#i got behind in posting again

[moonfromearth]

BFF Household

I literally just wanted to use this hair on Liberty and it turned into a household makeover 😅

[factual-fantasy]

I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT ONE SIDE PROFILE OF THE MARIO BROS NOR CAN I TELL YOU WHY

I DONT KNOW WHY OUT OF ALL OF THOSE DRAWINGS THATS THE ONE I LIKE THE MOST BUT IT’S ALL GREAT WORK FACTUAL

YOU’RE GETTING ME THROUGH FINALS👍👍👍

(Post in question)

STAAAAHP you're gonna make me fall back into my Mario phase!!1! XDD

(FR THO THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm glad you liked that doodle! I was rather proud of how it came out😊!!)

[skunkes]

that white boy needs to stop touching all the god damn food

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[mllenugget]

Hello I mcyt fandom-ified la Team du Lundi members and wrote a shit ton of text about it

After exhausting myself on trying to catch up on the current QSMP lore I got a sudden craving for a more familiar and fast paced kind of minecraft content and ended up rewatching all the Team du Lundi's SMP best of's I could find

And while doing so with my brain still hazed in fandom brainrot, I started picking up on minor details or info the players casually dropped, and drew parallels to the French speakers' QSMP counterparts This is going to be a long wordy post I don't even know what I am rambling about and for. Three things you need to be aware of about la Team du Lundi before reading :

Baghera, Antoine and Etoiles are the only QSMP players that are part of la Team du Lundi

As far as I remember the only two elements that suggest that la Team du Lundi's SMP could be canon to QSMP are Antoine being pressured into building another Tower of Shit, and Baghera's infamous fountain being mentioned when she was asked if her character remembers anything from her past before the island

La Team du Lundi's SMP was NOT a roleplaying server, it was just a private survival server for a small circle of friends casually playing together. So whenever I quote someone in this specific post, it is the streamer : there is no character other than the persona the streamer is usually showing on stream, but I just thought it would be fun to interpret certain situations while keeping in mind the QSMP lore. And here goes :

Baghera claims that when she was a kid she strongly believed that she could breathe underwater. The others joke about her having fins

Antoine jokingly tells Baghera he doesn’t need oxygen at all

Antoine claims he will still be alive thousands of years forwards

Antoine’s voice shifts when he wants to appear creepy

Baghera built an aquarium at her place, then helped Antoine build one at his tower, then built a giant swimming pool, then a fountain, then a waterslide- do you see a theme ?

Baghera knows that her skin is actually that of a chick and not a duckling, and calls it so here

Chat said that Baghera has a middle child syndrome, justifying that she bullies Angle Droit because Etoiles bullies her in the first place (Etoiles has also called her « little sister » in a derogatory way)

Etoiles has repeatedly asked people to play Valorant with him at least once

Here's a clip of Etoiles getting languaged in french and owing "a gifted sub in the swear jar"

Unrelated random clip of Etoiles because it creates happy hormones in me brain

Etoiles is regularly refered to as "the warrior"

Etoiles guided the whole group during an expedition to the End and he was literally glowing doing so (enchanted arrows effect) Everyone called him "the guide"

Baghera was the one who gave the final blow to the Enderdragon (and died from magic right after)

Etoiles spent most of his time adventuring in order to bring stuff and gear back to everyone for their builds

Etoiles asked Aypierre for help in order to design a redstone door for his cave which could only open upon solving a puzzle (which was egg & arrow related) (Aypierre was not a member of the server)

Etoiles built a nightclub with the walls and ceiling covered in wardenblocks making it look like a starry sky. He also rehomed Allays holding golden apples inside claiming them to be the souls working for him and that they lived there peacefuly

Etoiles jokingly talks about Antoine acting jealous and violent towards him because Etoiles told him he wanted to go and visit Kameto (who also was not a member of the server)

Baghera (along with Horty) had a rivalry with Joueur du Grenier (host of the server with admin powers) after he decided to build a massive parking lot right next to their house. They countered by covering the whole thing with dirt, followed by JDG building a factory and the two parties went back and forth. Baghera argued that it was stupid because they didnt even have cars to begin with (which is a sentence she reused when talking about Forever's roads) Also she tells JDG that he could've built a seaport instead, which makes JDG contemplate the thought of building an airport (and though he ended up never building it, I am side eyeing the French's plane crash)

