#its not my native language

[nightyraven-art]

As I'm working on my post-botw au I have the final design of my Link

It's been a year of me trying to find a design and writing this project I wouldn't say its finished but I'm at a great starting point.

A big thanks to the people who helped me continuing this projects bc I was stuck for months XD

The premise takes place after botw when Link and Zelda found out Ganon's skeleton (inspired by totk trailer) this au doesn't have zonai. If you are wondering what happened? Gloom takes over Link's body. Purah helped making the suit with the remains of the divine beast and ancient Guardians parts.

The Adventure starts with Zelda this time(still a wip) meanwhile Link goes to the depths. Later on they both will work together.

However Link will be not alone after awhile...someone is watching him or maybe waiting for him

I'm still working on this project in the meantime, it's not done but big thanks to my friends helping me out with this.

I'm currently writing a fanfic abt this au and designing Zelda, it might take some time but don't worry!!! I'm still working once I have free time

This started as a joke and began something more, I wouldn't made it to this point if it wasn't for my friends!!

I just ask any of you to be patient in the meanwhile but I hope I'm not letting anyone out I'm just trying my best to make it memorable.

I'm very proud of my progress on this project!!

[heshmmity]

i cant even fully explain how much i love bill and mabel's friendship. they paint their nails pink together. throwing sleepovers with candy and grenda, he is like a girl dad but uncle to all of the girls. (including pacifica, shes also a guest on parties when she isnt busy)

bill gives mabel dating tips (poorly. these tips suck.) and all these tips suck bc bill is a pathetic dude. he literally whines to mabel every time ford is busy with researches and ignores him for five minutes. mabel knitted like a million sweaters for him with personal designs (sooo much doritos jokes)

and they dont allow ford, stan or dipper on their sleepovers. bill teaches girls how to play all sorts of gamblings and at first he was like doing all sorts of giveaways to girls but then he realizes that he cant actually win them in damn poker. he lost a lot of sweets that day. sweets and dignity

i have so much headcanons for them helppppp

[flovoid]

CRIMINAL VS DETECTIVE

a detective who is obsessing over solving a case involving a ‘criminal’ who steals precious monuments but does bring these items back under a ‘one’ condition…

which is forcing officers of the law in san myshuno to reveal their deepest injustice secrets, that are long hidden from the public eyes..

[redswaberkez]

you get a cat to catch rats and he's a rat himself

[nmoroder]

yet another follow up for the atziluth swap au, aka "benji binah au" as i've titled it bcuz the basis of this au is literally it. assigning benjamin as the extraction team sephirah

i was troubled as to how the ruina designs would work and what would i need to swap there and then, as kindly pointed out in a comment to au's original post, i simply did the genderswap to match the sephirot by kabbalah and ruina designs came naturally. they look VERY similar to original, i know, all the more confusing to see them outside of this au haha

[gazeladepijama]

WHY TF IS HE ON MY BRAWL STARS NOW

[cmentary]

Sevika x Reader - College AU

Sevika x reader, college au, 4th year reader, 5th year teachers 'helper Sevika', later on reader's tutor, no "y/n" or "reader", reader is referred to as X because she just is.

Today is one of those days which you don't experience many times in your life. Usually it's 5, unless you're unlucky enough to be forced to take a few more due to your failing grades. Luckily X didn't experience this displeasure and she was just about to start her 4th year of college. 

She was never forced to repeat a year, her grades were just fine… Except for math. 

Throughout the years she was blessed with an amazing tutor, a lovely lady in her 50s, who's been getting her to pass math each year since 7th grade of primary school. Unfortunately, people age, her tutor did and so did her mother. Because of her mothers condition, the math tutor was not able to support X this year. Reasonably it sent her into VERY lightly panic. 

With teachers like that and brains like this, on the first day after summer X was unable to find any crumbs of hope to brighten the day up and it would only get more complicated from this point. 

Housing system? Completely changed, this year everyone got assigned new dorm rooms. Unlike for the previous three years when X would share a room with some student a year below her, who'd rarely attend lectures, disappear for the whole night for parties and come back in the morning to sleep though half of the day, now she was completely alone.

