#its a running joke

[cincincinnanom]

Hey Tumblr did you know me and Emmy ( @rick-ety ) are trying to make a game?

I had a school assignment that made me draw the last scene, here's our baby

That's Lithium (he/him) he's our baby hehe

I sped ran that drawing I did it in 49 minutes, somehow.

Here's more, fun fact Lithium isn't a cinnamon roll like he looks like

[hersurvival]

kim jong un surpassed WHAT

—🐇

LOL

Sit tight, sissy. I cannot speak from personal knowledge BUT it has been said that North Korean citizens believe Kim Jung-Un is "too perfect to need to urinate or defecate."

He has ascended beyond all bodily functions.

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

[noodle-schrammy]

Can we ignore that I forgot the beard?

Good?

Good!

[gunnslaughter]

I said what I said! Don’t @ me!

[spookygibberish]

Funeralworms comprise a genus of Juggernaut characterized by a heavily-built, serpentine form, the absence of eyes, a single pair of broad, paddle-like forelimbs, and a prominent array of individually articulated, crushing jaws. They are employed in the disposal of organic materials, the production of high quality fertilizer, and the reclamation of Ibis tissue from corpses. The latter function earning them a central role in Bibat funeral rites, hence the name.

In Bibat, it is believed that Ibis tissue, while a powerful creative force in life, is equally capable of corruption, especially when touched by death. It is therefor not adequate to bury the Ibistouched, since Ibis tissue, if allowed to decompose, has the potential to render the earth fallow and breed illness. By consuming the Ibistouched dead, Funeralworms collect the Ibis tissue from the flesh, freeing it from corruption, purifying it, and accumulating it in their bodies to be returned to the Oracle System. It is mandatory that the corpses of all dagnyds, Sansin, Thrones and Throne-children both headless and unbodied alike, be fed to the Funeralworm. This is not a necessary funeral rite for those who are not Ibistouched, but the devout often choose to have it preformed upon their death. If a funeralworm is not available, cremation is an acceptable alternative.

Funeralworms are semi-aquatic dagnyds that reside entirely in special pools (bymūt)constructed for their housing. At their least elaborate, bymūt are little more than shallow ponds dug into clay soil, but they are often encircled by a low, stone fence with an offering platform at one end, and a chamber for dung collection at the other. These pools are usually located several kilometers from areas of habitation, although many larger cities have grown to encircle bymūt that were originally constructed a more acceptable distance away. These tend to be the most elaborate of their kind, ending up with bespoke temple complexes erected around them. As the functions of the Funeralworm are deeply linked to Bibat customs, their husbandry is entirely handled by Sansin, though the service they offer is a public one.

The design of the bymūt is necessary for the survival of fully mature funeralworms, who are not only so large as to be incapable of freely moving over dry land, but risk being crushed beneath their own weight without the support of water. Newborn funeralworms, at about a meter and a half in length, are the most mobile of their kind, and often attempt to escape their bymūt to explore. This is usually permitted (with supervision), as such young individuals have limited processing capacity, and rarely exist in a context where the sole burden of waste management relies on them. Many Sansin are sympathetic to the plight of the Funeralworm, and see little purpose in restricting the movement of a creature which never approaches agile at any age, and for most of its decades long life will be confined to a single small pool.

Despite a life spent entirely in water, Funeralworms are entirely air-breathing, and are not particularly good swimmers. They are protected from flooding by the high fat content of their bodies, which renders them buoyant and unlikely to drown. The greatest risk floods pose is temptation. Rising water allows Funeralworms the opportunity to travel freely from their bymūt, and many die after becoming stranded once the water level recedes, especially those which are particularly old and heavy.

[oifaaa]

I keep thinking about how nonchalant Jason is about giving away his secret identity and how if even one of those goons bothered to look up Jason todd they'd probably have a half decent chance of figuring out who batman is

[yank-a-ton]

Commission for @despitethecold!

[piquuroblox]

half twisted sprout funsies

also have this horrible idea i had of how i think twisted Rodger went

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

world's most annoying man is not allowed outside due to his inability to shut up

[moeblob]

North and Simon: (shaking hands on killing Simon potentially)

[of-science-and-stars]

Happy Pride from your Friends at Harrison Armory!

More accurate (but no NHP joke) under the cut.

[skitskatdacat63]

I feel like he's never gonna actually talk about the scooter, but his behavior is also ramping up to the point where we're one pic away from seeing him openly make love to it

[writer-room]

Dragons Rising is too dangerous for us, cause now the writers have proved they care about their characters. Pixal still existing, Kai having screen time again, and finally acknowledging Lloyd is the grandson of God? This is too much power. One has not ever dared get their hopes up in Ninjago, not for anything.

And they're gonna be the death of me specifically, because now the chances that they'll acknowledge Lloyd's dragon heritage aren't at zero anymore.

[walnutcookie]

His dni list is insane

[wonderlandhour]

Lilia: *chatting about Silver's childhood*

Ash, staring at Silver, realizing several things: oh my god, are you a changling?

*Malleus and Sebek choke on their tea. Silver looks confused*

Lilia, gasping: I'm not a cradle snatcher! That's been outlawed for centuries!

Ash: you Just Said you kid-

Lilia: I was joking! I found him abandoned in a cottage!

Ash: . . . *narrowing her gaze at him in suspicion*

Lilia: I'm not a baby thief! Malleus, tell her!

Malleus: Lilia would not. . . However I did not meet Silver until he was nearly 2 years old.

Ash, slamming her hands on the rable: I KNEW IT!