At some point JDG wonders about what a roleplaying minecraft server would look like (RPZ 2), to which Baghera replies that she has a hard time picturing the thing "We'd all just build things you see ? I don't think we'd create stories, we would all just be like "I'm a builder, ah you too ? Well awesome, builders, cool"" and I find this to be hilariously ironic (fun fact : Baghera had no idea that QSMP was a roleplaying server when she first joined and often claims she would've taken a different approach with her character had she known right off the gate)

As I was finishing to write this down, these fuckers (/lh) decided to host a closure night for the server as they've never really officially did it, everyone just sort of deserted the server after a while. Baghera, Etoiles and Antoine kept referring to QSMP throughout the night, mostly talking about how weird it felt without mods. Among other meta commentary things

They mentionned Cellbit and Bad multiple times as the group was trying to solve enigmas. Antoine talked about "the cultural sharing" between communities as he taught insults to each others with Mike, Roier and Maximus in their respective languages Multiple more players were namedropped (including eggs) while Antoine was talking about how the server functions

Yes, Baghera and Etoiles kept their QSMP skins. Etoiles with his code corrupted purgatory one, and Baghera with her fading pink disheveled hair (with the addition of her cubito wearing Horty's merch)

Baghera admits that going back to this small familiar vanilla server feels like coming back home to your family during the holidays

Team du Lundi's cameos in QSMP :

Though Pomme has never canonically met JDG (even though most of her parents have talked about him to her at least once), she occasionaly breaks the 4th wall to refer to him. She once compared one of BBH's "vacation" flower shirts with his, and when Foolish and Bad asked her to elaborate (obviously not getting the reference) she proceeded to play JDG's music theme with the flute instead (Also I really feel the need to once more point out how mindblowing it is for your average french speaking viewer to have JDG's intro theme being added to the mod they use in the QSMP because of how anchored it is within french internet pop culture. Like this shit has been existing for 14 fucking years, it's part of the childhood of a lot of us, so to find a clip of British hardcore player Philza peacefuly listening to Mexican egg admin Tallulah play this theme on her flute feels like a multiverse fever dream)

Horty has been on Quesadilla Island through cc!Baghera's account, but neither of them really wanted to justify it RP wise. Baghera just wanted to give her best friend a tour of the island. Horty only got to meet Richarlyson who gave her a tour of Cellbit's castle and made her pick a room (she chose Chaos). She also chatted with Etoiles who tagged along for a bit and (this is obviously justified by it being a one-shot out of roleplay filler episode kind of night) they both already knew each other and were on friendly enough terms to bicker with one another Also she was part of the French speakers Quackity reached out to to invite on the server, but she had to decline because she was very busy at that time (and also not interested) Also also she was Baghera's teammate for that Formula 4 event, and Baghera has discussed it and showed pictures to a couple of islanders, including Richas who was very hyped about it

Another player the viewers were hoping to see on Quackity's server is Mynthos. He exists within the server with the picture of him that hangs in Pomme's art gallery, the cursed animation video that used to play in La France, as well as with Aypierre's health potion factory that bears his name

Angle Droit and Zerator are sometimes namedropped when the French speakers talk with their chat. Angle Droit frequently raids Baghera's and Antoine's streams, and though it has never been confirmed, a lot of viewers theorized that she was the +1 player Baghera and Etoiles wanted to invite on the server had they won the elections.

As for Zera, Etoiles went AFK on QSMP a couple of times in order to test some of Zerator's TrackMania maps (which he later discussed with Pac). I also remember a very trivial conversation Etoiles had with Mouse and Aypierre where he laughed about hurting his back very badly after carrying a fellow streamer during a caritative event, said event was hosted by Zerator (he's also the one judging them with concern from his desk)

I'm done.

Bonus alternative design for Angle Droit because at first I thought she was a fox then it turned out she was a corgi but then she changed it again to a fox and woop

[deoidesign]

I'll either succeed or I'll learn trying

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 95

Part 1 Part 94

There’s something wrong with Steve. His head’s full of cotton, and he feels like if he tries to lift it, it’ll be so weighed down his neck will snap. His hand weighs a lot too, fingers zinging error messages into his brain as they twitch.

