#does this work as one? lmk!

[pngblog]

[fleecefaint]

stu doing the Ghostface calls (or calling Billy) but in the ‘businessman does work lying in bed like schoolgirl’ pose

"YOU FINGERED THE WRONG GUY.,,, AGAIN!"

lol ok anon

[shalomniscient]

jingliu angst where she only tolerates you cus u remind her of baiheng sjjahagsab im dead

[nsft utc]

tw. mentions of vomiting (?), unhealthy/toxic dynamic, identity loss

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

it began back on your home planet, ravaged and carved by interastral powers of all its resources, leaving behind a gnawing, gaping hole in the ground and the hearts and bellies of its people. you once mourned your more normal childhood—but the hunger in your stomach and in your soul consumed that too. your meals were few and far between, snatched from the hands of other starving husks, and it was the only joy you ever had as a child. the trickery and the thrill. it’s the only joy you get to keep into adulthood, a twisted elation that grants you a place in the cosmic court of jesters; the masked fools.

it’s—predictably—fun. trickery and thrill are the bread and butter of the fools. your mask affords you many, many opportunities for both, and though you have never had your belly achingly empty since, that hunger in your soul is not so easily sated. now, what you crave is the rush, the adrenaline, the oxytocin. and so you dance on marble floors with a different face each time, with partners who either wish you dead or in their beds, the space between you measured in an unfathomable amount of risk which you exchange for an unfathomable amount of thrill. you scamper along the length of this cosmic ballroom like a starving, feral fox in tall grass, the red of your fur as inviting as the white of your teeth are sharp. you hunt and you haunt, seeking something to fit between your aching teeth, something that will burst on the sharp point of your canines and smear your lips with pure elation and maybe satisfy that abyssal hunger in your psyche.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

and you have never seen more tantalizing a meal than a devil with a coffin and a woman who seeks to kill a god. she holds the tip of a ice-hewn blade beneath your chin the first time you meet, nicking the delicate skin of your neck, just above your pulse. you swallow. let out a laugh that sounds like a barking fox, and the woman’s sword falters. surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for you to convince her to let you tag along on her fool’s errand. it’s almost poetic. you learn of her name—jingliu. it’s pretty. rolls off your tongue. jingliu doesn’t bother to learn yours, but she calls you fox. you don’t mind the scrap of attention. after all, you’ve spent your whole life living off scraps.

travelling with jingliu (and by extension, luocha) does not lack for excitement. the road to deicide is paved with elation, even if your blue-haired companion refuses to see it. through battle and through the long travel between star systems in pursuit of the great fleet, you get somewhat closer to jingliu. it doesn’t take very long for you to slip into her bedroll (or cot, depending where you are). mara, you find, though cannot be cured can certainly be sated; much like the permanent hunger that curls in your belly. jingliu fucks you until neither of you are coherent enough to feel much of anything, madness or hunger. it’s an arrangement you find yourself enjoying. and as a by-product of such intimacy, you learn more about jingliu. her mannerisms, her illness—her past. she doesn’t tell you any of this, of course, but you can put two and two together from the things she lets slip deep in the throes of some nightmare after fucking you senseless. she gets many of those. the pattern is always the same. at first, she’ll sleep relatively soundly. but then, her brow creases, and her lip curls, and she angrily mutters a few names under her breath; a certain dan feng and yingxing. she curses them, then almost makes a noise like a sob, and something else leaves her lips— another name, but this time spoken with heartache and longing.

baiheng.

it doesn’t take much to infer that this baiheng was someone jingliu cared very much about. though when you ask luocha more about her, he reveals a little detail that makes her moderately more interesting—baiheng was a foxian. in some ways, that makes you similar to her, even though foxian you are not. the thought amused you once, as you looked back upon jingliu’s restless, sleeping form. perhaps jingliu saw her lost lover in you. how… quaint. the assumption never bother you, not really—until she starts to call for baiheng while she’s fucking you.

you’re no stranger to casual sex. even before jingliu, you never lacked for partners eager to share a bed with you. no, the fucking itself isn’t the problem—it’s how she’s fucking you. it isn’t with the detachment and pure lust like you’re used to. instead it’s almost like she cares, hands gentle on your hips as she drives her cock in and out of your greedy cunt. she fills you like she never wants for you to want for anything anymore, and even though you know it isn’t you this affection is for, that jingliu is barely even aware that you’re you and not baiheng, you can’t help but devour it feverishly every time.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and like this, with jingliu’s cock filling your pussy as she deliriously presses the shape of a dead woman’s name against your neck, you finally feel full.

and it makes you sick.

you crawl out of her embrace and spill your guts every time she falls asleep. your body utterly rejects the feeling—you’ve been so used to starving that the sensation of being full turns you ill. and yet, you can’t seem to push her away. you always come back, always relax under her touch, always pliant for her just to chase that brief, beautiful high you’ve never been able to find anywhere else only to bleed it once she’s done. your heart’s a pythagorean cup; a little too much and you’re spilling over. but you’re so greedy for it, still greedy for her. of all things it is affection that’s the most potent drug you’ve ever tasted, beyond the cheap thrill of oxytocin and adrenaline—even if none of it is meant for you, even if it’s just scraps. but that’s fine.

after all—you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and if that means wearing the face of a dead woman and letting the hunger finally devour you whole, then so be it.

