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#snake#snakes#pets#hognoses#hognose#sakura#sakura kurīmu#this was shortly after she joined our family and was still in her baby bin#she wanted a friend so bad she befriended the camera#this poor poor lonely noodle#it was not long after she and scoria were allowed to meet and then refused to be separated#they go in their own little sleeping hides at night#but they both get very upset if the other is away for long#they'll watch me holding the other#and sakura has a conniption if I take her sister out of the room to play in another area#they absolutely need each other#The way she initially attempted to bond with the camera reminded me of Harry Harlow's monkey experiment with surrogate monkeys#it is INCREDIBLY sad that these animals desperately wanted love and affection SO BADLY they turned to the closest they could find#which were inanimate objects that couldn't really love them back but it was better than nothing#that can't have been good for their psychological development for so so many reasons#but now that Sakura has the love and support of her sibling Scoria I don't ever intend to separate them so long as adult hormonal changes#don't suddenly make them go to sweet with each other to aggressive#again I think the agression or at least eating of smaller males comes from psychological issues not the species seeking out and eating them#like king snakes intentionally do#at least with girls I do not have experience with boys#but maybe someone with a strong understanding of snakes and their psychology and body language might pick up where I cannot examine such#once again my tags are longer than the post itself lol
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xi. christmas!
a/n: guys part of this was supposed to be the PROLOGUE to a 12 part sfw and nsfw winter/christmas themed drabbles (mini fics?) but i got too busy š literally had 4 days left to write but then the 12th went by and i was like... damn
its ok tho i might upload the finished days just as separate fics
while we're here why does nle choppa have a christmas song
warnings/tags: none rlly, just fluff, SO corny, SO sappy, no use of y/n, no description of reader's features, gn!reader, decorating w/ ekko š, reader is a THIEF, pre-arcane plotline (choosing happiness)
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christmas in zaun was nothing close to ideal. it was never if people celebrated, but more if they could afford it, which most of the time was a no. unless people had kids, they weren't going out of their way to make it a whole thing. not only that, but people didn't really care for it, anyway. they had other things to do. sure, maybe you'd see some extra lights around, or maybe a few lopsided wreaths hanging on a weathered door, but it was always the bare minimum.
but ever since you snuck into piltover as a kid right at the tail end of december, your world was absolutely rocked by the blinding lights and stars and bows and garlands and wreaths and the huge tree sitting smack dab in the middle of the city, illuminating the night sky.
after that, you were obsessed with the idea of christmas. you never had the funds, nor the time, nor the energy, nor enough friends or family to make anything happen all by yourself. but the dream stuck to you.
and then came ekko, and with him, a chance. a huge tree? with an abundance of people living there? it gave you the best idea.
*ā²ļ¾*ļ½”ā
cool november air was giving way to the first hints of winter, the sharp bite of cold nipping at the cheeks of zaunites. warm colored leaves were shriveling into themselves and trembling down onto the concrete, scattering through the town. settled in uneven piles, nestled in corners, where the wind could push them no further. christmas has long began to be advertised in piltover, and your excitement was uncontrollable.
quiet as a mouse, you slipped into ekko's work room. he's sat on his stool, elbows rested on the table with his figure shadowing over his work. your fingers glide across his biceps, chin resting against his right shoulder.
"hey handsome," you chirped, working your digits over the curves of his muscles. your lips curled into a grin you were incapable of withholding. "y'got a minute?"
"for you, always." he turned, hands hoisting the weight of his upper body on his knees. his eyes softened upon looking at you. "what's up?"
you slid on his lap, feet swinging back and forth, pendulum like. "soooo," you begin, leaning back on his shoulder. "i'm sure you know what christmas is."
"yeah, why? want me to get you something?" his fingers twisted at the hem of your sweater. you shake your headānot the goal right now.
"no. well, yes, but not what i'm asking you for right now," ekko's head tilts in response. your voice dropped into a playful yet unsure murmur. "iiiiii wanted to know if you'd maaaybe be willing to decorate the base and celebrate it this year?"
his thoughts stutter, and then he laughed. "baby, you know i'd love to, but i can't. don't have the time or the money."
a pout formed on your face, lips jutting out. "we don't have to spend money, we can use what we have lying around! and i have some extra money on the side. we're not flat broke."
"doesn't solve the whole time thing."
"oookay, make time. we'll have the kids help, too! you won't even have to do much, likeāseriously, think about it. we don't even need to get a tree because the firelight tree, duh. we can use big cardboard boxes to look like fake presents, we can steal lights 'n' other stuff from the piltiesā"
you rambled on, every idea you've ever had since childhood resurfacing and bubbling out of you in an unstoppable torrent. each thought, each plan, all of it spilled out, an overflowing pot.
