#i was planning on updating today

[oceanera12]

I deadass had a dream last night that you showed up personally at my house to tell me there was a new chapter of Built Family, that’s how fixated I am on that fic send help—

*KICKS OPEN YOUR BEDROOM DOOR*

WAKE UP READERS, A NEW CHAPTER JUST DROPPED!

*chants ominously* Impulse, Impulse, Impulse, Impulse---

[potatobugz]

objects loving objects baby!!!!

[myokk]

Eloise🥹💓

[ghostespresso]

staff logging on to tumblr dot com today

[zealous-starlight]

Hello TF2 community! I have decided that I'd make a TF2 visual novel!

Updates Every Friday!

I've been wanting to do this for a while but I just got around to finally working on it! It's going to be a long time away from being finished, but I plan to give regular updates on how it's going, along with some of what y'all can expect. Below is just some stuff you should know if you decide to follow along. If you have any questions feel free to shoot me an ask!

I've never made a visual novel before, so I'm playing fast and loose here. I'm learning the very basics of coding as I go along so don't knock me if it takes a while or I fuck up along the way

I don't have access to a computer, but I found a way to make visual novels on mobile through an app called Kocho. I'm working with what I got!

You can feel free to ask questions or just hang out and talk. This blog is mostly just to keep a record on this whole process and questions and comments are a great help towards that goal!

I am doing this alone for fun in my free time, this is most definitely not something I'm planning on making a big huge deal of. I'm very passionate about these characters and I just wanna romance 'em.

As for my credentials, I've been a fanfiction writer for upwards of nine years now, so I definitely have some experience with making a story. I'd also say I'm a pretty decent artist, though I certainly wouldn't call myself one of the best. You guys will get to see examples of these in the updates that are to come, so I hope I'll be able to impress.

Let's just have a bit of fun with this. Talk to me about whatever you wanna know, ask whatever you wanna ask. This is so incredibly unserious for me beyond wanting a decent final product and a good experience with this community that I love so dearly.

That's all for now, have a lovely rest of your day!

[spectralsails]

now where could you be hiding?

[coolnonsenseworld]

Winter Wonderland part 4 - Winter Wondering II - Part 7-8/8

previous / end

linktr.ee/mezzy

As a last minute decision I connected 7&8 part, and with this, we arrive at the end! If the ending makes you sad, remember it's a prequel and you can come full circle by reading Winter Wonderland. WW is already pay what you want product in EUR shop. You can read it for free, but I will appreciate any kind of donation greatly if you have the opportunity <3

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!!! ❤️💙

[patchesjam]

slime spoke about dream and cantu thing and said if someone hits u then u get hit back in the real world cause outside of the internet ur not a "smol bean" (like people were making cantu out to be) and aiden said that mf isnt even a smol bean hes 20 😭

good for slime i love a lover of talk shit get hit

[vanillaspicedcrow]

A quick Chibi Uzi before a pass out.

[solroskajan]

Update, at last!

[tetzoro]

happy sunday friendz ෆ may you rest up today ! drink lots of water, unclench your jaws, & be gentle with yourself as this week comes to a close (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

[cubbihue]

okki i go to sleep now. i went through as many wholesomes art today bcs tomorrow's nothing but heavy asks and implications.

I'll reiterate it here tonight before I go to sleep though.

Itty Bitties is, although wholesome and cute, rather grim. If. If Chimmy wasn't any indication of that.

The humans are terrible and do terrible things for their own benefits, even if it's for good. The fairies don't follow human morality and aren't as good natured as they appear.

FOP has a lot of implications of shitty topics such as physical or verbal abuse as slapstick comedy. I'm removing that humor in this AU. They'll be tagged appropriately per ask, but I won't be ignoring those topics or lessening it. Actually, i'm making it worse. So. Uh. Yeah.

Tomorrow's asks cluster will have grim topics.

Below the readmore are bare scrap doodles for the less grim asks.

Spoilers Ahead (not for any main story plots. but like, for art that'll show up tomorrow)

there's about 7 asks i have planned to release tomorrow, hopefully. After I'm gonna do my best to squeeze in an update for the Timmy/Hazel/Dev plot.

[astrobei]

may i offer some byler exes fic in these trying times (it’s a road trip fic but we’re not there yet)

[adrift-in-thyme]

Febuwhump Day 7: Suffering in Silence

Ao3

CW for PTSD, referenced injury, and unresolved interpersonal conflict

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He needs sleep. 

Warriors stares into the water-speckled restroom mirror and sees nothing. Blurred shapes are all that are there, forms and colors he knows make up his visage. But his sandpaper eyes have turned them all indistinct. 

He is borderless now, as shifting and immaterial as he feels. Brush against him and he will simply float away.

Or sink into the depths that call him. 

Taking a deep breath, he scoops a palmful of water onto his face. Its icy frigidity does little to awaken him. He is too far gone for that now. 

