#i'm being srs

[byfulcrums]

THE HTTYD SOUNDTRACK IS SO GOOD... I'LL NEVER GET TIRED OF SAYING IT

[strayg0dss]

what is your secret to cooking this hard

Autism, I'm afraid

[kijiij]

i was wondering why I kept seeing the same foods but then I remembered thanksgiving was actually a holiday and not just a thing that white people made up

[project-sekai-archives]

The Sanrio Gacha was Postponed until next year (Jan 7th 2025)

[korogie]

Found this video I had saved in 2022 Normal behavior btw

[shey-pancake]

⚠ (FNAF MOVIE LAST TRAILER SPOILERS !!)

"He is coming...BACK"

so the last fnaf movie trailer came out today and DAMN I COULDN'T HELP TO DRAW SPRING WHEN HE APPEARED !! IT WAS SO RAW AUHHHGGG /POS

reference screenshot I used for this quick colored doodle !! (it's brigthened up btw)

og screenshot:

[hyperionheights]

however much you think you love temperance brennan i love her in a deeper far more complex way than you ever will

[little-mouse-adventures]

@orangerosebush's post here, with my comment and @fowlblue's tags today got me thinking.

Artemis Senior has been teaching his son matters of business from a young age. Not only was Artemis, at 11 years old, discussing stocks with his father, but Fowl Senior had been imparting his wisdom onto his son for years by that point, discussing the ever-increasing value of gold with him before tucking him into bed. Even outside of pure monetary value, Sr. had tried to go legitimate with his business dealings, leading Artemis to have a few legal ventures of his own.

We also see very early on in the books that Artemis has been regularly using Butler as a resource for his plots: bouncing ideas off him was apparently a fairly common tactic when he was scheming.

Both Artemis Senior and Butler are interested in (or at least, not opposed to) educating Artemis on the ways of their lifestyle(s). It would be Artemis Senior who would have taught his son the value of banks and safety deposit boxes and hidden safes but it was Butler who was actively working with Artemis to rob those safety deposit boxes.

In the same vein of breaking-and-entering, TLC also gives us the fun little moment where Butler hands Artemis his own lockpicks, to get into the workings of the bomb.

With one line we learn that Artemis knows how to pick locks, but does not have his own set of lockpicks. Butler, on the other hand, has both the tools and knowledge how to use them. Partnered with a brief mention in TTP of some the specific trades of those previously employed by Artemis Senior (including such things as crime lords, insider traders, and cat burglars), we can extrapolate that Artemis Senior would generally hire someone to pick a lock for him, rather than do so himself.

It's pretty logical to conclude then that Artemis learned big-picture management from his father, and day-to-day skillsets from his bodyguard.

Essentially, Artemis Senior taught Artemis how to run a criminal empire. Butler taught Artemis how to be a criminal.

[reksink]

A Creature and Its Creator (With Bonus Harrassment)

[sketchy-toasters]

Back at it again with the parent swap edits

[real-minnesota-state]

I'm feeling sleepy so let me tell you a story.

Let me tell you about fairies.

There are 3 rules:

1: NEVER, and i mean NEVER, go out without a way home. If you don't pay attention to the trail, it will change. Don't go to the lights in the wood, they are not home. Keep the track home and tred lightly.

2: always ask their names. Never ask for favours. I learned this when I was young, first with spirits and then the fae. They give away blessings to those that ask for them. You must be corteous- say hello, say goodnight. Ask their name and their story. If they tell it, do not leave before they finish.

3: never leave the connection open. If you open a gate, shut it. If you greet them, say goodbye. If you ask, you must thank, and if they give a name you must return one. If you break a fairy circle, fix it with plucked dandelions and inkcaps before they can find you. Flower crowns left on branches make good gifts, and so do leftover local fruit. Pick up litter, but leave something natural to replace it.

After the rules, there comes simple things you need to know. The fairies in my town liked inkcaps the best. I grew up in a Minnesota town full of cliffs, wood, and running water. The places fae love and hate. Always greet the shadow figures- they are not fae, but they are friends. If you have other people around, don't say a word. Just because you can see them doesn't mean the others can.

The fae are for more human in this day. They aren't monsters anymore. They are the deer hunters with leather gloves separating them from the iron. They are the children with missing fingers from old mousetraps. They are the little boys sitting in rings of dandelions with too many teeth missing. They are not monstrous, do not treat them as such.