"hey, heyā" he interrupted, thumb stroking your thigh. "listen, those ideas are great. but we can't. and you have got to stop stealing from topside."
your smile faltered. "but why!? think about the kids, think about me!" ekko hesitates to speak, eyes darting around the room as your face transitions into a pleading pout. "please? pretty please? i'll do the dishes for a month?"
"fuck," your eyes filled with stars. ekko groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "fine! fine, jeez."
the squeal that exited you entered directly into his ears, lips pressing kisses into his face in rapid succession.
"thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! oh my god, it'll be great, we can have the kids make little snowflakes, we could have a little fucking wish box to get gifts for some of the kidsā" you gasped loudly upon a realization, planting your hands onto his shoulders. "āyou can be santa!!!"
he scoffs, brushing a loc of white hair out of his face. "don't push your luck."
you sigh in mock defeat. "fine, hiemerdinger's got that. i'll take what i can get."
"isn't he kinda short for santa?"
you shake your head. "don't height shame."
*ā²ļ¾*ļ½”ā
ekko rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, a small groan rumbling in his throat as he reached over on the bed to find you.
empty.
his head flipped. you've left a now cool dent in the bed in your wake, blanket left in a wild mess.
he frowned, sitting up and looking around. you're nowhere to be found.
maybe you got up to use the bathroom, he thinks, standing up to search the place for you.
the second his feet hit the floor, his brows furrow.
'...glitter?'
his gaze lifts, and his eyes widen as they follow the specks of glitter scattered across the floor, which caught the faint morning light that bled through the curtains.
he followed the trail, small drops of glitter turning into discarded cardboard scraps, which turned into unfinished rolls of ribbon, which lead him to his workroom, where the door was slightly ajar.
he slowly pushed the door open, finding you hunched over a box that you were decorating to look like presents. you tilt your head up to look at him, a smile spreading ear to ear.
"w'ssup?"
he glanced at the small clock on his desk. "it's...five in the morning, why are you up so early?"
you gestured towards the pile of finished boxes in the corner. "working!" the sound of tape ripping off of the roll fills the air as you took a strip, taping the box shut. "i already collected a bunch of paper for the kids to make snowflakes, borrowed some lights 'nd garlands from topside, aaand i'm almost done making all these boxes."
a lot done considering you had had that conversation just the night before.
ekko crouched down to your level, eyes meeting yours. "but...you're gonna clean all this up, right?"
silence.
"right?" he repeated.
your eyes narrowed. "yes?"
"why is that a question?"
you scoff, pressing an empty roll of wrapping paper into his chest. "why are you asking me so many of 'em? get to work. and i need you to use your hover board to fly around and get those lights up," you nod towards a pile of lights on his desk without looking away from your box. he opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off. "thank you!"
he rolled his eyes and stood, tossing the wrapping paper roll into the recycling bin.
at a more appropriate time in the day, you stood at the top of the firelight tree after capturing everyone's attention. public speaking wasn't exactly your thing, but ekko insisted you do it since everything was your idea.
you cleared your throat as the crowd settled into silence, all eyes on you. you shifted your weight onto your other leg.
"umāwow, okay, hi guys. so, i'm sure you've all...heard of christmas. and i know it's usually kinda lame, but truuust me, this year i'm gonna make sure it'sā" you gather your fingers, kissing the tips of them and flaring your hand out. "āchef's kiss."
eyes leave you to glance at other's reactions, the silence lifted by an excited murmur.
"yeah, but i'm gonna need help. i have a bunch of paper that i need to be made into snowflakes, so that by the end of the day this place can look better than it already does."
you shifted their focus to scar, who carried a large bin of scissors, string, and paper of various colors. (earlier, scar questioned how you got all these supplies. you just smiled at him.)
after a quick tutorial, children started racing to gather around him, picking their colors and scissors. within a few minutes, the kids were gathered in groups on the floor, cutting out their best attempts at snowflakes.
pride swelled in your chest and you looked up into the bulk of the tree's leaves, ekko's form flying around in circles with lights being strung along behind him. with fists on your hips, you beam. "i'm amazing," you praise, making your way back inside.
everything came together surprisingly quick. ekko had never seen you that focusedāhanging up lights, making paper bows to place at the points where lights held, and placing those big fake presents around the tree. of course, other people helped too, which made the work lighter.
you mostly left the mural alone, only placing a few extra candles and waving to the colorful portraits.
by the time night fell, the project was close to finished. it wasn't perfect, but to you, it was. the entire base was illuminated in warm, white lights, paper snowflakes dangling from the branches and twisting in the wind. the beat in your chest stuttered. it all felt...magical.