Even his skin’s tight, like all his insides have grown and they’re putting pressure on his outsides until he’s fit to burst.

Opening his eyes feels like a momentous task, but he hears voices, and there’s something rough and warm clasping his hand. It’s been dark and cold for so long.

Steve opens his eyes.

The light is muted, but it’s enough that he can see the hand holding his own. He’d know those callouses anywhere. Those bitten nails. Those rings.

“You’re not Wayne,” he mutters, voice coming out choking and raspy, like he’s recovering from a cold.

He shudders, remembering the smoke and the choking. The voices cut out, a hush falling over the room aside from an annoying beeping noise Steve knows all too well. The scratchy sheets and cardboard mattress he knows with even more familiarity.

“I’m right here, son,” Wayne murmurs gruffly, from Steve’s other side.

Eddie gasps, theatrical even in a moment like this. “You want Wayne instead of me?” Steve grunts his affirmation, too tired to try nodding his head. “Why?”

“It’s tradition.”

Uncle Wayne huffs, but reaches for his other hand, holding it firmly. Wayne’s always holding his hand in hospital rooms. Steve hopes he can keep this.

He shifts his head, even that small moment making the edges of his eyes fizz and spark, but he wants to see Eddie. Needs to.

His eyes are wide and scared, dark shadows beneath them hollowing him out. There’s a cut along his forehead and another on his swollen nose, two black eyes swelling them. His eyebrows are raised, like he needs his eyes as clear as possible to be able to meet Steve’s gaze.

Steve tries to reach his hand out toward Eddie’s ruined face, but Eddie’s holding on too tight, so his fingers just futilely twitch against their constraints. “What happened?”

Eddie sobs, tears pouring down his cheeks as he drops Steve’s hand to lunge forward and bury his face in Steve’s neck, arms holding onto his torso hard enough to hurt.

Steve reaches his hand up, using all his strength to bury it into the loose hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck. It’s greasy and tangled, but Steve still winds his fingers in, rubbing listlessly against Eddie’s scalp as he sobs.

Eddie’s seat is quickly snatched up by Will. “What happened?” Steve asks again, hoping someone will respond. Will doesn’t open his mouth. He’s squinting at Steve like he’s looking for answers when Steve doesn’t even know the questions.

Steve shrinks back, but he doesn’t make it far with Eddie’s weight pinning him down, and his muscles still unresponsive.

Will’s gaze softens when he sees the twitch, and he nods, an affirmative response to the question Steve still doesn’t know.

Will pulls on their connection gently. It feels like his hands are reaching past Steve’s skin and lighting up his heart. Steve pulls right back, hoping it feels as comforting as it does for Steve.

Will’s eyes shine, but he’s smiling all wobbly and warm in Steve’s direction. “It wasn’t you.”

Steve’s fingers curl tighter into Eddie’s skull, the hairs on his arms standing on end. “What wasn’t?”

Will doesn’t answer, but he stands up, shuffling forward until his knees hit the edge of Steve’s bed. He’s looking down at Steve now, tears streaming.

“Will?” Ms. Byers calls, drawing Steve’s attention for the first time to her presence in the room. Steve can’t turn his head enough to catch her eye, but there’s something hard and warning in her voice.

“It wasn’t him,” Will reiterates, lifting his gaze to look over at her. The new angle bares his throat. Steve’s breath catches painfully, lungs seizing when he sees the bruising around Will’s windpipe.

They’re a deep purple and span the width of his throat – long reaching bruises like someone’s fingers had been around his throat.

“What wasn’t me?” Steve asks, but he already knows. He can feel it in the whirls on his fingertips.

Will looks back down at him, biting his lip before crawling atop the bed beside Eddie, pushing his face into Steve’s ribs. Steve shakes his hand free of Wayne’s, wrapping it around Will’s back gently.

He only ever wanted to be gentle with Will.

It takes monumental effort to turn his head enough to see Ms. Byers, and Eddie’s jostled in the process, but he has to see. He has to know.

Her eyes are hard and probing when they meet his. Just like Will’s had been. Like she’s trying to burrow straight into his brain and root around until she finds his culpability.

