#don't feel pressure to reply!

[weirdoartist]

1. Doctor x hunter (little nightmares) Kevin x streber (spooky month) and johnny and cb (nekra psaria)

2 idk probably something FNAF related

3 choke you out by rocket gaming

4 puss in boots, the last wish

5 skulduggery pleasant

6, animations by croffetpot on yt

7, burritos

8, burritos

These some pog people fr fr

@therealsnowball1500 @jemimabobs @brokenbones-simp @keikoyume @didsomebodysayjusteat @uma-buyse @ask-roger-the-janitor-stuff @alish-artie @artsar

9 people you would like to get to know better

tysm for the tag @alexmey-does-an-arts!

1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

9 people to tag; @littlegreenwyvy, @garf-official, @d1nosaurpower, @tractor-inside-joke-fucker, @junkydoodlez, @seacrown, @neldu-nak, @darkcanid19, @stormyykat

[crabsnpersimmons]

hi all!

i'll make a proper pinned post one of these days, but since i've been getting a lot of asks lately, i thought i'd lay down some ground rules:

My Ask Box is CLOSED while i rest from artblock

This is not an ask blog or RP blog for my AU characters, if I draw responses to asks/reblogs, it's because i WANT to, but it is not a guarantee that i will do so all the time

I am not taking art requests or commissions at the moment.

It will take me a while to respond to asks 😅 and sometimes i just have no idea how to respond

No unsolicited nsfw asks/messages—i’m an adult, but i’m not comfy discussing nsfw topics with people i don’t know too well

Asks with nothing but a link will be deleted

Rude and/or spamming* asks will be deleted and the users will be blocked—if you meant it in a "friendly" way then let's be friends first! cuz it's kinda uncomfy when a stranger sends you rude messages or repeated messages, yknow? *spamming as in: sending the exact same ask multiple times

I will not be responding to asks that I'm not comfortable with answering, or if I feel like my response could potentially make someone feel uncomfortable

thank you for understanding!

[technicontrastron]

Just got a mail from my MdB (SPD) on why he will vote against the AfD Verbotsprüfung. I know i shouldn't put faith into A. liberal activism and B. the SPD having a spine but the Verbot was my last hope in this system despite knowing it's pitfalls - and now it's gone.

[jabberwick]

not joking or being sarcastic your human bill cipher is easily the best one i have ever seen

I've recieved dozens and dozens of these messages and you're all so sweet and I'm so sorry that i've not responded to any of them, but please know that I read them all and I appreciate it enormously ;;

[lambda-asks]

[continued from here]

"i bet you'd be popular out in space, too. especially if you can sing any genre!" omicron comments. "there's lots of us up there who like music, so i'll be sure to tell my friends about you. and then you can consider your reach intergalactic, hehe!" omicron spins and loops around the air in excitement before stopping with a gasp mid-loop.

"oh, yeah! you must have some merch, right? i remember reading about earth idols selling things with their faces on them and stuff. as your new number one space fan, i would love to buy some for me and my friends!"

@idolmelodies

[rebelscaped]

food truck alley, midday, current time (no specific date) / @anchoragestarters

The remainding few pieces of xiaolongbao he'd ordered had been sat neglected on the bench table long enough that it had started to go cold, the soup having seeped out of one and into the polystyrene tray that held them. Although Kael had never been known for his appetite, it was not because he was not hungry that his lunch had gone ignored but rather that he was much too focused on other things; in particular, inspiration had hit and the most inconvenient moment and he was now stuck scrawling away on a pieces of scrap paper he'd found in his bag. The one he was on right now had been a flyer for something at some point, he hadn't bothered to flip over to check. Songwriting wasn't something with which Kael troubled himself quite as often these days; since he'd joined the band, those duties had fallen into hands besides his own. He harbored no ambitions of going solo but it felt nice to cling to old passions. Besides, the lyrics he penned were often personal and more occasionally, they were too vulnerable to be seen by anybody but Kael. He was fine with this. He might have even considered it a cheaper alternative to therapy. (Or was it more like keeping a diary?)