*ā²ļ¾*ļ½”ā
over the next few weeks, you kept adding and adding to the scene. and it was all finished just in time for today, christmas eve.
by now, you'd forced ekko into so many christmas activities, some more enjoyable than the others. he thoroughly enjoyed making matching pajamas with you and drinking cocoa that was overflowing with marshmallowsābeing constantly tricked into mistletoe kisses, not so much. at least, he acted like he hated it. he secretly adored accidentally walking right into your trap of a hidden mistletoe and being attacked by an onslaught of messy kisses.
ekko finds you at the balcony again, glancing out into the scene below. "hm. not bad." he leans against the railing, hips bumping into yours.
"yeah, cuz it's awesome. i did that, thank you."
warm lips meet your cold cheek. "mhm. you did." he paused, tongue running over his molars. "i-um...got you something."
you perked up at his words, head whipping around to face him. "ooh, you just reminded me that i have to finish making your gift, iā"
as you're speaking, he pulls a little box from his coat pocket, black with a messy red bow.
"it's not perfect, but...y'know," his voice trails off. he pops the box open and offers it to you.
inside rested a delicate necklace, light reflecting off of the silver metal and glimmering into your eyes. the chain was thin, the links very neatly melded together, and a little circular locket hanging off the center.
you take the box and reach in, mouth agape in awe, gently pushing the locket open. inside was a tiny picture of the two of you, laying in bed, with you sound asleep on his shoulder. ekko's eyes were shut as he was in the middle of pressing a kiss to your forehead.
you smile down at the picture, warmth flooding your chest. for a long moment, you're just staring at it, ekko awaiting your reaction. your lips press together, your vision starts to blur, and a tear rolls down your face and into the velvet lining of the box. then they just kept streaming down.
ekko's face drops, immediately reaching to wipe your tears. "hey, it's okay, if you don't like it i can get you something else."
you hiccup, shaking your head. "shut up, i love it so much, this is just everything i've ever wanted for my whole life, and it's so stupid but you've literally made this the best christmas i've ever had a-and this necklace is really cute and this was so worth doing the dishesā"
you could've kept going but your joyful sobs cut you off. it was all too much, all the decorations and all the traditions you once wished for finally coming into fruition. ekko's arms wrap around you and you return the gesture, fingers twisting into his coat.
"i'd do it again in a heartbeat." he whispers, moving to peck your wet cheek. once, twice, three times.
"boo," a voice calls below you. "get a room."
*ā²ļ¾*ļ½”ā
#arcane x reader#ekko x reader#ekko x you#arcane ekko#arcane x you#arcane x reader fluff#ekko x y/n#ekko arcane#ekko fics#ekko x reader fluff#ekko fluff#Spotify
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ā FLORIDA KILOS
[SOUNDTRACK] Florida Kilos - Lana Del Rey || ā¶ļø
Business trips with Sylus are atypical.
[TAGS] sylus x female mc, angsty fluff?, smut, canonical sylus but he also sells drugs
[A/N] written very topically in key west cause my vacation would have been sm better with sylus (i need to touch grass)
[WC] 1.2k
songfic 2/?
They touch down in the late afternoon, the sun barreling down over the horizon dramatically like a ball of hellfire, sending ricocheting red tongues of flame out over a turquoise ocean. She feels the ground rumble as the wheels kiss the pavement, Sylusā strong hand wrapping around her waist to secure her as they roll to a stop.Ā
They step out into the Florida sunset, deplaning onto his private hangar. His arm remains around her waist the entire while, the only sound other than the whirring plane engines being the clank of his rings against each other as he hoists their bags over his shoulder. They descend onto the tarmac. She looks up at him, his face inscrutable behind a pair of dark sunglasses.Ā
She doesnāt get Sylus, not really. Every time she thinks she does, he does something so unexpected that she has to rework her entire understanding of him. Like when he takes extended time to pet the stray cat outside the hotel, or makes casual conversation with the bellhop with a broad and genuine smile on his face. A smile that falls immediately the second the door falls shut behind them, and he proceeds to immediately check the entire room for bugs and arm himself with a gun from his luggage.Ā
Still a business trip, sweetheart, he murmurs softly as he sees her eyes trained on the way he tucks the pistol onto the stomach band holster beneath his t-shirt. Need to make sure Iām keeping you safe.
She knew about the protocores and weapons. What she didnāt fully grasp until now was that when Sylus once told her he had his hands in a lot of pies, he also meant drugs. That was why he'd taken her to Florida. She catches him on tense calls late at night, tapping into security feeds to scrutinize black cars carrying god knows what illicit substances and paraphernalia through back alleys, even rifling through miscellaneous vials and baggies that are shoved into a suitcase he tells her not to open. She ignores it for the most part. Sheās learned to push down the moral ambivalence that stirs up whenever she thinks about what Sylus actually does for a living, the mix of guilt and confusion and frustration at her complete inability to reconcile two halves of the man she loves.
