#headache here I come

[alialucille]

2 essays, storyboard collage, research, cooking exam, math assignments oh and I still haven't studied for my next 6 exams

[buttercupshands]

Sketch dump of month old sketches I forgot to post

[florad0ra]

Disco trolls headcanon yapping

Prince D: "I think your map is a bit outdated" Branch: "Oh he's right look at that, it still has disco"

So, this line in Trolls: World Tour has always kinda bothered me and basically made me spiral one night watching it. How would Branch, a Pop troll who by all accounts is only learning about the other genres in the last 24 hours, know that Disco is an outdated/extinct genre? This is probably just a throwaway line to make the disco is dead joke. but............

Unless, of course, Pop trolls DO know about Disco trolls, and that they are now an extinct genre. Maybe because... For what they know, all that remains of the "disco" trolls have been living amongst them all along

Basically my headcanon boils down to Glitter trolls are Disco trolls that over time have literally been stripped of their genre.

Disco trolls would have left with the Pop trolls after the strings were divided (i like to think that unbeknownst to anyone their own String is hidden in the harp itself, which the pop trolls have, so they're compelled to follow). When the Bergens arrived at the troll tree, the Disco trolls began being picked off at a way faster rate than pop trolls (shiny shiny), establishing Bergentown's very 70s/disco aesthetic as they built their troll-eating society, while subsequently Disco trolls "losing" their own genre due to overconsumption. Eventually, while at the tree they develop the ability to have the iconic glitter farts as a defensive measure, and onwards they become known as Glitter trolls ✨

[umblrspectrum]

got carried away practicing in preparation to make something else

[nanami-is-nanamean]

oh, the pain of having a craving but also having food at home... i will now inflict this despair onto hs!nanami. enjoy.

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nanami sighed, closing the shared dorm fridge for the umpteenth time. just like the last time he checked, there was nothing good stocked. and as much as he'd stop absolutely starving by just caving and plating himself some rice and last nights leftovers, he's craving bahn mis bad and it would be a miserable meal. it would sate his physical hunger, not his mental and emotional one.

its not like he could go out to the nearest convenience store and at the very least, get a simple sandwich—he was also unfortunately dead broke, and he couldn't ask haibara to buy something for him since he's on a mission with geto. something about training the lower years apparently.

while he has asked his senpai for favors in bouts of true desperation, he can't fall back on them either. shoko's in kyoto with utahime, learning about their style of sorcery and doing research on the reverse curse technique, and gojo tagged along with her to deal with 'very important, very boring clan business, nanami!'.

he still remembers his loud, grating voice and the sting of his cheeks getting pinched. 'dont worry, nanami-kun! i'll miss you too! you're the only kind of boring that i like anyways!' he could already feel himself getting annoyed at the kissy noises he made all the way to his car.

and then he was blissfully alone for a week. he cherished the silence and the quiet, relishing in the nature surrounding the campus and exploring its maze-like layout. it felt a little too quiet at times though—expecting a bright and bubbly voice butting in whenever he finds himself in a particularly good mood, cigarette smoke in the more secluded and hidden corners, and the curse energy flares of a pair of irritating senpai.

which is where nanami finds himself sighing at the slim pickings of the pantry. no luck there either. he walks off, resigning himself to leftovers. he sits down with his depressing meal, already hearing and feeling a certain white haired senpai invading his personal space and making fun of his food. 'nanami-kun!' he'd say. 'are you really gonna eat all that?! youre not even making it fancy or whatever you do! but don't worry nanamin—just say the word and i'll treat you to whatever you want.' he'd then flash that aggravating smile, and twirl that black card around his fingers.

maybe when he gets back, he'll take him back on that offer.

[relaxxattack]

every time someone calls moirallegience just an alien qpr i wilt a lil like YEAH thats more or less the CLOSEST human thing but its also Literally Not That. like a qpr is fundanmentally not romantic and thats not even going into moirails whole Actual Purpose of calming ppl down. its just. aughhhhh pisses me off i see the confusion but, as aformentioned, aughhhhh

OH MY GOD THIS HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME TOO.... but i don't want to get petty at the people in my notes always saying "moirails are QPRs!" because in some ways that is the closest human thing so it's hard to be mad...

i think there's definitely some overlap in some ways. but NOT because moirallegiance and qprs are the same at all really, but INSTEAD because both relationships can be outside of popular human norms.

you know... like any relationship.

like the only reason the two really have overlap is because they are both committed emotional partnerships that aren't required to involve sex? that should be true for all romance, even if it's not the norm right now.

they're both just romances* that are unconventional to human norms, which makes people view them as the same thing when they're not.

i think the REAL issue here is that humans insist on using human words to understand things that are just, fundamentally, alien. can't we just appreciate alien romance for being... alien romance?

no, moirallegiance is not platonic, it's romantic. it's just romantic in a way you don't understand, is all. that doesn't invalidate that romance.

*in generalization, most QPRs are not romantic, because they are made up of aroaces who are life partners in a non-romantic way. however i want to disagree with you that none of them are romantic, because that is up to the partners in question.

[felixnorstubblewealthington]

Does he look horrified enough or do I gotta up the trauma factor

Dtiys by: @ask-all-the-kindergarteners

[areptvclown]

Can Dain stop being such a killjoy for 5 minutes? Violet is out here kicking ass, being cunning and intelligent and bonding with not one but two. TWO dragons. He's never happy about any of this. Never congratulates Violet. It's always okay well now you can run. Pick the smaller, weaker dragon.