Movement. Thought. They are nearly impossible. Have been all day.

Perhaps, that is why he had lost it earlier. Perhaps, that is why, the infallible, optimistic captain had simply…snapped.

His breath hitches unexpectedly. Trembling legs give way, depositing him on the tiled floor. Warriors brings his hands up and digs his palms into his eyes, fighting against the searing bite of oncoming tears. 

Damn it. Keep it together, captain. You already fell apart once, don’t do it again…

His hands curl into fists. Fingernails dig mercilessly into calloused flesh.

Wild’s words still echo in his mind, a terrible weight he is almost certain he lacks the strength to shoulder. 

Even a spirit of courage isn’t mighty enough for things like this.

Hurl him into hoards of squealing beasts. Send him hurtling through time and space. Drop him in the midst of situations he struggles to even comprehend. Take those he loves to a place he cannot go himself. Tear his body apart until there is nothing left. 

He can handle all that. He was built to handle all of that. 

But to strive so hard, so long only to hear that cursed shout…

“I hate you!”

The deathly chill that has gripped him since the fight (the one that had closed him off from the hero shouting in his face, that had turned his gaze dull, his expression stony, filled his mind with cotton so he could neither think nor feel…and had ignited Wild’s ire further) cracks and shatters into one million pieces. Pain cleaves through the exhausted numbness. A sob rips through his throat.

He’s heard worse. Far greater accusations, far worse insults have been spewed at him with fury and revulsion. Screamed at him as fists and feet connected with bone and muscle; shouted as blades ate away at flesh and cloth.

His own men had called him a traitor to Hyrule. The people he fought to protect had dubbed him a murderer. 

It hadn’t hurt as badly as this.

Warriors lets his head fall back against the wall. Hot tears glide down his cheeks, streaming down his neck to skitter beneath his collar. 

He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. He hadn’t meant to break. But the sleepless nights had only continued since Twilight’s brush with death. The tasks hadn’t stopped piling up. The troubles hadn’t stopped parading through.

(The memories had kept coming, hounding at his every step, haunting his dreams, stealing the breath from his lungs. Memories of death and loss. Of betrayal and heartbreak.)

The latest battle had just been too much. Especially, when Wild had disobeyed orders yet again, hoping to catch the Shadow before he could streak through another gateway. 

Normally, Warriors would have held his tongue until he found the best wording for a rebuke. Normally, he would’ve dealt with the situation calmly, firmly…kindly.

But he had been so, so tired. 

Even now, he longs to fall into the plush embrace of a heap of blankets. But sleep was impossible out there where he could feel their eyes on him, hear their murmured conversations. He couldn’t-couldn’t see their faces a moment longer.

Warriors hadn’t even allowed himself to dwell on their expressions. Sorrow, shock, judgement, pity — he had identified them all in the split seconds he’d had to look over his friends.

His brothers.

The lump in his throat burns. Warriors swallows against it. 

He will have to come out soon, stone-faced and determined. He will have to face the repercussions of everything that has happened with a brave front.

He will have to force down the emotions churning within him, the hurt boiling up. 

He has suffered in silence for a close to a week now. And it’s not as though he isn’t skilled at the art of constructing facades by now. At times, the mask feels realer than his true face.

So, really, what’s a little longer for the sake of tentative peace?

Though, what kind of peace can be struck when one person despises the other?

He chuckles, harsh and wet. The sound is hardly audible over the never-ending rush of the water that cascades from the faucet.

Shut it off, the soldier within him shouts. Resources must be preserved.

Warriors doesn’t budge from his place on the floor. 

If he had obeyed his instincts, however, he might have heard the sound of a hand on the doorknob, a pick in the lock. 

Wind shimmies into the bathroom with shocking stealth. At the sound of the door clicking closed, Warriors startles. Instantly, his hand flies to his boot, seeking the dagger nestled against his leg. But then, his gaze lands on the sailor, standing mere feet from him, expression screwed up in worry. And he lets his hand drop to the floor.

“Goddesses, sailor,” he breathes, “you almost gave me a heartattack. Trying to put me in an early grave?”

Wind slips down beside him, shoulder pressed to the captain’s.

“Sorry! I just…” He looks down at his hands, clasped atop his lap. “...I didn’t think you were actually taking a bath in here. That would’ve been a really long one if you were.”

Warriors chokes out a chuckle. “Wouldn’t be out of character for me though, would it?”

Wind shrugs. “People don’t go bathe after a fight. I know I never do when Aryll and me argue.” 

The ceiling smears further into combined shades of emerald-blue. Warriors clears his throat. The suffocating tightness doesn’t lessen.

“‘M sorry you had to hear all that, sailor,” he croaks. “I shouldn't have snapped.”

Wind is quiet for a long thread of moments. When he speaks again, his voice is small. His words, however, are firm, confident. 

