#i mattered to the ant....

[inkskinned]

oh, no, i have no concept of the size of a whale or of the galaxy. i am cosmically insignificant, which is fine. the other day i accidentally spilled a few grains of sugar on the counter. i watched a single ant heft it over his head and run with it - run! - like he was carrying a crown.

sometimes when i am watching the rain i think about how each particular drop is new and only exists for right-now and yet it is the same water as it has been for millennia. the atoms i am are only meeting in this form for this one life. later maybe they will be a mushroom. maybe in the infinite expanse of time, two of my molecules will meet each other again and they'll say i remember existing with you. which is maybe how a star feels, watching humans dance and laugh and sing in the bodies we are borrowing.

what am i in the cosmic sense? what of the stupid human exploits of my tiny human life?

the other day i found a wilting bumblebee and fed it a little water. after an hour, he made a lazy loop of flight. up and towards the stars.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[corsairspade]

vision impaired celegorm (with guide dog huan) is great not only because “celegorm the fair” with granny miriel’s albinism but because he’s not scowling intimidatingly at you… he is squinting all the time cause he can’t see shit.

[tj-crochets]

The giant ant is complete, and it turned out so much better than I’d even imagined! It’s also surprisingly easy to comfortably carry around, which I did not expect

[tyrianludaship]

okay im kinda stupid but I don't think selfshipping with Judge Claude fucking Frollo from Hunchback of Notre Dame, is a good idea

[lanshappycorner]

The vampire/human yaoi I have concocted in a lab, view them

[planefood]

This is just a thing I see on my internet romps every now and then but it drives me crazy for no reason, bare with me. Why do people draw lines in the sand about different kinds of therians lol? Who cares if someone woke up and decided that they're wolf therian or something when you decided unconsciously you were a wolf therian instead. Why do people fight about whether or not someone can choose to be therian, its the most silly gatekeeping I see. And don't come at me saying "well theres this label for chosen therians because they're not actual therians like me" you guys... made these terms up in the first place it literally doesn't matter. There is absolutely zero difference between a chosen therian and a not chosen therian and you can't convince me otherwise. How would a self proclaimed "real" therian know that they didn't just choose to be therian one day, there's absolutely no way you can know that for sure.

Every time I become curious about a subculture there's always some ridiculous gatekeeping, even objectums seem to fight over silly bullshit.

[abandoned-quiche]

the way the world of deltarune treats darkners reminds me of bugs. you can kill a butterfly, end its entire life in an instant. it has no way of knowing this will happen. it is just existing and then suddenly its life is cut short. and literally nothing will change. there will be absolutely no consequences for you doing this. you just killed and nothing will come of it. nobody will ever notice.

you are not locked into the snowgrave route until you kill a lightner. all of those other lives didn't matter; they are "beneath" you.

...that or they're just not dead because "snowgrave" is labelled as fatal and iceshock is not, and also freezing is a thing that happens to computer programs sometimes so you're really just incapacitating them for the time being which kinda sucks but you're not like murdering them it's not super duper significant

[seth-burroughs]

I don't think that the reason why Number One's homunculus came out perfect and everyone else's was defective is that No1 had a ""Superior"" extra wrinkly guinness record brain or whatever the fuck. It's most likely because, you know, the UG facility's research was probably way better funded and carefully, well, researched, and picked out just one individual to focus on cloning -- on the other hand, KW's Project: Homunculus was unbelievably fucking rushed because Huesca wanted so bad to have one over the unified government he just started raw dogging the experiments and collected the DNA of almost every single person in that city because even if their homunculi do come out a bit undercooked at least they've got the numbers babyyyyy take that unified fuck. I think more thought and care went into building all these damn clone pods we saw for all of them than their actual creation. "something unexpected occured in our efforts to find suitable DNA" -> "i will die in approx. 20 seconds and STILL I won't admit I any% blind speedran playing god and failed due to the easily foreseeable consequences of my abysmal choices. It's actually a dna skill issue on those defects fuck them pinkies my final message. goodbye"

[cappurrccino]

the king in yellow: i don't hate humans, i'm indifferent to them. they are but ants to me and it would be beneath me to feel any sort of emotions toward such meaningless creatures

also the king in yellow: i have never hated anything as much as i hate this one (1) british man, so much so that i'm making it my personal mission to torment him to hell and back and pull him apart atom by atom for the rest of all eternity