Some will call them unholy. Their mirrors break. Some mock the spirits- I saw the burns from his possession. Some hurt those the fae like, and the dandelions wilt a bit faster in their hands. I see them the most in November and March- the footsteps without start or end, the boots without a brand on the bottom. They like the snowbanks that are melting. The fae can feel the mushrooms beneath.

You do not insult the fae. A Fairy tree is a fairy tree, and I grew up with plenty. Now that I think about it, I met many fae. Most taught me songs while we sat in fairy trees. I learned things nobody else knew, and I learned songs before they came out. My mother called me a fairy, once. The church kicked her out a few months later. She resorted to calling me a devil instead.

One of the girls I met never gave me her name. I just called her evelyn. She taught me a nursery rhyme, one by her name. Her hair was in red ringlets. I told her my name, and she left after we found mushrooms beneath the slide. I got rid of those mushrooms. At the same park, I met many people. There was a vine that everyone used as a swing under one of the mulberry trees, and I never fell off. I used to climb up to a place only i could reach and swing- ironically, I was the shortest. Those kids didn't believe in fairies. They took more than they needed. Those ones forgot my name quickly. I think the fae were helping me get away.

Another time we were at the local school. Walking distance, far from anything related to spirits. You were more likely to find wasps than anything else. Someone else saw it first- a silhouette with glowing orange eyes. I called it out and waved. When the shadow shifted, everyone decided to leave. It rained before we could reach the mulberry swing, and I saw two more.

There was a fairy tree in my grandparents backyard. It connected my grandmother's garden and the birdbaths. I would always go through the tunnel it formed, but never saw anyone despite her garden leading directly into the street. I learned to stop going that way quickly, but i leave snacks there for the fae sometimes.

My town was haunted, but we could accept that. The fae were a dirty secret nobody could admit. Why, the fairy trees were just bad lawnwork! Not like the last person to try cutting it down broke his leg. They left everything so open and yet so dull. To an untrained eye, it was only a birdbox in the woods. To me, it was a closed fairy door.(You could see the iron nails and the horshoe charm on it.) To you, it was nothing special. To us, it was a gate we needed to close behind us.

There was many paths behind my school. We spent hours exploring them- but it was only thirty minutes, even though it had changed so much. The doorways changed how time worked. Fairy doorways always take something from you, and you need to go back through them in order to get it back. I never found a four-leaf clover in my life, but i still scoured it even before i knew they were lucky. Even before i knew clover revealed the fairies.

The snow melts slower where the fairies step. If you follow, they teach you how to balance. They teach you how to make your steps small and fast and delicate. They teach you how to make flower crowns and how to pick the wild strawberries. The fae teach you everything you taught them.

Don't get in their bad favours. Always wave back, and smile at the reflections. They love you. That doesn't mean they won't dish out consequences.

[angelicfailure]

pls tell me I'm not the only one getting that one lincoln au everywhere on my tiktok fyp

[masschase]

i've been thinking about SR1 a lot recently

[parasitoidism]

Guys is it lame to give cookies as a gift like if i was your friend and I was like here's your gift it's like 5 cookies I made is that lame

[explodingstarlight]

WHO ARE THESE TWO I NEED TO KNOW I LOVE THEIR DESIGNS SO MUCH WHO ARE THEY !!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/explodingstarlight/747441619339558912/a-bit-late-but-a-welcome-back-from-burnout-gift?source=share

Oh, hi, hello!! Always lovely to meet a new face!

These lil guys are Xor & Nova--colloquially known as the Cyberspace Duo (get it?). Nova is my Rise OC/turtlesona, while Xor belongs to the very cool and rad @snailsnaps ✨

Xor 🤝🤝 Nova: Meeting for the first time while running away from their own fanclub of angry Hidden City residents (did you mean?: angry mob)

Both Snails and I have some additional art and references for the both of 'em, so you're always welcome to check 'em out! Most of my own posts are under the #rise nova and #cyberspace duo tag (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(and thank you so much for your ask & kind words!! <3)

[narfin-frood]

I love your swap au so much! Im so excited to see where it goes! I do have a question, though. Do you think there'd ever be a point where wander like...snaps a little. Like in The Box and sends his followers after Hater (Mr Meteor) and Sylvia gets a little concerned for her buddy?

i actually vanished from here for a few hours because i received an ask not unlike this one that spurred a really involved fuckingstoryboard and now i'm gonna have to try and sort it out into an animatic so to answer your question without revealing too much: ou yeah he snaps