! t t a "tg t" ag a t c ag tat (a a a t a tt) c a t t aa a g - t at t t tat. Aa, acta a a a t : at' at "tg t" a?

Gtg a g !

Closest match: Neoneuromus ignobilis isolate Gutianshan chromosome 5 Common name: Dobsonfly

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[nolookeyyy]

i thought it was matcha 💔

[rememberwhouare]

THE WALKING DEAD 2010-2022

1.01 Days Gone Bye

8.01 Mercy

I live for stuff like this.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Headcannon Jess Mariano Learned How To Be A Player From Tony Micelli