When theyāre on the beach together, she just pretends theyāre just a normal couple on vacation. She relaxes in the warm ocean, feeling Sylusā eyes on her all the way from their cabana where he sits, preferring the shade. The corner of his mouth quirks into a barely-there smirk as she exits the water, taking in her swimsuit-clad form as he sips on a glass of dark rum. The second sheās close enough, sheās in his arms, his thumbs rubbing circles into the salt still lingering on her skin, his sun-flushed nose nuzzling into the place where her neck meets her jaw. He murmurs unintelligible nothings into her soft skin, more for himself than for her to hear.
He doesnāt tell her details of the business he's here on in an effort to keep work time separate as much as possible, though she can see it weighing on him each time he gets back to the hotel room after one of his āmeetings." HIs face always look tired, but quickly softens into a gentler expression when he sees her, and he envelops her in his arms, peppering fluttering kisses over her face and neck. He deftly sidesteps the majority of her work-related questions to ask about her days instead. Itās not because he underestimates herā heās just unshakably devoted to her protection, and the less she knows, the safer she is.
She doesnāt get him when he insists repeatedly that itās just a business trip, but makes a continuous and purposeful effort to make sure sheās having a good time, that sheās enriched and well taken care of. The days heās gone early in the morning, she wakes up to notes on the nightstand: Got you tickets to the museum, if you want to go today. Or I think you should visit the beach while Iām out. Iāve set up a driver to take you at noon. He insists on private charter planes, private drivers, private security, private beaches and excursions for her, ensuring sheās fully surveilled every second sheās out and about while heās away.
Only when heās back at the hotel with her does he ease up a bit, dismissing security detail for the night, taking her out on the town holding her hand tightly all the while. He buys her all the mai tais and mojitos she asks for, walking her home with a protective hand on her as she stumbles giggly through the streets, hands toying in the strings of her bikini beneath her cover-up.
When he lays her on the bed, French balcony doors blown open haphazardly by the wind, the sound of the waves battering softly against the shore and the chirp of cicadas are the only sounds other than their breathing. He removes each piece of her clothing slowly, tantalizingly, not with the intention to tease (though that is inevitably the resulting effect) but more because he simply cherishes each millisecond he spends uncovering another sliver of her body, each inch of her he reveals sending a shiver through him like he's discovering a secret. He worships her with slow wet kisses, his hands following close behind everywhere his lips have touched, soothing the skin that blooms purple and red with gentle caresses. He grips her hips softly when he enters her, exhaling a deep and heavy sigh, rocking back and forth achingly slowly with his eyes closed in bliss. He holds her securely in his arms with one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her neck, fingers pressing into her skin, each fingertip of pressure sending hot spears of desire deep into her body.
She doesnāt quite understand the loving things he whispers into her ears in times like this. She doesnāt get where it comes from, the rare, delicate softness in his words so strikingly absent from the way he talks to anyone elseā so beautiful for me, my dove, I worship you, my gorgeous girlā¦
Afterwards, he stands on the balcony, cigarette clamped between his lips as he stares out over the ocean, hair damp from the shower and towel slung low over his hips. He swirls a glass of whisky in his other hand, tendrils of smoke clawing their way into the tepid night air through his teeth. Faint music from the nearby bars mingles with the sound of gentle waves upon the shore, so soft it sounds almost like ripples, like rain.
When heās in his head like this she knows better than to ask him what heās thinking. Instead, she just comes up behind him, standing not too close or too far, resting her elbows on the banister. They both watch the starlight freckle the surface of the ocean outside.Ā
I love you, Sylus mumbles. Itās what he always says when he doesnāt know what else to. The utterance is so quiet itās nearly drowned out by the sound of the water, but she catches it, just barely.
I love you too.
#sylus#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace#lads#lads sylus#lads fanfic#lads smut#lads angst#qin che#sylus qin#sylus x mc#songfics#l&ds sylus#l&ds#lads fluff#love and deepspace fic#the way i was like thissss close to writing cokeheadsylus but i held back for now
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how I sleep knowing that regardless of twitter outrage ciri is canonically bisexual and the witcher is one of few depictions (in Polish media!! if you're not Polish you might not realise how huge that is) of how wlw relationships are as complex and nuanced and can be just as abusive as straight relationships
truly, if we measured sexuality on the basis of consensual encounters there would be way less women in this world we consider heterosexual
even more so, as uncomfortable as this truth is, women everyday in this world stay in relationships with their rapists and love them and believing that lesbian relationships are or should be exempt from those depictions is not only stupid but also dangerous. there's already so little guidance on how to approach relationships when you're a wlw and there's even less on how to recognise abuse because many resources for women are catered towards straight women since the concept of rape is usually looked at through a lense of gender dynamics
but at their core gender dynamics are about power dynamics and so is rape - which is why it is actually important that ciri is vulnerable in that moment and that she is fourteen (!!!) and mistle is an adult, this is that power differential abuse that happens to women all the time, regardless of sexuality. I've met queer women who didn't know for a long time you can even be raped by another woman because we're barely told our relationships are as real as straight relationships
the concept of good representation isn't only annoying just because we want to have all these flavours of characters that are also queer that straight people get all the time, it's also about recognising that queerness is human and we have as many nuances and shades as heterosexuality can have and sometimes those shades are very ugly and unsavoury. I'm gonna pull out a quote from carmen maria machado's in the dreamhouse:
it's so important that it's not just straight people who deny humanity to these depictions, when we don't talk about them or dismiss them we deny ourselves humanity too. it's important to recognise those as real relationships, as serious relationships and to describe them how you would a straight relationship, to say rape, to say abuse - to use trauma bond correctly!!
