#i don't know how to tag stuff

[moobswithsoup]

I always will find it funny when people in a fandoms are arguing over which ship with the same person is better and there's like 20% of the fandom that just makes them polygamous.

Ngl I love that.

[kiddcarnage]

FIRST POST ON TUMBLR EVER 🫡 I've fallen into the pit after 19 years on this earth

[astrophysicist-jd]

Big announcement, I have elected to start calling c!Wilbur Orville instead. Do you agree?

[thestoriedwillow]

Thinking about media that I have lost. About things that I just can't engage with anymore, but nonetheless shaped the core of who I am today. Media that shook me to my foundation that I just cannot come back to anymore.

Thinking about Skyrim, which had me in awe back in high school, quite possibly being the decisive moment that solidified a love for games that follows me to this day. And yet now I look back on it and cannot see the wonder, cannot see past the shortcomings, cannot bring myself to enter that world again.

Thinking about The Name of the Wind, a book that blew me away on my first read, but as I read the second book in the series and reread the first, I found myself drifting away from it. Some of my favorite prose out there is still in that book, the prologue in particular is a masterpiece I still get chills reading, but it's no longer up there with my favorite books simply because other parts of the story have fallen flat for me on further reflection. And here I am, missing the love I once had.

Thinking about Outer Wilds, easily one of my favorite games of all time, and yet something that I can never truly experience again. Of course one can never return to that first magical experience with any story, but Outer Wilds in particular stands out in that regard, an experience of pure discovery, learning and exploring through a playground of secrets both grand and small, heartwarming and deeply tragic. I can't go back to a time where I do not know those secrets, and so am left with naught but the memories.

Thinking about Sky: Children of the Light. Oh, darling, wondrous Sky. You were everything for a time. Every day I would jump into your world and find peace in the music and the feeling. I did the quests, followed the events, and most importantly... I spent time with friends. I met some of the most wonderful people in the world because of this beautiful game, friends who I cherish on to today, some of my closest confidants and companions in this strange world we wander. And yet I just cannot become lost in those skies anymore. I can't find it in me to chase those daily quests and only find myself logging in every now and again to find some ambience. Sky has brought me to tears with its beauty so many times before and now... The spark is gone.

I think about a piece of fanfiction I may never be able to find again. A story about a Nuzlocke challenge run that I wandered into just as I was starting to look into the incredible community behind that challenge. A story I can't remember the name of, that I can't remember the author of, that I can hardly recall much about at all these years later... A story set in a post-apocalyptic Kanto, probably based on Firered... So much is lost from my mind, but I know that story opened a door for me. It taught me about what a piece of fanfiction could be, something wild and unusual and totally my own. It wasn't long before I stumbled upon the Nuzlocke forums and started writing a story myself.

Did I ever tell the author their story changed my life forever? Inspired me to start writing and oops now my greatest creative accomplishments are my long running nuzlocke stories and I'm part of the community and...

I don't think I did.

It hurts to think I never told that author how meaningful their story was to me. That I've lost the opportunity to just let them know that hey I enjoyed this thing and... Now it's gone.

It hurts that I can't go back to all these things that once brought me joy, that once shaped the person I was and would become. It feels in a way like I have lost a part of myself, only able to feel the impact of the thing yet never again able to take hold of it.

Perhaps all I'm really feeling is that age-old yearning for days past, chasing memories of joy while the complexities of the moment batter at my door. Even still, I think that in that nostalgia there is a real sadness that ought to be seen and understood, just like any other feeling. Some part of me cries out for moments past, and I ought to sit down and bear that longing, if only so I can hold that sadness close, whisper gently that new stories will come, and let it go.

[that-wildwolf]

can't believe i've never drawn fanart of my favourite movie ever

ko-fi | my art | commissions info

side by side

[lazyboy-baby]

A little WIP of this man

[unknownvirus21]

I keep forgetting to post. Here's some new OCs and stuff

Let's see. Acrobat Duo, Spot (Bunny, Evelyn Harlequin) and Stripe (Cassy Whiteclaw)

Their uniforms are inspired by 1920s acrobatic female uniforms with a few adjustments. The two are an acrobatic duo who contrast in personalities but make it work for the sake of the act. They've become the main performance of the circus due to their popularity, Spot being more popular however.

Originally, Spot wanted to join Mickey's traveling circus but she was turned away due to her being a rabbit (Mickey wasn't sure if Oswald was okay with another rabbit being near) and her figure. So instead, she jumped from a string of circuses until she landed with her current one today with Stripe.

[edit] I forgot to mention. Evelyn is a selective mute and knows sign language. She's been mostly nonverbal since she was a child. She just didn't like talking. And because of her anxiety so she preferred signing. Cassy on the other hand is as loud as they come, if not, louder. She's extremely extroverted and a bit of a mean girl.

Snake boy, "King Spike" (doesn't have a name yet) is a Basilisk, the king of snakes, and a character for my friends story. Still making his personality and stuff so more will come of him later. For now, he's just an arrogant teen who's, quiet literally, royalty. Man's wears a crown unironically bruh

The tiger is the daughter of the tiger Felix killed in one of his adventures where he gained the scar across his stomach. She was a little girl at the time but vowed to find Felix and make him pay. In current times, she does end up finding him and makes things for the crew much harder when they enter a jungle, her domain.

[rainyjays]

Ringe got his reference redone :) plus some doodles, he has scary python teeth!

[swordwh0re-blog]

let's see how this one does lol

[smellerbeep]

(me blocking random porn bots who are the only ones to follow me)

What misery it is to turn one's boat away fro siren's call. For though they would see you dashed upon the rocks and drowned, at least their voices were company on a dark and empty sea

[magic-mushroomss]

If the lion kind had come out a some years earlier Sirius and James would have Simba'ed Harry 100%

[iamlegallymarriedtoyourdad]

10 days of goretober ^⁠_⁠^

I've put on some OCS too :⁠-⁠)

[astrophysicist-jd]

Got bored and decided to draw up something for an AU I'm currently working on rn :]

[thestoriedwillow]

I need to get my ass out into the hills to do some fucking stargazing. I've been writing The Quiet Dark for untold months now and the night sky is such a huge deal in the setting but I've been here in suburbia the entire time with an intolerable level of light pollution hiding the stars from me.

You ever get out into the mountains, far off from the lights and just look up? It's breathtaking. Breath-GIVING, to steal a turn of phrase from a certain John Green. More stars than you can comprehend, with the milky way arcing across the midnight sky like... Like...

And see, here it is that my words fail me. It's been too long, years and years since I've been camping, and what feels like a full decade since I last saw the night sky in all the splendor my soul recalls. I can't put the words together to adequately communicate how impossibly beautiful I remember the night sky to be, back on that one night on that one camping trip way back when that hangs around in my mind every time I try to weave starlight into my writing.

I think at some level I might be chasing a dream, trying to bring across a vision of astral beauty that's rooted more in memory than anything else, firmly grounded in the nostalgia of simpler times, but I really do think there's something truly incredible about the night sky, something that I miss dearly.

I need to find that again. I doubt it'll actually help me get much more writing done, of course. No... I just need to seek that beauty, one way or another.

[songweretson]

I had a bit of a learning curve with my new tablet, so Runa pulled out the fancy lingerie. Because that's my happy place.

[audioaujom]

Currently fighting the urge to make every single unhinged thought a public post