#it's definitely a throwback

[dont-look-up]

Renji and Uryu: "20 Seconds" Then and Now

[wasyago]

quick "chip" sketch from ep 109

[illiana-mystery]

A year and 15 days ago...

[nonbinary-arsonists]

theyre so normal i promise 👍👍

[kiwibongos]

yknow what i think he has an ugly cackle too

[starcrossedkaiju]

Third life in 2024 wasn’t on my mind until I started reminiscing on all the unrealized concepts I had for a Third Life novelization with pretty in-depth world building and backstory that I never really got to see through because of circumstances but. Yeah.

[genericpuff]

throwback to that time my art peaked at age 17/18 and then i proceeded to never draw anything like it again

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne and her doggo in 1975

[queerslurheritageposts]

I come bearing links to funny faggot videos (you said you couldn’t find the series, but I have them here)

Baldur’s Gate 3

Animal Crossing (there’s two separate parts that’s why there’s two links)

Legend Of Zelda

Pokémon

these are all of the ones out now, but if any more come out, I’ll be sure to send them 🫡

not the bg3 one calling Wyll spineless 😭 he would be scared to say it tho he's too niceys

these are all very good thank you for sharing!

[creampuffqueen]

so like, logically i understand that people get grossed out or feel uncomfortable at the thought of animal dissections, surgery, euthanasia, etc.

but at the same time as someone who has been fascinated by this stuff since i was little… i don’t get it at all. like genuinely. what do you mean you almost barfed during your frog dissection in high school??? that was my favorite part 😭

there is something to be said that the average person is so disconnected from the idea of animal death that the thought of it in any capacity horrifies them (think euthanasia, invasive species culling, even just the thought that an animal died so they could eat) but again. i get that some people just find it gross

but i can’t say i understand it lol

[notmyannie]

Dior really is the embodiment of “no thoughts head empty”

[front-facing-pokemon]

Could kyogre be more derp than that

[go-see-a-starwar]

Happy Two Year Anniversary to the Kenobi Teaser Trailer dropping!

[south-sea]

Prompt: A hug when they really needed it

Metal is not always there to protect his charge. He does not like to think about that fact, even after successfully defending him from an ambush.

~619 words

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Metal is not coded to shake.

There is nothing in his circuitry to mimic the effects of adrenaline, nothing in numbers and wires that would allow an agitated state of fight-or-flight, or put ice in the pit of a stomach he does not possess. 

Still, to look at him now, stood hunched and rigid in Stardust Neo form, four-point gaze fixed on the threat now passed before him, one could be forgiven for assuming he's coming down from a rush of adrenaline.

He processes. Processes again. Considers. Reconsiders. Scans. Re-scans and confirms, wonders, wonders, wonders.

A drop of red falls from the tip of his claws into the snow. His gaze sweeps up and over the fell beast collapsed on its side in its own pool of red and more red. It had lunged at them, from camouflage to all teeth and claws, aiming to make a meal of his charge. He should have seen it before it ever moved at all. He did not. And now it is dead. Is it dead? There are no others. Are there any others? It had not managed to snap its jaws around his partner. What if it had? What if the next beast they encounter does? What would he do then? What would it look like, feel like, to see gold-into-black blood mixed in with crimson? To find Shadow with one less limb? To go home with no Shadow at all?

He is reminded of broken quills and hours-old blackish blood thrown together on ice. Of the uncertainty then, years ago, and wondering if all that would ever remain of his Shadow were quills and a tattered blanket.

There is ice and snow on the ground here, too.

There are no broken quills at his feet. He has confirmed there are not. And yet he cannot help but wonder: What if there were? There are no other signs of a struggle. What if he had not been there? What if he had not been fast enough? What if he had failed, like so many times before?

Another second passes. Another drop of red stains the snow beside him.

The ability to wonder is a plight on his systems.

"It's alright," a rattled voice from somewhere behind assures themself as much as him. He does not hear it. "I'm alright. Thank you."

Metal is not coded to shake. But what if, what if, what if—

"It's alright," the voice says again, more strongly this time, and his tactile sensors pick up on a warmth enveloping his forearm.

His processors turn in the direction of the sensation before his head does, and when he does look, he finds Shadow with his arms wrapped around one of his own as best he can manage. Metal's forearm in this form is nearly the length of Shadow himself, and yet he manages. He tugs Metal's towering figure downward, turns his torso, and pilots him into an embrace. 

Metal's eyes flicker to process. He can barely comprehend what might compel Shadow to extend a gesture like this. Was it not Shadow who was nearly struck down only moments ago? Is the hug for Shadow's own comfort, to ease his own nerves? His breathing is normal. His heartbeat is still accelerated, but slowing. Surely there must be something his sensors aren't picking up on—and he doesn't question it. Metal's free-again arm reaches around to numbly return the gesture in attempt to provide that comfort before he realizes.

Is it for him? Is Shadow trying to calm him?

"You are alright," Metal repeats. It's not a question, not a reassurance—it's a statement, an acknowledgement.

To say it aloud is to make it real, and for once, it benefits him.

[rayofmisfortune]

Hey- *leans over* a little of a guilty pleasure of mine, I love seeing my favorite characters suffer. Just absolutely be tormented both mentally and physically. Bonus points if they start to hate themselves and believe the lies fed to them day in and day out by their tormentor and feel like they are deserving of the pain.

[snixx]

the 39 clues girlies are having a field day in the notes of a post I made months ago and all I can do is gaze upon them fondly as I remember the most passionate late lover of my life