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[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[sillylittle-man]

internet uh um.. [insert preference here] :3

Internet is a great way to send people hugs when they are feeling down. Even though sometimes the internet can be a little annoying and rude I think it can still be used to brighten someone's day.

[captain-astors]

The Crown Prince

[whoslaurapalmer]

so in the book of bill there's a part where he gets a bunch of old ladies to make like, precious moments-style figurines of him called The Tri Angels Collection by PudgyLilDarlins, and I was immediately super amused and charmed by this one --

which I was then Compelled to recreate, out of model magic

[secondbeatsongs]

"The Nights" with every second beat removed

[brucewaynehater101]

do you have any gut wrenching ideas about dick and tim, especially with their shared backstory of meeting at the circus?

dick and tim both have their problems but their relationship in the comics is often very close and they mean so much to me. they are the brothers ever and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands.

ahem...anyways, clearly I personally have a lot of feelings about them but id love to hear your thought.

Hmm.... If you want gut-wrenching HCs about Tim and Dick being the brothers ever (with a special flare about their shared past)...

[Imma fuck around with canon]

Tim is stated to have a photographic/eidetic memory (not sure if it's specifically stated as such in canon). I think Dick lost most of his possessions between when his parents died and when Bruce picked him up. For both canon and our own sake, let's pretend there are no taped copies of the Graysons (Tim supposedly was only able to find out since he was there).

Therefore, Tim, with his memory and the photograph, is able to recall more about Dick's parents' faces than Dick is by the time they meet again eight or so years later.

Dick has memories of flying through the air with them, of warm hugs, and of soft melodies in their native tongue, but time has blurred their features.

This is why Tim goes out of his way to provide Dick with photos. Tim dislikes photos of himself being taken, but he never wants Dick to experience that feeling of loss and grief again. Tim takes photos of himself, the Titans, Dick, Alfred, Bruce, Barbara, and anyone else Dick considers important. Tim ensures he captures memories for Dick so that his older brother never has to forget.

Dick, in return, tries to make as many happy memories with Tim im return. He knows Tim is more likely to remember than not. He wants more of those moments to be filled with care, affection, and laughter instead of the downs vigilante life constantly brings. Even if Dick isn't really feeling it, he still tries for Tim

[sun-e-chips]

Waterpark au Sun and Moon now in color!!!

I still need to finish their ref sheets for art-fight but I’m so so happy to finally have them colored!

Moon’s platings are colored and textured to mimic wood grains, over that he is “painted” with varying tones of blues and teals.

Sun’s platings resemble painted Aztec stone with vibrant cool and warm colors, some of the “stone” remains bare.

Up close, guests can see that both animatronics designs have intentional weathering to really sell their imagined materials.

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[toontown-names]

[lotus-pear]

TWELVE KAY LETS FUCKING GO we are back to an even number i’m so glad ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[pokimoko]

Could you do a bi and trans ratcoon?

Lucky for you I did a raccoon critter last year, so it was simply a matter of recolouring those to fit. Here you go! :D

[v-exian]

I saw these galls and I just had to draw them ‼️

Designs belong to @howgalling (thank you for allowing me to make fanart !)

[clairenatural]

hey sorry to ask you but what is the destiel lamppost thing? if u know what it is

Hi anon!!! I wasn't ignoring you I just wanted to be able to sit down and type out the lore.

So "why lamp"/the destiel lamp thing starts with 15x10, The Heroes' Journey, in which Dean and Sam are stripped of the luck/protections that being written as protagonists gives them by Chuck (very meta) and Dean ends up needing cavities filled.

Garth gives him laughing gas for the procedure, during which Dean has a dream of a black and white 50s style dance sequence. It takes place in the bunker and while initially it's Dean dancing with Garth, eventually Garth leaves and Dean runs over to pick up a lamp from the corner of the room to dance with. Here's the whole thing:

But once it's Dean and the lamp, the dance becomes markedly more romantic - he's dancing with the lamp as a partner, not like the tap dancing he and Garth do side-by-side.

Also important to note that they're dancing to "Let's Misbehave," which is about sex and also was written by Cole Porter, who was gay. This is a really good breakdown of the dance itself, the significance of the song and Cole Porter and its connections to old queer Hollywood.

At the end of the episode, Dean sees Bess and Garth dancing in their living room through the window and says "You know, I always thought I could be a good dancer if I wanted to be."

This is pretty clearly associating the dream sequence, and Dean dancing with a lamp, as about Dean longing for a partner and therefore the lamp as a stand-in for that partner.