Ms. Byers has always been a soft touch with the ones she loves. It’s not a surprise when her eyes soften, and she reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes. She leans in to kiss his forehead.

It’s overwhelming being covered with so many bodies. But it’s warm. Steve wants to suffocate in it.

But there’s still a black hole in his brain where his memories should be; part of him is curled up small in his closet, waiting for his Mom to come back from her trip.

So, when Ms. Byers leans back, settling into her chair, he turns to Wayne.

Uncle Wayne the honest. The forthright. The dependable. “What happened?”

Wayne looks sad, but he doesn’t hesitate to speak. “It weren’t you,” he starts, raising his hand when Steve opens his mouth to protest. “But that thing that was inside ya did some damage.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Wayne’s hands are big and loose on the dirty knees of his work jeans.

“What did I do?” Steve asks again. Eddie clutches Steve tighter, snuffling as Steve pats his head.

Wayne grimaces, like he wants to protest but he doesn’t. Steve’s glad. He explains Steve disappearing into himself, the men with their guns he helped bury beneath the earth.

Their desperate attempts to bring Steve back. He remembers some of it in flickers, like a home movie of someone else’s life that’s been partially recorded over. A palimpsest. A wound.

Will’s voice reverberating through the darkness with a reverent “save you.” Wayne’s quiet, “my boy.” Eddie’s warbling, “loved you.”

The heat of skin.

A girl.

He doesn’t remember the death, or the shouting, or the pain. Like he’d hidden himself so well that only the light could get in past all that darkness.

Something in him breaks.

“I’m sorry,” he says, unsure of who he’s talking to. Will? Eddie? The people in this room? All those dead strangers? “I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t you,” Will says again, tucking himself further into Steve’s chest.

He should push Will and Eddie away. He’s a ticking time bomb, a magnet for all their unfortunes. He’ll drag them both down with him.

But he’s always been weak. He pulls them in, burying his nose in Eddie’s hair and hunkering down.

Eddie starts it. He tugs on his connection to Steve. Steve tugs back, then pulls on Will until they’re all in a constant feedback loop Steve swears he can feel in his heart.

People are dead at his feet. But it’s warm, here in this room with the people he loves best.

He relaxes into the uncomfortable hospital bed, brain fuzzy, skin warm as he falls to sleep, with dreams full of light.

And warmth.

Part 96

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[chappellrroan]

people who still hate Joe Alwyn need to get a life asap

[tj-crochets]

So it turns out there's a big craft guild organization thing only a few hours from where I live (I saw an ad for their craft fair), and I got like half my holiday shopping done on their website, and the box arrived today! The thing I was most excited to see in person is fragile, though, and it's really well wrapped in bubble wrap and I don't want it to break when I mail it to the friend it's for, so I am not unwrapping it, but oh man the temptation is there lol I also got myself a little metal bug made of a bottle cap and some wire. It lives on my little corkboard where I put postcards and thank you cards now

[nozomijoestar]

i really like the dichotomy of everyone respecting Nana as their friend off stage (and the darker feeling she has that they All take from her in one way or another except Karen) but inside the stage duels as performers with her as their ultimate test, they're all still prideful enough to treat it as every man's glory for themselves, making it so they can't hold a grudge against Nana outside the Revues because to everyone the Revues are Just Business and a space for words that don't belong outside it- which plays into the repression that's hurting all their relationships, they really thought of everything making this series

[jaiquill]

Oo! If ur open to suggestions, why not draw one (or more) of the lmk cast in a dress?

Kinda had fun with this XD Here you go (click for better quality)

[intramoon]

Nes + Erin: partners in crime & platonic soulmates & always dressed coded (+ Erin all grown-up. ;-;)

[crescentfool]

somehow i never drew the big cat from persona 3??? so here is ryoji and the big cat. as a treat.

[apollos-boyfriend]

the instant downwards spiral of danganronpa’s female characters after thh is so insane to me. like while thh has its issues and is no way perfectly written its female cast is largely treated like Normal People with real motivations and complex inner lives on par with the male cast. and then you get to literally every other game in the series and it’s like. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. obscenely obvious pedo bait. literally 0 character. sexualized sa victim. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development.

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Hunt avatar but it's a child on a scooter getting closer and louder very quickly behind you