“Wild didn’t mean what he said, you know.”

The ache in Warriors’ chest pierces deeper and spreads like a blot of ink on silken cloth. 

Right when he thought this day couldn’t get any worse, now the sailor is trying to comfort him.

…as he mopes on the bathroom floor.

How far can you fall in one day?

Pretty far, it seems.

He shakes his head, hoping the sound of his hair brushing the wall behind him will cloak that of his shuddering breaths.

“Wind, you don’t have to — ”

Wind scoots closer and wraps his two arms around Warriors’ one.

“It’s true! Wild said some really bad stuff but…he was just angry at the Shadow. And…scared.” Large orbs the color of the Great Sea gaze into Warriors’. “Like you.” 

The captain is quiet, allowing that a moment to sink in. Or, perhaps, to merely settle on the tower of wavering feelings stacked within him.

He’s so tired. (How many times has he thought that now?) If he closes his eyes, the weight hovering atop him will plummet, dragging him down with it.

More tracks of salty water scurry down his cheeks, bringing warmth to his chilled flesh. 

“You’re gonna have to talk to him, you know,” the sailor continues, voice just audible over the continued downpour. “Wild can be an idiot sometimes, especially when he feels bad. He’s gonna wanna talk about what happened but…he probably thinks you hate him now.”

That hardly makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. But Warriors knows he’s got a point. 

Some people reach outward when regret has them by the throat. Wild has already lashed out. Now, his only option is to go in.

And when that happens, even the rancher can hardly drag him out.

Good to know luck is on my side, snarks the spiral of self-pity. 

Warriors drags in a breath and swallows a mouthful of tears.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he hums. He coaxes his arm out of Wind’s grasp and wraps it around his slight shoulders, pulling him close. “You’re a smart kid, you know that?”

Wind giggles, softly. “Yeah, I know.” He pauses. “And I know you and Wild are gonna be okay. You’re brothers! Siblings always make up, trust me!”

“You’ve got a lot of optimism, sailor,” Warriors whispers. 

Silence glides in on the tail of his words. It settles, heavy and hyptonizing over the small space. Warriors allows it to reign for a while. 

The days of stress and exhaustion have fully caught up to him now. Frazzled, devastated thoughts slow, bumping lazily against one another. He stares ahead of him and lets everything disappear behind a film of sorrow and fatigue. 

“Hey, Wars?” Wind’s voice is a bit louder now, but hesitant. Gentle. “I love you.”

Warriors’ eyes slide closed of their own accord. He doesn’t bother to drag them open again.

“Love you too, sailor,” he murmurs and every word is laborious to utter. “Love you too.”

[rootbeermilktm]

i finished the next series and hAd to make more human dragonets. when i say im obsessed i mean that i held out for max a week after finishing quibli’s book before rereading both series. someone remind me to post my headcanons about all of them bc let me tell you i have thoughts and ideas.

[mintjeru]

thinking about sethos voicelines (up to friendship lvl 2) and how he'd get along with kvthm bc i love them all a normal amount-

(unrestrained brainrot under the cut)

i've actually been thinking about them since cyno's 2nd story quest bc i was pretty intrigued by sethos' backstory but didn't want to hc too much until i had a better idea of his personality

and disclaimer: i only have sethos at friendship lvl 2 which means i don't have access to his "about [character]" lines and may be disproved by canon (but when has that ever stopped me)

ok so first, i know in my heart that kaveh and alhaitham would be permitted to enter the temple of silence given they have the trust of not only cyno and tighnari but also lesser lord kusanali

if sethos and those affiliated with the temple agreed to it, i think kvthm would be sent there to study its architecture and record any inscriptions

both of them, especially alhaitham, would also be excited to be able to read the books only available in the temple of silence

but moving on.

sethos and alhaitham would get along well bc they're both knowledgeable people who actively try to learn more

sethos considers himself a people person and enjoys learning more through talking w/ desert travelers and meeting others in sumeru city

whereas alhaitham is well-read and stays on top of current events through hearsay as he demonstrated during the optional dialogue during cyno's 2nd story quest

and sethos is always happy to help those who have questions, even going so far as to ask around in his network

so i think they could have interesting conversations and learn a lot from each other

now for kaveh, both he and sethos have similar voicelines on being out and about rather than cooped inside all day

and they both get sentimental about the stars in the night sky

also i like to think kaveh likes shopping at the grand bazaar, which sethos also frequents

so!! kaveh and sethos might go stargazing in the desert, maybe after kvthm have settled in after the journey to the temple of silence

and back in sumeru city, kaveh and sethos would enjoy sharing snacks and shopping in the bazaar together (or just taking a stroll and people-watching to relax)

and i'm not sure if this is canon yet but To Me, sethos gets invited to the cyno/tighnari/kaveh/alhaitham dinners whenever he's in town ^^

they are all good friends i know this to be true in my heart