Dude. Shut the fuck up.

Dain has one character trait and it's red flag.

[hoboblaidd]

I lost a follower over those. I guess the puns were egging them on.

[peepeepoopoomonster69420]

what are we, some kind of league of legends?

[moonsidesong]

anyway my cool list (some of these i have started but never finished...)

[hellneedsaruler]

I’m here for one reason and one reason only and it’s merlin edits to “Nobody’s soldier” by Hozier and thank.

[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlebreeze until mi becomes PoV day 1508

migraine :(

[lycankeyy]

Host changes suck reeeeal. Bad. This one's better than some of the ones in the past because I've been like. Developing for months like some sort of Parasite feeding off Gold's Personality but it's still this wack feeling of. Yeah I'm the same person but I'm not. I'm taking away all these people who know us's friend. I don't identify with some of the same things you associate with him. I'm not the same species. I'm not the same colors. I'm not really the same person. I'm not him. Idk. Weird

[kikathedemon]

Guess I'm back at my bullshit again, qnd right on time for Christmas. Yaay.

[oculusxcaro]

Things Your Muse Will Notice About Mine (Repost, don't reblog.)

What they look like: Plain, worn out and and weary despite her relative youth. There is a certain look of poor health about her at this point which seems to be worsening as time goes on. She's attentive enough despite the growing dullness in her eyes and her overall appearance suggests she's trying in spite of it all. Could be mistaken as anybody going through burnout or struggling with the difficulties of working with the public... What they smell like: Usually smells like whatever's being served at Pauli's like bacon, steak and fries, strawberry milkshakes and pancakes. Beneath the pleasant aroma of unhealthy fast food, there's notes of plain moisturizer, sanitizer and cheap soaps as though she can't get enough of showers outside of work. What they taste like: Iron, cheap toothpaste and honey on rare occasions. It's not recommended to kiss her. What they sound like: Her voice is usually soft but carries a definite non-Gothamite accent no matter how hard she tries to mimic it. Due to this she speaks as monotone as possible, her speech frequently cluttered with umms and uhh's what with having become forgetful of certain words. When angered or flustered her true accent comes out as a British accent (usually accompanied by harsh words and insults). Doesn't make much sound when not talking but her breathing has become noticably laboured as of late, huffing when it's hot and/or dry. What they feel like:ㅤ Soft and strangely cold to the touch even during warm weather. She usually jerks away from others when they get too close unless she trusts them a lot to which she'll open up gradually, showing off more of her real personality than her polite/guarded persona. There's a growing sense of resignation about her, as though she's stopped caring so much about things or is coming to terms that things can't be changed. There's real patience now and perhaps a certain deal of regret, inclining her to be warmer towards friends now.

Tagged byStolen From: @gnarledbite a while back, I think?? Tagging: Whoever would like to do it!

What they look like: A horrific amalgamation of knotted pale flesh, thousands of eyes, tumours and human teeth embedded throughout its vast form. A deceptively large entity, it is able to squeeze through sewer tunnels in pursuit of prey yet is tall enough to peer into second story windows when daring to venture from its underground refuge. Its head is wide and bullet-shaped, almost like a shark's snout but much more blunted and heavy. This mouth is filled with hundreds of smaller eyes and flat teeth with one very large eye situated at the back of its gullet when it opens its cavernous maw. Underneath its long flabby body are many mangled limbs that work in tandem to creep, amble and drag the creature along in an asymmetrical gait. At the back where a tail should be is a twisted lump of flesh that resembles a human female curled up in the fetal position, her face twisted into an expression of frozen agony. What they smell like: Smells like wet death and whatever fetid waterways it's been crawling around in. ㅤCuriously seems to lack much of its own scent other than ozone and a strange moist aroma when wet but spilling its dark blood will cause it to reek of ammonia and unknown chemical substances. Breath is foul and stinks of blood and/or whatever it recently ate. What they taste like: Rancid and with an indescribably disgusting flavour somewhere between bad fish and ammonia. Spitting it out won't stop the tingling sensation (or growing pain) in your mouth. Why did you taste this thing? You should never have tasted this thing... What they sound like: The sewers it inhabits echo with distant moans, rumbles and growls that, at first, might sound like like they're coming from some sort of animal but soon you'll come to realize no earthly creature those kind of sounds. Once it realizes prey is nearby, it'll Immediately switch up and start speaking juttery, nonsensical words and phrases in an odd, distorted tone, as though mimicking voices it's heard before. Occasionally forms simple sentences, usually consisting of begging or pleading for something. DO NOT BE FOOLED BY ANYTHING IT SAYS. IT IS ATTEMPTING TO LURE PREY CLOSER

What they feel like:ㅤ Slippery like a frog but oddly thick and rubbery in places without eyes/teeth, kind of like a dolphin if it were incredibly fat and bumpy? It is deathly cold to the touch and a sensation like throbbing or pulsing can be felt beneath the layers of its tumour-ridden, flabby hide. If you haven't been shocked by a lethal dose of electricity at this point, this pulsing is due to continual cellular growth occuring within the body and is not a heartbeat. AVOID PHYSICAL CONTACT AT ALL COSTS.