#just me writing down silly thoughts

[thejestersnight]

i honestly feel like dropping my two cents on the whole playfellowxxx thing, i dunno why, but it sort of makes me feel uncomfortable in a way? knowing that welcome home has the opportunity to leave that sort of pure and whole community and to morph into something alike to every other fandom. the welcome home community is one of the nicest i’ve ever involved myself in, ever since night mind posted his first video, and i dunno, i sort of enjoyed how sweet everybody was. but now everybody has free reign to nsfw and a darker side to the community, and i dunno, makes me feel a little sad :( does it let people enjoy what they like more publicly? hell yeah! and that’s totally okay, but i feel like that constant reminder is going to lurk in the back of my mind and everybody else’s, and that sweet, wholesome content is going to morph into constant sexual stuff and it’s all people are going to focus on, completely forgetting the plot points of welcome home, the characters’ lores, etc. i don’t know, i just hope people will use the playfellowxxx tag sparingly, and it won’t become the main center point of the fandom, because we barely even know 5% of the whole story, and everybody has so much done already!! a whole thriving community, which i already wasn’t super fond of, making up plot points, etc... i don’t know, in the end? i sort of wish welcome home stayed small, although i can’t really be too mad. there’s so many wonderful artists, and i met my wonderful boyfriend through it, and there’s so much lovely content of the characters that i love. in the end? it’s a mixed bag, i don’t know how to feel about it, but i hope clown didn’t feel pressured to make the tag for the people who wanted it. i hope clown continues workshopping welcome home and doesn’t let the overbearing presence of everybody overwhelm him too much. eh, whatever, i just wanted to post my thoughts. have some barnaby doodles :) 

[hearts4alastair]

currently thinking about how tommy said that ctommy waking up underwater every day in exile was a metaphor for his mental health, and that the further and further out to sea he got and the further he was sinking the more deteriorated he became and eventually he would end up unable to resurface had they not done something about cdream.

currently thinking about how if ctommy couldn't resurface, he'd drown in his own thoughts, believing his friends and family all hated him. nobody would see the kid they once knew in him anymore. maybe he'd never be seen again at all.

currently thinking about how ctommy saw one anxious, forgetful enderman lad, roped him into a crime, and took 100% of the fall when they didn't get away with it. ctommy could have ignored the situation. he didnt have to go to ctubbo and say "it was just me, man". as cranboo said, he could have said it was all him. there was evidence it was him.

but i think that after everything, ctommy would still be unable to live with himself if it'd been cranboo in exile instead of him. on the surface, he's a child. a soldier and a veteran and a criminal, yes, but still a child.

but beneath that, he's learnt. he's decided he'd rather throw himself into trouble than let his friends go through any amount of suffering.

i think that if cranboo were to ask, "why did you do that?" ctommy would sigh, that familiar shaky sigh we all know, and he'd speak quietly in reply, "i know what some of those bastards are capable of. i'd rather go through all that than have you do it for me. plus, it wasn't your fault."

or maybe that's just me.

[scarapanna]

For more context, it all went from a small drabble to a full lenght scene with these two idiots interacting before Shilk gets the option to roam and touch grass under supervision 24/7 sfjrghfsugf. Will take a while to transcript it here since thing was made on discord but I'd be down to when I get the time <- hasn't written a proper fic in ages/silly

[bunnyboy-juice]

does me being a scientist make my sluttyness on here hotter?

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[eeblouissant]

“Am i the only one who thinks diagramming sentences is fun?”

[lady-lauren]

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[dailykugisaki]

Day 223 | id in alt

Maki thinking some very unsorcererly things over a piece of damn cheesecake.

(Read from right to left💥)

[good-beans]

(Fluff and crack idea) Haruka, Muu, and Yuno getting lost in the woods on a camping trip with the prisoners.

Thank you for the request, this was such a cute idea! I kept it vague whether this was a normal au or just post canon, but the thought of them all out camping together was just so sweet ;-; This combo was fun too, with Haruka bringing the heart, Muu bringing the leadership, and Yuno holding them all together with a cool head and kind words <3

“You said you knew where we were going!”