because this is what it is, ciri is trauma bonded to mistle which is why they can have those vulnerable scenes, she can love her and that violent sexual relationship can exist alongside it. and I'm gonna use another machado quote here:
if you've ever been in this situation you will recognise that by the time someone raises a hand against you, everything has been turned so inside out and reality has been so skewed that inside this scene everything makes sense
I'm not sure if the games will ever reference this storyline - she does have the matching rose tattoo she gets for mistle so it does seem like they choose to keep this canon. but regardless of if it comes up in the context of ciri's queerness in future canon, her having experienced sexual violence by another woman does not deny it. you have so many women around you whose first sexual experience was violent and their sexuality is not defined by it
anyway, in this house we love bisexual icon rape survivor cirilla!!
#the witcher#i think i need to make it a separate tag by now#mine#cw rape#im not saying its written that good or deep!! this is a polish man in the 90s#but i think as a wlw the way she exists in that dynamic is so fascinating#also as a polish lesbian we have almost no mainstream queer media our queer media is often quite niche snd mainstream depictions#just dont focus on queer women so seeing people erase one of few queer women we have is so annoying#also ciri is literally a bitch whose dad tries to marry her like everybody in ciris life abused her in some way except like geralt and yen#ofc for her this feels like oh another thing thank you#cw abuse
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This one is for all my fellow "My gender is 'I have a job and I can't worry about that right now"'. I see you.
(part 1, part 2)
#fourfold soul#Nobody#Fitch#While it does go counter to the spirit of the main character having no name no gender...I have decided to reveal-#-my placeholder name for to keep a proper tagging system. This was the reason I ended up reading the odyssey by the way.#I needed a placeholder name for our cowboy exorcist and I went with 'Nobody-haha-like-in-the-odyssey-wait-what'.#Project discussion wise this isn't the name we use when talking about this character. *That's* staying a secret.#This comic idea was actually one of the first things I ever sketched for Nobody.#The rhetoric at that point was to show off to my game dev partner the humour in having No Gender for a protag.#None binary with a side of 'I don't have the capacity to think about that right now.'#There was a 4th panel to go along with this but I cut it for time. I'll post it separately later on.#I had to take some steps back to solidify character designs but now I've got them LOCKED DOWN.#WE ARE BACK. I WILL MAKE OUR BELOVED CHARACTER'S KNOWN. THROUGH SILLY COMICS.
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Actually, screw it all, I'll make a pinned post just to put things I will want on over time
This thing will be first, because yeah I noticed like typing does take time if you type it several times in a row XDDD
#I think I really wanna make something like separated tags for something I will need right here right now and put them here*squints*#My ref board is pretty big but it's not always comfortable pffhpfhf
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We need a Bonace hands comparison
I think about this way too often.... why are Bojan's hands so much smaller and why are Nace's hands so big....