NOW. Meta was written as soon as this episode aired with people linking the lamp to Cas, and there has continued to be much better meta than I can write here - this one is in-depth and connects it to themes across the seasons and Dean's years-long character arc. "Cas is Lamp" even has its own superwiki page.

But besides all the normal meta deancas reasons and the fact that this comes at a time when Dean's character arc had been building both to him wanting to settle down with someone AND that someone being Cas (this is the episode right after The Trap and Dean's "I should have stopped you/of course I forgive you" prayer), Cas (and angels broadly) is associated with light and lamps throughout the series, perhaps most iconically in 4x16.

So, after 15x18, "the lamp thing" was something frequently cited and that we held onto as another thing they'd dropped alluding to (nay, ensuring - because they'd surely somehow have to wrap up Dean's own arc of wanting a partner to settle down with) a happy deancas endgame where Cas is rescued and they live happily ever after.

And then. 15x20 happened. And "why lamp" took off as part of a long list of "if they were just never going to mention Cas again, let alone resolve the confession or this very key part of Dean's story arc of wanting to settle down, why did they include [long list of things that make no sense with the ending we got]." Why lamp has become shorthand for a long list of missing links and loose ends and things that just don't add up. If deancas wasn't going to be the happy endgame, then why lamp. Why did they drop so many clues and work up to a very clear resolution for Dean's character arc if they were just going to drop it. Why lamp. It's one of those things that will haunt us because we will never get an answer. Okay grandma, let's get you to bed. But why lamp.

[mimorobo]

if you don't mind, could you go through your creative process? how you make your puppets, how you animate them and such?

Sure thing anon! I'll try my best..

First of all though don't expect anything AMAZING because this is super unprofessional and I basically improvise most of it, so uh, yeah.

I was making Frisk so we'll use them as an example I guess.

I make a base for the character first thing, using polystyrene ( DO NOT USE CHESTNUTS, your welcome) and pipe cleaners. (You can see I put Frisk's colours there too, cuz I think it's cool but it also serves an actual purpose... You can probably guess too ;))

(I added the stripes on the sleeves too, for Frisk it's because of that one sprite - you know the one! - and Chara weeellll, they're actually based on TS!UNDERSWAP Chara and they have the stripe there, also it just looks better...imo)

Then I just make the rest of the character, typically I start from down, up. I try to keep as close to the original sprites as possible, don't add anything and make sure it's simple. So with the hair only those slight details you can see and the clothes have just the stripes. Unfortunately I couldn't make a real onesie for Frisk :(

Don't really know how to explain this ... So I'll just jot down some things I do or I've learnt from working on them.

Whenever there's something on a character's clothes (eg. Frisk's stripes), I do that first before closing off the shirt, it saves an awkward hassle later.

If there's supposed to be a joint (e.g. knees, elbows) I separate the felt there. So I know where the joint is when I'm animating and it's easier to bend without restrictions. (You can most probably see this on Chara and Frisk)

The hands are my favourite to do! I make a skeleton hand (basically) out of wire and then stitch two hand shaped felts around it so that the wire is inside and you have posable fingers!!

The head is usually the trickiest part, (I never know how to do the hair!!) for me it's just trial and error, there's no point in planning it out on paper because I wouldn't even know where to BEGIN!! That's just me though!

The eyes and mouth need to be changeable, so no glue or anything, I just stick em on and they... Stay there. Sometimes.

WARNING! The amount of needles and felt pieces you will lose is catastrophic. You have been warned...

I used Chara as a reference here, copying what I'd done to get another fallen human...

And.... You got yourself a puppet!! :D

For a Chara sized puppet it takes 2-3 days, Flowey was done in one. Sometimes I come back and fix something up, or replace it, if I don't like it. I'll most probably do that to everyone at some point :'(

I'll make another one of these to show how I animate these guys, cuz I don't want this to be too long.

Also if anyone understood any of that and if you DO make a puppet based on this, I'd really love to see it! :D

[stylishanachronism]

Happy new year @perenians ! I hope you like your @secret-st-waidwen-exchange gift! Ahria was very very fun to draw, and it was great learning all about her!

(If you’d like the original, please let me know, I’ll be happy to mail it to you!)

[esoterictboy]

Your posts about bullying a trans girl... do you think you could do some sph to her too 👉👈

yeah ? Like what ? Want me to say it’s so small it’s basically just a clit now since you can’t do anything but play with it ? How I could cover it with my hand all wet and leaking and little, how clearly you were destined to bottom with something so small and useless hidden behind your panties ?