Of course it came as a shock, then, that a strong gust of wind came in just at that moment and whisked the papers right from under his pen. All Kael could muster as a response was a quiet grunt of surprise. The wind had calmed as quickly as it had picked up, as was the way of Anchorage's unpredictable weather. (He supposed he ought to have been used to that, given how much time he'd spent in London.) Most of the paper had gathered at the legs of another bench. Another occipied bench. Mostly under the bench. "Oh, fuck me sideways," he hissed under his breath, as he pulled himself to his feet and marched over, the gravel crunching noisily under the weight of his heavy New Rocks.

"Ey, if you don't mind moving for a bit, I need under here," said Kael, brusquely. Usually, he'd more polite than this. He wasn't a naturally rude person, but in times as frantic as these, he had a way of forgetting to filter himself. His gaze dropped to the bench table and his eyes widened as he finally noticed that a few sheets had landed squarely in this person's food. (He was so not reimbursing them for this.) Slowly but surely, eye contact was made. "Don't touch that."

[nights-at-crystarium]

I just wanna say thank you for creating vivi’s pov in this story like maybe that sounds silly but truly thank you it makes me think about my wol and some of the things i already thought about and things i never even considered. i’m a bit behind on my reblog thoughts but i’ll return in time. i know you said you never intended for vivi to be relatable but he’s one of my favorite wols ppl have made and i think my wol would resonate with him a lot. i truly love him and can’t wait to see more of what you’ve made for him. also happy 50th episode can’t wait till we get to 100 and beyond! 💜

- @03071012

The secret sauce's that I really enjoy the hero angst and will keep pressing this one button forever. Of course it resonates with some people and their wols, I'm simply trying to articulate that I don't sit there with my lil microscope and obsess over every component that I add to Vivi in order to max his relatability, it happens on its own. Hope this makes sense haha.

I guess I'm wary that the sentiment "it's a well written wol" might spiral into "it's THE wol and you should take inspo", while Vivi does questionable shit that I wouldn't recommend repeating at home. With that being said, if you've read what it says on the tin, and don't expect him to ever change for the better or be a role model at all, you're in for a good time :>

[skyward-floored]

What do you say to someone who leaves a comment on your fic and basically expects you to comment on theirs too

[armenelols]

Yeah I've just realised it's been months since I posted or reblogged or replied to anything on here, so. Yeah. Obligatory announcement that I am still alive and well. My mind got wiped midway through exam season at the end of january and since they then I've been vibing in a stress free world where I am not worried about anything or doing anything

[rimouskis]

I find one on one communication to be occasionally difficult, especially in the early stages of acquaintanceship/friendship! I try but sometimes it's like... hard to be a good conversationalist, you know?

and what I really want is a space to interact with lots of people casually, like, a common space where I could put my thoughts into and people wouldn't feel obligated to respond (as the case might be in a one-on-one conversation), but could if they were so inclined. I just find that format to be so much better for enabling chatter and, eventually, friendships.

What I'm getting at is that I wish I could create a discord server where all the people I want to be friends with could come hang out, except I'm aware that I'd have to have it fully open to all fandom because I don't want it to be exclusive or create an in-group out-group dynamic, as that is toxic, but also I don't have the time or energy to moderate a fully-open-anyone-can-join server. ughhhhhh no good solutions!

[lionfanged]

i have forgotten how to write atticus. nobody look at my shameful attempts to remember.

[face-breaker]

if y'all ever feel bad about your reply speed, notice i just replied to a thread from sept 2023 —

[sjonni33]

this is like. super embarrassing but yeah :/ i ripped my only pair of jeans today, which really sucks :( disability support has until nov 8 to decide over my case and until then i have 0 income except from the tiny bits i scrap by. uhm if anyone could like, spare a euro maybe? i'd be very grateful. i also have things listed in my shop, some are only 1 cent (or whatever you want to pay for it), i also have some stickers here, here and here. some prints here and here . shipping is as low as it can be <3 and i also offer discount codes (use RATASSES for 5% off!!) you can also commission me!!

i'd appreciate any help, even just in the form of sharing this post or reblogging/sharing my art!!

GOAL HAS BEEN REACHED!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!