[lunar-wandering]

do y'all think Macaque is falling back into the role that Azure and the others put on him by remaining on the outskirts of the group because he thinks his input/presence is unwanted (and yeah his presence isn't really wanted by MK and the others BUT. something about the fact Macaque is placing himself at the edge of the group, the edge that Azure and the others pushed him to, doesn't really sit well)

[kvtnisseverdeen]

taylor swift: folklore (2020) + minimalist posters

[intotheelliwoods]

Collaborative 2AL Comic Calling and Info!

Oh BOY did this blow up...

Ive polished up dialogue and framing, in total there should be 30 panels, exactly the tumblr image limit haha! Everyone who is participating gets to draw a panel! I will message you the dialogue, and a general layout once I get everyone in! :) I look forward to this!

30/30 Participants [full!]

If you are interested in joining, please message me here on tumblr or Discord! [Discord would be preferred in the long run]

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-> Deadline for panels?

2 Weeks! Hoping everything can be ready to go to post by September 24th!

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-> What style to use?

Your own! I would love it if you can have as much fun as you can making the panel! The more unique each panel is the better, I dont want to constrict anyones artistic ability outside dialogue, where characters are in a room, and a vague framing idea/expressions.

As for coloring, fully colored and digital would be preferred! Just blue blobs can also work! With the exception of 4 specific panels, flashback panels, in a black/white/red scheme to help differentiate what panel is a flashback, and what panel isnt. I will let you know if your panel is one of those specific 4!

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-> How will posting and crediting work?

When the panels are all done, I will gather them up into a singular post on this blog. Below the comic itself in order of panels would be everyones @ to the blog they want credited, Multiple blogs can also be credited ofc (For example If you drew panel 3 you will be the third @ on the list)

You are also free to add a signature or @ to your blog in the panel art itself!

[peachcott]

[ store ] 🌱 january update

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✦ 2023 stock leftovers available :3 as its a new site, please let me know if you encounter any issues so i can fix them! i hope you find something you like!!💖 🌱SHOP: peachcott.com 🌱

you can use the code "HAPPY" for 15% off for the rest of january!! ♪(´▽｀)

[imminent-danger-came]

MK: "We don't have any other option! We have to trust him." Red Son: "*laughs* Great speech noodle boy! Super motivational!"

(2x00 Revenge of the Spider Queen)

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Red Son: "*laughs maniacally* I, Red Son, will bind the powers of the celestial artifacts with Spider Queen's own venom, save my father, and reforge the world as I see fit! *more maniacal laughter*" Mei: "Red Son that was amazing!" MK: "Such a good hero speech!" Red Son: "-Villain speech! And perhaps my best of all time!"

(2x00 Revenge of the Spider Queen)

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Lady Bone Demon: "Save your hero speech child—I've existed long enough to know when it's over. MK: "You still think that the universe really wants anything, from any of us?" Lady Bone Demon: "Don't you?"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Sun Wukong: “ENOUGH! I’ve never let anyone dictate my destiny in the past, and I’m not about to start now. None of us are! We can’t change who we were yesterday or in a past life, or a hundred life times ago! We live with the choices we’ve made, for what matter is the choices we make RIGHT NOW! Only we decide who we are and what we do with the power we have!”

Curse MK: "Nice hero speech bud! But I know better—deep in your hearts, you don't believe a word of that."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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Hero speech.

[once-ina-blue-moon]

losers. idiots. dare I say buffoons.

[synthshenanigans]

Jashtober Day 7- Entropy

Very very lightly based on Dream (Outro from Calamity)

[cream-and-tea]

HEADS UP SEVEN UP!

i was tagged by @onomatopiya (tyyy sm <3) and the last seven lines i wrote are from the judge and calliope oneshot (which is getting DANGEROUSLY close to cracking 6000 words. lesbian devotion complex win ig)

But Judge is kissing her. She is kissing her soft and tender and slow like she is something precious to hold, treasure, have even though all he’s ever deserved is her tearing him apart with her teeth. Instead she cards a hand through his hair, smiles against his lips, touches her like a lovely thing which means I like you and I want you here with me because I think it’s good and I think you can be good. Because I like you. Because I forgive you, because I want you whole, want you happy, want you safe, want to find you in the centre of the labyrinth, want to keep you. Want to keep you even though you’re awful. Want to keep you want to keep you, want you you you even though it’s me and I could have chosen a thousand better things a thousand times over.

i'll tag @encrucijada @andromedaexists @peresephones @sabinabardot @keen2meecha @kaiusvnoir and @meerawrites !!