#their hands#hands hands hands hands#i cant#have i mentioned#hands#are some my favourite things to draw?#no? well then now i did#god the difference of their hand sizes#thinking back to that video where Nace held both of Bojanās hands in one#jfc#so normal about these men#this tiny puppy's paws#and Nace's big big big big hands#need to make that a separate tag actually#Nace's hands#joker out#bojan cvjetiÄanin#nace jordan#bonace#jan peteh#puppy and doggo
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ā¦ F F X I V L E V E L 9 0
ācompendium
#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy 14#gpose#gposers#ffxiv gpose#lvl 90 compendium#myreia screenshots#aureia malathar#oc tag#maybe a bit weird to share these now since 90's no longer the lvl cap#i took these right before DT dropped and didn't have time to organize them until the end of july when i queued everything#spent one day of complete chaos right before maintenance making 20+ gposes do not recommend hahaha#i'm not happy with the sge and dnc ones but oh well#and i think i'll need to merge fsh back onto the btn glam plate since dnc really needs a separate glam from brd and mch for the vibes#not sure how many of these will stick around when i resub but i didn't get to play much with most of these glams so we'll see! :3#i had so much fun levelling everything i love bouncing between jobs#i have jobs i lean more towards but everything is honestly great#can't wait to see how they play in DT!#i think my faves from this set are drk - gnb - sam - ast - mch - blm - smn - btn#really happy with how they came out!#some placeholder weapons in here#need to finish pld's hw relics and nin's shb relic for the right look#i also want dnc and rdm's shb relics#anyway thanks for letting me spam these this month!#the series is done now
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'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'
#cw blood#SUUUPER SCUFFED LIL WIP THATS BEEN RRRROTTING IN MY FOLDER. OUT!! GET OUT!!!#its almos 2 am and imm gettin high as hrothgar. spruced this up within an hour so i could be shared n eaten#its SUPPOsed to be part ofa bigger doodly page so ofc theres the chance this changes between now n then#fuuuuck shoulda made her dress sparkly. fuckit ill fix it laterrrrr. i havnt posted art in YWEARRS i needed to post something#also i uh. well you see i started losing followers on twitter bc im sooo inactive and i KNOW that shouldnt matter like it should be whateve#but. you see. i lkike when number go up and when it go down i get MMMADDD.we all get our dopamine from somewhere#ANYWAY so i actually havnt touched the suckening in so long. been workin on oc stuff.BUT WELL. ARTHUR AND MARY. STILL MAKE ME WEEP#THEYRE SO CUTE N TRAGIC...whadda fuck is it with grizzly n charlie characters being so in love and so doomed#kian and becky then arthur and his various exes like CMAHn.stop doing this to me#from what i remember of the episode.she seemed so.tired.disconnected.like she had been wandering a dream#and yet she seemed so positive.reasonably concerned and yet.content.she warmed up to arthur as soon as she recognized him#she speaks so gently and so sweetly and she keeps the conversation so light.even though shes dead and shes gone and she#is doomed to wander an odd limbo for the rest of time.and yet she seemed so at peace.i can see why arthur liked her.what happened?#what caused them to separate?arthur seems so jaded and so tired.marys company seems like such a gentle place to rest.#how did he squander such a blessing?was it a blessing?OHH what i would give to crack open their minds and peer inside.#yknow wat im runnign out of room i think so ill add a last thought here at the bottom of my tags. I AM MORE CORRECT ABT ARHTURS UGLY LOOK#I WANT THAT MAN TO BE BEASTLY AND GROSS AND STRANGE AND SCARY AND EEWWW I SEE THINGS SQUIRMING IN THE DARK.ther are bugs#LETTING HIM HAVE HOT HOT ABBS AND STUFF WAS A COP OUUTTTT LET HIS WHOLE FORM BE DISTORTED OR UR NOT A FUCKING 0 APPEARANCE BITCH#THE BONES SHIFTED BENEATH AS IF TRYING TO HATCH. MANY OTHER THINGS HATCHED ASWELL. THE DEAD IMMORTAL FLESH SOURED#TOO GRAND TO ROT BUT TOO CORRUPTED TO KEEP CLASSIC FORM. MMMONSTER MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER#oka y im not going to bed but im gonna go. uh. do miore drugs or something. maybe ill work on more jrwi stuff. or oc stuff.#i hope ur day goes swimmingly thankyou for reading my tags i love you so so so so so much
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@endlesspaint
#good lord I finished#trying to do a separate simpler style for this whole troll thing#by the time I got to the end I was too lazy to put the plants in his hair I am so sorry my dude#I just was just like.... oh#can anyone tell I don't draw paws like ever?#I was gonna do proper interesting lighting but then... I got lazy again#but this is a milestone for me cause I actually sat down and did this#finished it so that is a win in my direction#I feel like the concept of trolls would make good keychains#I know he's not as angry as his ref is but welllllll idk#myart#luthiendraws#bladedraws#??? I need an art tag now I think#beyond reach au#beyond reach#trolls branch#branch trolls#trolls fanart
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The language part (ie the Main Actual Game) of Chants of Sennaar is very fun don't get me wrong - figuring out when a radical means person, or signifies a verb, etc etc - but the number system is absolutely fascinating
#like it's base 10; this is a language game not a maths one#but the way the numbers are written is like. this would make more sense with images but I'm in the tags now#take the number 1342. that's 1x1000 3x100 4x10 2x1 that's how we write it#instead of place columns this system uses quadrants#there is a central thick line. bottom right is units; bottom left tens; top right 100s; top left 1000s#this is a fun and compact way to write a four digit number!#but what about a 5 digit one? 6? bigger?#I don't think the game needs numbers that big but I'm going to follow this train of thought to a conclusion - just use another line+quadran#fairly normal idea- run out of space on your first one? add a second!#but where it gets fun is that means; putting it back into base 10 numerals and keeping the digit separation the same; a long number might b#grouped like: 1 4637 3427#and if you are used to the western way of grouping digits that looks weird! (we do 3 234 638)#they work in myriads! isn't that neat!#chants of sennaar
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Digitalised + coloured + redesigned version of my Suiren and Vaatu sketch from two days ago, as promised!!