Now what would greet her was an empty room, which she didn't decorate much, it didn't seem necessary (and it's not like she could afford much dust catchers). The only thing brought into the simple dorm was a pair of bags filled with clothes and necessary hygienic products. 

As the first few weeks flew by filled with simple classes like linguistics and those subjects directly related to her major, alongside those which she could deal with were also those she couldn't deal with much, especially math. 

It was almost half of the way towards the first session into the semester when the math teacher brought to class some sort of an assistant. Which from the looks surely did not seem like one. Teachers ‘little’ helper was a woman well above 6 feet of height, dark skinned, tanned enough to look as if she was golden, with short brown hair usually with it's top half tied up, not dressing too assistant-like, most of the time wearing sweatpants and t-shirts or compression shirts both which hugged her muscles tightly. She was a year five student, probably shooting towards becoming some sort of a substitute teacher.

She brought insecurities to boys from X's year group, being much more well built than the majority of them. During lectures whispers and giggles could be heard between other girls, who'd wonder whether she's even a woman with a silhouette like that. What was caught by X's attention was how a student made it, to be standing near the teachers desk, not sitting somewhere in the crowd AND still having time to hit the gym to maintain physique as impressive as hers. 

A few more math lectures ran by, accompanied by naps overtaking X's consciousness and occasional glances shared with the teachers assistant. Her expression stoic, yet surely irritated and disappointed with the lack of attention from the group of students. No matter how detailed and pretty were X's notes, everything the math teacher said would go in through her one ear and escape through the other. A pretty silly idea was born in her mind. How ridiculous could it possibly be to ask the older student for help in math? Not in class of course, since that surely would be considered forbidden, but it wouldn't hurt much to ask for help outside the lectures. At least couldn't help more than failing the semester. 

As one of the cruelly un-understandable lectures came to it's end, the teacher left, so did the crowd of uninterested students. As for X… she was catching up on sleep, pretty much looking dead as her head layed on her arms on her desk. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, shaking her lightly. “Come on sleeping beauty, the class is over”. As X rubbed her eyes to regain her vision's focus, her head rose to gaze towards the voice that woke her up. She looked around herself to see the lecture Hall empty as the lights were already halfway turned off. “Fuck sorry” X mumbled more to herself than to the other, but her disorientation caused the taller woman to let out an amused chuckle as she slowly headed toward the exit. X's quickly stuffed her bag with whatever she left laying around and caught up to the other. “Wait a second I've been meaning to ask-” taller woman stopped and turned around to face the tired student. “I know you're probably really busy with lectures, gym, finals and whatever you could possibly have going on, but… I suck at *pointing vaguely towards the whiteboard filled with calculations* whatever this is supposed to be and I was wondering if I could somehow persuade you to… tutor me a little because the exam is coming up, my tutor has an elderly sick mother and I can't figure out any of those stuff on my own. Since you're here I'm assuming your math skills are thriving and mine couldn't been worse and-” a subtle deep laugh cut X off her endless ramble as a piece of paper written somewhere halfway through her monologue was written and put into her hand. “Here, my phone and dorm room number. Save your silver tongue for the teachers. If you want to pay me, bring a drink with you, for both of us and then we'll get to talking.” She waved you off and walked away. 

[poomphuripan]

English Translation of Lyrics for Flaw by YEW (the song playing when Ming hugs Joe to sleep in My Stand-In Episode 7)

translation credit to jetsiphaa

If I could wish for something Could you please return to me? I've got a long journey ahead of me. I can't stand being alone. Every day I wait for you, the river becomes colder. You're like a sandy shore now. There's nothing left at all.

When you're here, Nothing else would capture my interest. But when you leave, with sadness, I can only…

Send my wishes for luck, hoping you'll find someone. Who won't cause your heart to suffer. That day, it was my fault. Making our music lose its meaning. We can't go back, in the end you disappeared.

When you're here, Nothing else would capture my interest. But when you leave, with sadness, I can only…

Send my wishes for luck, hoping you'll find someone. Who won't cause your heart to suffer. That day, it was my fault.