[botanikos]

𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 / ✰

@discoinfernos asked: “Does it still hurt?” (from Blitz)

No blood fell from open wound, and as far as Stolas could tell, all of his bones were in tact. Despite the deep ache blooming in his chest and one shoulder, he felt fine. It certainly wasn't the worst injury he's ever received, and by that knowledge alone, he deems it unworthy of fussing over. The prince offers a playful and nonchalant wave of a dainty hand. Curvature of beak and mouth slipping into an easy and placating smile. ❝ Not at all, you have nothing to worry about. ❞ Red hues sweep over Blitz, a fracture in the lax nature prior. He leans closer. ❝ What about you—are you. . . Are you alright? ❞

[relentlessgrief]

@ambitionsfolly sent a meme:

"who are you?"

It's the voice that cuts out in the silence that has the seven foot tall undead turn swiftly in surprise.

This part of the academy was quiet. And whenever in public spaces, regardless of the presence of another, Connor makes himself less--no secondary set of arms out in the open, and nor a tentacle in sight out in the open.

It's all tucked in underneath the robe. Being a skeleton was more than enough. Too much, for some. But if there was any place safe, it would be to linger amongst the wizards--the scholars who are always seeking to push the limits.

"Oh. Hello."

Perched atop the undead's shoulder is a golden retriever puppy with wings. No doubt a ploy and attempt to appear less... scary. And it worked. Sometimes.

"My name is Connor. Honorary resident of Waterdeep, declared by the Open Lord Laerel Silverhand herself." One of Mystra's chosen and one of the Seven Sisters. A title that the undead can only hope will instill some confidence into the other.

"If I am not working at the smaller academies among the wards of the city, I am working with the Blackstaff Academy. I often teach the risks of necromancy. Powerful magic... but if not used responsibly, well..."

The undead gestures to himself. Then Connor's gaze carefully focuses on the other.

"I don't think I've seen you around before. Who are you?"

[wearejericho]

plotted starter with @awak3andal1v3 from markus.

❝ we've tried everything. we don't know what to do. ❞

it's been almost a month since the androids were freed from the camps; humans are coming back into the city. laws are being passed, new rules are being integrated. it's a lot more of a process than anticipated — but at least it's gaining momentum.

it's so much change. so fast. markus was trying to keep busy. he knew if he slowed down, it'd hit him. and he wasn't ready. but after 2 weeks, he was finally able to go in and out of stasis. he tried to do it daily. it helped with his scatter-brain. his anxiety. and he'd been lucky enough to avoid what was referred to as night terrors — until now.

it'd been a particularly stressful day. markus met with the mayor and the city council to discuss some segregation laws. it went fine, really, until he stepped outside: blinding camera flashes just inches from his face. four different microphones shoved in his direction. going out in public wasn't easy — in fact, it really wasn't safe for him to be alone. everybody knew his name.

'markus, is it true that you came back from the dead?' 'tell us about the moment you realized you had special abilities!' 'do you hate humans for what they did to you?' 'can you confirm the rumors that you had to kill other androids to replace your own parts?" markus doesn't have a problem with answering a question here or there, but it's too much today. he breezes past them, shoves his way into a taxi.

"how did it go?" is what markus is greeted with when he returns to new jericho. ❝ um. it was... okay. it was okay. i just need a moment. ❞ and with that, he closes himself behind a door. it's quiet here. dark. relax, markus. just take a rest. he lowers himself onto one of the mats. androids could enter stasis standing up, but markus had gotten used to laying down. carl always preferred him not to stand - it was unsettling, he said.

so he lies flat and lets his eyes close. what feels like seconds later he is awoken by the sound of screeching in his right ear. he feels weak. he can't see. he can't— oh, fuck. his legs are gone. no. this can't be happening again. but it's so real. he can feel the cold, wet ground. he can hear the distant sound of thunder.

❝ i need help. ❞ called out, alerting the android who had spoken with him just moments earlier. markus rolls himself over, grasping at the floor to drag himself forward. the moment he feels a hand on him his mind fills in the gap: the hands, reaching for him from both sides. this time, he screams. he bats at them as he feels that same arm around his neck. "where are you going?" ❝ stop. please, stop. ❞ markus begs. but the hands keep reaching for him. he's stuck: half awake, half in a nightmare. every time he's touched in reality, a fictitious being is touching him. his eyes stay closed, but any time he does open them it's the junkyard. he's there again. he knows he is. ❝ help! ❞