Coming up with Suirenās design was a very long process of trying and failing because after youāve drawn 9+ different versions of one character, the creativity starts to run a little dry, but Iām actually really proud of this one, she looks absolutely adorable <3
(Also yeah I did mostly just scribble Vaatuās pattern because who has the energy to draw the all out accurately. Not me, thatās who, Iām chronically tired. People who draw him on the regular have my utmost respect. Heās still a funky little guy though :D)
Bonus, Raava incessantly screaming inside Suiren (and being completely ignored because Suiren is tired of her) while all this is happening:
#and yeah I did say Iād do a fuckass background but all my energy went to figuring out Suirenās design#plus I suck at backgrounds so.. woe. LoK screenshot be upon ye#my art#artists on tumblr#the legend of korra#avatar suiren au#original character#sotrl suiren#vaatu#I donāt really know what to say in these tags lmao#usually I reach the tag limit really really easily but between my previous post and answering that ask Iāve ran out of things to say#someone please indulge me in this au I have Way Too Many Thoughts about it#hmmā¦#you know. I think people often make different avatar aus because they dislike Korra or think sheās a bad avatar#I donāt. I love Korra. I would kill and die for her#(says the red lotus stan. yes Iām well aware. no need to call me out)#and I think sheās a good avatar who was dealt a shitty hand both in universe and by the showās production team#Iām making this au BECAUSE I love Korra. if Suiren is the avatar Korra gets to be a normal SWT girl#sheāll get to grow up with her parents. not isolated and degraded all the time for not being perfect. maybe sheād have a sibling or two#and Suiren gets spared her sotrl trauma too. win win for everyone!!#(I return Suiren gets the weight of the world on her shoulders lmao. but itās fine. 1. she isnāt alone in it. she has her family#2. three quarters of the LoK threats are basically automatically eliminated for her. the RL are her parents. she fuses with Vaatu#and all she has to do to defeat Kuvira is to take her dress off š /hj. basically. sheāll be okay. better than in sotrl at least)#also look. I love Suiren. sheās my dear child whoās been with me since I was 12. of course I wanna make her the main character in everything#and dark avatar Korra AUs have been done countless times before me. Katās doing one right now!! I just wanna do something thatās my own#and also I wanna focus less on pain and trauma for once and more on the sheer hilarity of the shenanigans that will occur post-fusion#cause this isnāt Adumbration where Korra lets Raava go and fuses with Vaatu instead. here Suirenās got both of them at the same time#and they have 10000 yearsā worth of grievances to air out. itās like living with your divorced parents#trust me I would know. except mine arenāt divorced. theyāre Worse and everyone wishes theyād just separate#anyway. that aside. Suirenās not getting any sleep any time soon while those two duke it out
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you are the most important person in this story.
you are dead.
this story is your own drawn out funeral. you are not the main character, and yet your ghost lives in the shadow of every step they take. you have been consumed, body and mind, and words spill from your voice without your direction. your actions are judged in your absence; you are on trial and you cannot defend yourself. you have no defense.
you are not the main character. you are not a character. you are a foundation. you are an idea. you are a lesson. (you are a villain, in every story but your own.)
there are two ghosts in this story. one is at the center of it all. the other is you. the first one is also you. he decided to be. (and then he decided not to be.)
(he killed you and decided you weren't good enough.)
you didn't have a voice. you didn't get a say. you weren't even there.
no one knows how you felt about dying. they didn't need to. you are not a main character in this story. (this story is not about you.) you are the most important piece of this story. (this story could not happen without you.) you do not have the power to change anything.
you have the power to change nothing. (whether you want to or not.)
you are in checkmate.
(you've never been very good at chess. what an infuriating game.)
#wizard101#wizard101 fandom#w101#w101 fandom#the old one#dasein#sal art#w101 spoilers#uh just in case#like its vague on purpose but ???? technically yeah theres spoilers here#anyway this is my love letter to the old one and how he haunts the entirety of arc 4's narrative#i did that art piece and then proceeded to NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT ALL NIGHT#also including chess symbolism because im insane#cherry had to listen to me ramble abt how everyone involved is a chess piece and now im making it everyone elses problem#and i will run out of tags if i get into it here#the little art thing is just bc i feel weird making a text-only post thats meant to be an art piece idk#i need Images#in the img i made the wizard the white queen and dasein the king bc hes meant to parallel the old one here but in my heart of hearts i know#that the old one is the king piece and dasein is the queen piece and the wizard is a pawn#AND DAMN MAYBE I WILL MAKE A SEPARATE POST AT SOME POINT BECAUSE I NEED TO EXPLAIN IT#this is the Old One's Endgame.