Making our music lose its meaning. We can't go back, in the end, you disappeared. Once the flowers have been scattered, they cannot return. No matter what, it can't be as it used to be.

Finally, I've let go of the days I once held onto. And I can only… Send my wishes for luck, hoping you'll find someone. Who won't cause your heart to suffer. That day, it was my fault. Making our music lose its meaning. We can't go back, in the end, you disappeared.

[stormysprite]

If languages got together to chat

Spanish: I have many ways to express love, so my speakers can always tell each other exactly how they feel!

Japanese: Neat! I have a lot of words to describe colors and nature, so my speakers can appreciate the beauty around them.

English: i liek b o a t s

[cider-est]

qTubbo but portuguese

[ph4nt-mp]

I see your Scottish pirate-accented Wind, and I raise you my hawaiian pidgin english-accented Wind

[aninonimosstuff-blog]

Fast.

Fast.

Sister of one of the worst racers of all time, Nitro. Most of the time he ends up in last place, or if he gets lucky he will end in third place.

As time passed some racers decided to retire. Thunder and Velocity, most known as "The Twins", gave place to new racers to join.

Green, Blue, Yellow.

Green;

Nitro. The slowest of the new addition. He never liked the idea of driving. He HATED it. But, he had to do it, why? because it was part of the game program. Either way, he didn't mind ending in last place, he was thankful the race was over.

Yellow;

Speed. If I had to describe him I would say. Average, he gets the job done. Known for ending in thrid place more often unless he experiences a mishap. Cheerful, thinks the races are just a "game".

Blue;

Fast. A try hard.

It was hard to even exist in that game. Why? Because she had an error in her code...

Her code mixed with one of the many NPCs on the stadium beanches, making her a "female".

when she was actually programed to be a "male" like the other racers.

Now, alive, she had to act like one of them, she had to. Unless she wanted to be left out by the others.

Always hating on herself for being different, cursing her existence, wishing that this was just a joke and she was actually a man, a man who could be acepted by the group, be happy.

To make things worse, she always ended up in second place. Every damn time. She had no chance to win. Turbo made it impossible to even get close to the finish line, with his wreckless driving. He had become her nemesis.

A reminder that she will never be able to have a chance to win in her "life". Forced by her code to always end in second place. Forced to be an error. Forced to get called names.

That time in her life was the worst, but, when she finally accepted it, she started to see herself in the mirror as unique. Accept the fact that she was a woman, and she shouldn't hate herself for that, she embraced that. Feeling proud by the fact that she was the only woman that was racing. That gave her a boost of confidence.

But, even with that, she still hated herself. This lead her to start with her bad habits, smoking before and after every race, drinking until passing out.

Remembering the good times when she didn't take racing so seriously, and she actually enjoyed driving. She even dated someone who treated her like a princess, a princess traped in a tower. Not allowed to leave or interact with someone else.

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This story doesn't end with a happy ending. She still races, drink until passing out and smokes day and night. Still searching for a reason to enjoy her existence.

But for now.

She has to

Follow the program.

[bitethedevil]

whoever thought that 8 am lectures was an acceptable thing needs to be burned at the stake

[magefelixir]

ok but like. jokes aside. i think at least giving a chance to international media is a very good idea. there are soooo many fucking talented people and just only focusing on american pieces of media means you're only focusing on a very small section of people, and you're severely limiting your horizons.

[van-yangyin]

I think the funniest thing I've read in hispanic community is someone saying that EA is going to implement generative AI also in The Sims 5 (Project René) and I can't but laugh. Girl, I don't care who implements it, I won't play it WHOEVER IT IS, inZOI, Sims 5, or anyone…. And also saying it's the future and must be accepted plus someone comparing IAG to cars is not the big bright idea you all think it is.

That said, I don't care if you do it just because it's free or for the laughs or for the fun, if you use inZOI demo (who actively do not hide the fact that they use IAG with CANVAS) or any game that generates assets with AI to destroy our ecosystem and steal from all artists you're an enabler.

[pigeons-with-jello]

born to say [ɒ]chivist, forced to say [ɑː]rchivist (im american)