[ants-personal]

hope season 2 has a plot point where a new witch or demon warlock whatever gets annoyed with the boys and crystal and so they do a spell that binds them to wherever their bodies are separating them and also then we get to see that

a. Edwins body has been gathering dust in the basement of the school shoved in a box in the wall out of sight out of mind and we get to see more flashbacks/trama with that (maybe even some mention of his parents a letter or a vist) but we also get a cont scene of charles choosing edwin over death and yeah the demon that took him is around cause the portal was open and he was summoned so he can come and go feedin on the torment the kids cause eachother thats amplifyed by his presence could go either way hes actually chill or he wants to take edwin back because the boy who escaped hell twice fetchs for a high price

b. Charles is stuck in the graveyard/town he grew up in buried with a small cracked headstone with simply his name and dates. We get more flashbacks of charles childhood maybe it isnt all bad but the darkness of his father always looms the man isnt even dead and yet theres a dark force he creates. He gets to see his mom up close when she sneaks out to vist his grave could be a touching moment that she gets to see charles since sadly shes probably dying and seeing her boy still young and happy makes it so when she does past on or tragically she doesnt get to hear or see him but he leaves a sign for her

meanwhile crystal has jenny help her find her friends while also trying to figure out how to break the stupid curse between edwins books the cat king or going after the curser head on

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Late Night Talking

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[the-ghost-in-your-walls]

Either Will or Kaiko magically change height like every other episode. I am more bothered about this than i should be, but it kinda annoys me when character's heights aren't consistent

Here Kaiko's leaning forward, and still reaches to like half of Will's head

Here she's standing up straight and reaches right above his shoulders

I somehow like always notice these things in shows and it always annoys me

[xylophone888]

an eternal classic

[femslashspuffy]

SHUT UP everyone SHUT UP. I just realized Venom is gonna be the first trilogy ever where I'll have watched every film in theaters during the original release. The first time EVER for me???

6 years. I was just finishing middle school and now I'm half way through college. And the whole time ive had the same interest in the world's most fuckable alien. There is not a single other thing that I have consistenty remained interested in in the past 6 years. And I get to watch 3/3 in theaters. How wonderful. How marvelous. Even if I DO have to sit between my straightest friend and my father. That's so crazy

[charmwasjess]

*getting in with a rose in my mouth* tell us about the ✨breakfast fic✨

EXCUSE ME ANT YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT THE BREAKFAST FIC IS 👿

I suppose this is fair payback for when I tag you in these when I know you're writing Torture cave goodness.

Ahem.

The breakfast fic is PWP, the morning after a night, Sifo-Dyas and Dooku wake up together and have, uh, a nice breakfast. In this part, they're actually still in bed. Cut for smut so enter at your own peril:

“Sorry,” Sifo-Dyas grinned. “Just checking to see if you were still alive.”

“With which part were you checking?” Dooku stretched languidly.

“My eyes.” Sifo-Dyas made an attempt to sound sweet and innocent as he straddled him, taking the opportunity to pin Dooku while he was still waking up and vulnerable to such attacks. His partner’s larger body felt warm and solid between his legs. It was good to look down, see all of his muscled chest and abdomen, his duelist’s arms, to feel all that potent energy under him, but for once, made calm. And if Sifo-Dyas touched the Force, he could feel he was pleased to see him, in spite of his teasing. 

“Your eyes. Ah. Of course.” Dooku used the position to his own ends, reaching into his sleep pants and finding what he wanted. “Forgive my assumptions. I must have been mistaken.” 

“Stars,” he sucked a breath as Dooku’s calloused thumb circled the sensitive head of his cock, as if to make some roundabout point, and then stroked him. He let his head tip back, his hips rocking forward in time with Dooku’s motions without his permission. “That’s so nice…” 

“I know.” Dooku's smug reply was half a purr, half a rumble, low and rough with sleep. He didn’t stop. "Did I hear Jocasta leave?”

“--had to go to the Archives...” Sifo-Dyas murmured, trying to maintain the casual conversation and resist fully thrusting into that obliging palm. His plans for not escalating this wake up into a sexual encounter were rapidly devolving. “There’s breakfast.” 

“Mmn.” Mild disapproval. Dooku did not usually eat until he’d been awake for several hours. 

“...there’s caf?” he tried again.

“Hmm.” More approvingly. “I want a shower first.” 

Actually, a shower did sound nice. They had fallen asleep in a collective tangle last night, the sweat drying on their skin. “Can I come?”

"Oh," Dooku’s eyes flicked up from his task with a very interested expression, “...yes.” 

Sifo-Dyas choked on a laugh, in spite of his compromised condition. “--come join you in the shower, I meant.”

“Oh.” Dooku reconsidered. “Yes.”