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Just when I think the day's going well, I crash a golf cart
#summer camp tag#ace is a mess#i do not have a drivers license and i havent even been behind the wheel in like 4 years since i stopped lessons cus of the pandemic#the day was going fine i got loads done didnt feel like i was irritating my director too bad#doing some paperwork for her and she says when im done well take the golf cart out while its not currently raining#im like ooh fun never been in a golf cart before i see the higher up staff in them im not gonna say no to chilling in a golf cart#i did not realise that meant i would be driving esp when she asked if id been in one before and i said no#she then asked if i could drive and i said not really thought that would be it#cus i was supposed to be studying for my theory before working towards my practical#but no she insists im driving and first off i gotta reverse outta this bay now at least i didnt have to think about gears#but i hate tryna figure out how to turn whilst in reverse in mess with my brain im not great with shape visualisation#we do all our stops its fine for the most part a lil too fast going down some of the hills#and some tight turns but my turns were always like that cus im too busy focusing on the most immediate thing#we get back i park fine and then shes like oh actually there are some more stops we can make so i reverse and turn back out#do our two stops with only minimal confusion about direction then as i go to park into the bay we came from#shes like oh actually park in the bay closest to the health centre and what i should have done was reversed and adjusted my angle#instead i drove directly into the supporting beam separating the two bays šš#i immediately turn the cart off and expect her to switch with me instead shes like laughing it off oh it was just a little bump it was fine#im like it was not that was a loud ass bang i feel so bad and then she lifts up the light cover i broke off saying its just a scratch#and i feel worse so pf course thats when the camp director comes out to check on the noise and i dont think ive ever worn a guiltier look#but theyre both laughing it off oh just having a little driving lesson :) and i am mortified#she gets back in the cart and shes still insisting that its fine and i should still park after that which i do with great trepidation#but there are no more problems and the lights still work but the cover does need fixing and i just oh my god#ive never crashed before never clipped or scratched a car so of course id crash the golf cart trying to park of all things š
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What if you could exist as nonbinary in the world
#like i know i can but#i cant be out at work thats just making my social life 10x harder for almost no benefit#i cant go to school anymore i hate it there#and i couldnt really even be out at school because i hate telling people my pronouns#i have a masc name and i like my name but it means people dont assume im nb#and i hate hate hate telling people otherwise#i know there are coworkers i could come out to but#i feel alone#and i need to wake up at some point#which is a whole other thing that i cant put into words but is a thing i need to do#thats what my whole album is about#and ive been working on that thing since march and its driving me crazy#i felt so relieved to think about kirbtober and not that and now its back#i feel like I've found all the pieces and put them together only to not slot in the last one#and then just walk away and let people take whats left#maybe I'm depressed idk#i dont think so#i feel like im dreaming#like i have occasional moments of lucidity separated by days of feleing jaded#making music every day might not help?#but i want to do this#its less so a workload thing#i can make a daily song in 15 minutes to an hour#and be fine with it#but i want it to be good#starflung's comments on the song i made for her keep me going#and ant texting me in the middle of the night (or their day idk) that my music is good#feeling terrible that i want more and more attention#but like#oh okay im out of tags vent post over i guess
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the difference between the tumblr and twitter reactions to the boruto time skip designs has been so funny omg
#boruto#naruto#moon posts#im not gonna lie to yall i think the kids are serving DOWWWWWWNNN#like they kinda ate im sorry#there are def very fair critiques like why is sarada wearing louboutins in what looks like a sleeveless dress but is actually a romper#i don't even know a thing about sumire but why does she still look like she's going to school#i actually rly like inojins fuckass bob his whole look is very gender to me actually#chocho looks stunning too but i wish they had went for a crop top instead of a sports bra#i also just remembered inojin isn't wearing a crop top but thats ok b/c he's his own person but he would've slayed that crop top hoodie#kawaki looks sick as always#boruto i actually have no notes for like sasuke passed down looking cunty no matter what as a lesson too#did yall see his sandals yeah he ate that#shikadai got a bigger jacket which i love b/c i think jackets make everything better#i haven't rly seen mitsuki that much but i think he needs to fire his barber#himiwari looks sooooooooooo cute !!!!! my daughter is a teenager now waaaaahhhgg#ive seen a few posts comparing her to hinata which ofc they look similar but i have something to say#she reminds me of naruto a Lot and kushina too#ok thats a separate thing tho#moon tags
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