[weaselishmcdiesel]

there should be a homestuck webring and i should be a part of it

[foxgonyoom]

Lessons we learned in LMK Season 4:

Episode 1:

Be afraid.

Episode 2:

If your friends get sucked into a nightmare scroll, you should jump in it too.

Episode 3:

If there’s a ghost, don’t fight him. Words are much more effective at making him cry.

Episode 4:

Feeding customers is more important than escaping an angry mob.

Episode 5:

“What are you Thor, the God of Hammers?!”

Episode 6:

Cats are more reliable for bringing your friend back to their senses than motivational speeches.

Episode 7:

We’re pretty good at faking it til we making it so you better start TAKING IT SON!

Episode 8:

Shit’s complicated

Episode 9:

Fuck up that lion man!

Episode 10:

When all else fails, return to monke.

[httpiastri]

Hi, I started watching f2 this year and I had question if you can answer: why do some of Franco's fans hate on drivers like Paul?

hmmmm im not sure if im the right person to ask, but i think it's because fans from certain countries (such as argentina) are very very passionate about their drivers? so when they have a driver such as franco who's doing well and driving in f2, they're extremely supportive when he does well, but they also get quite protective when things go wrong. if you check out the f2 ig comment section of posts where franco has scored points, there will be tons of argentinian comments cheering him on, which is lovely and im sure franco is very thankful for their support!! but then in cases such as when paul was upset about franco's overtake during the last lap of imola, they get defensive instead 🤷‍♀️

[imminent-danger-came]

So, I love the Eldritch Abomination MK TheoryTM. Really hope they are going for something like that. I do wonder, though, if they'll do this by making MK secretly one of the other celestial monkies. There are two appart from Wukong and Macaque mentioned in JTTW, though not much is said beyond "They exist, they are called this and can do that." The one I am thinking of is the Long Armed Gibbon, who's said to be able to move the sun and moon. The show does cut out to space a lot when MK does something big with his powers.

“The first,” said Tathagata, “is the Stone Monkey of Numinous Wisdom, who knows transformations, recognizes the seasons, discerns the advantages of earth, and is able to alter the course of planets and stars. The second is the Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey, who has knowledge of yin and yang, understands human affairs, is adept in its daily life and able to avoid death and lengthen its life. The third is the Tongbi Gibbon, who can seize the sun and the moon, shorten a thousand mountains, distinguish the auspicious from the inauspicious, and manipulate planets and stars. The fourth is the Six-Eared Macaque who has a sensitive ear, discernment of fundamental principles, knowledge of past and future, and comprehension of all things. These four kinds of monkeys are not classified in the ten categories [of life], nor are they contained in the names between Heaven and Earth.” (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 115).

(A Quick Study of the Four Celestial Primates from Journey to the West)

EAMK Theory™ has the potential to be applied in a lot of different ways, which is part of the reason I'm so fond of it! Maybe MK is a celestial primate, maybe he's something else, who knows!

But, say MK was originally a celestial primate...

Out of the 2 other primates, the Long Armed Gibbon definitely feels the most applicable to MK:

seizing the sun and moon,

shortening a thousand mountains,

distinguish the auspicious from inauspicious,

and manipulating the planets and stars.

It's also interesting that both the stone monkey and the long armed gibbon are described as "altering the course/manipulating the planets and stars". It's hard to say anything more on the matter because we know so little about the other celestial primates, but in regards to long arms.....

[good-beanswrites]

Translyrics for Eve's 名前も知らないあなたに恋をした (I fell in love with you without even knowing your name). I thought the song was so cute and fun and silly, I really wanted to try my hand at some lyrics! They're under the cut and my commentary is in the tags :3

A late-night restaurant, always in the same seat over there and

Smoking a cigarette, I see it rise and run through your hair.

Oh, what to do? I look at you and feel my heart race.

"Not much to look at, huh," you say while gazing into my face.

Pajamas on and I'm always in the same seat over here, with

Coffee, two scoops of milk, I sip it and I try not to stare.

Oh, what to do? Every line I have sounds way too cliche.

"Let's stick together, huh?" Is all that I could say.

No, I don't know your name, but I fell in love with you the same.

A late-night restaurant, you're here each day each month each week and

Smoking a cigarette, I see it trail and trace on your cheek.

Oh, what to do? I look at you and feel my heart race.

"Not much to look at, huh," you say while gazing into my face.

I bet you like me too,  I tell myself but without success, and

I remind myself it's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, it's --

Oh, what to do? It's time to clear my heart and my head.

"You know you're beautiful," is what I finally said.

No, I don't know your name, but I fell in love with you the same.

Begging on my knees, answer me please!

No, I don't know your name, but I fell in love with you the same.