“No, Muu said, ‘follow me’…”

“That’s practically the same thing!” Yuno crossed her arms.

Though irked, she wasn’t actually nervous about being lost out here in the woods. It was still light out, and she was sure that if they just listened hard enough, they’d pick up on Fuuta’s voice back at the campsite.

Haruka, on the other hand, looked ready to keel over from fright. His face had gone completely pale at the realization. “Oh, it’s all my fault! I’m sorry… If we never went back for my water bottle… I’m sorry…”

Muu patted his shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure we’re not even that far from the others.”

“But! But, what if we run out of food b-before we find our way again?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“What if we n-never make it back at all?” 

“That’s not going to happen, either.”

“What if bears come – and – and they eat us?”

Muu pursed her lips. She glanced at Yuno. “Well… what if that happens?”

“There aren’t any bears around here.” She hiked up the backpack straps on her shoulders. “I promise we’re gonna be fine. Let’s just retrace our steps, okay? Plus, if we take too long, I can guarantee Kotoko will send out a whole search party~” 

She laughed, only to realize that Kotoko was the type of protective and organized camp leader to do exactly that. “Er… let’s get going…” 

Haruka grabbed onto Muu’s hand as Yuno charged ahead. He tried to look like he was being brave for her, but both girls could tell the gesture was for his own comfort, as well. 

They all scanned the area as they walked, “looking for landmarks,” and definitely not bears. 

Even with the newfound urgency, their pace stayed relaxed. Haruka took careful steps, but still ended up bumping his sneakers into every rock and root in the vicinity. Muu practically tiptoed over the dirt, careful not to get a speck of it onto her feet. She was quick to brush away any bugs that dared fly too close to her. Yuno, meanwhile, was weighed down with the group’s pack. It had caused Haruka to tip off balance too many times to make him the designated carrier, and Muu had specifically packed very little for the trip so she didn’t have to carry anything. (Yuno would have been more impressed with the show of restraint if it didn’t mean Muu ended up mooching off all of her supplies the whole time…)

At last, they returned to their original destination: a massive tree that had captivated the group’s attention earlier that morning. It stretched out with the perfect branches for scrambling up to survey the surrounding woods. It housed a variety of colorful bugs that were perfect for studying and scooping up. It stood as a stunning backdrop for social media photos, as well as a comfy spot for a nap in the shade. 

When it was discovered that Haruka had forgotten his water bottle tucked somewhere amongst its roots, Yuno and Muu agreed to retrieve it with him. They’d politely declined Shidou’s insistence that they bring the massive paper map that he and Kazui had been consulting all day. 

Flopping down for a break from the backpack’s weight, Yuno was starting to regret that decision.

“Y-Yuno-san, you look tired. I can carry that for a bit!” Haruka pointed to the bag. 

“I’m fine,” she wheezed out. “Just need a bit of water…”

“No, I’ll, um. I’ll take it. I feel bad. You wouldn’t even have been lost if… if…” He forcefully grabbed it away as she took a drink. “I got us into this mess, I’ll do my part of getting us out of it.”

“If you say so…” She was too out of breath to argue further.

“Oh my god!” Muu pointed frantically to the woods. Haruka and Yuno jumped, fully expecting to find a wild animal charging at them. Instead, Muu flashed a smile their way.

“That bush is familiar! This is definitely the way back.”

“I’m not so sure it’s a good idea to follow you after last time,” Yuno muttered. 

With a bit of insisting from Muu, and the realization that Yuno didn’t have any better ideas, they agreed to try again. 

Muu’s confidence rubbed off on Haruka as they set off – he marched in front, warning the girls of any obstacles in the path he’d already stepped on. Muu pointed out things here and there, assuring Yuno she remembered them from that morning. 

“Isn’t Muu’s memory so impressive?”

Yuno laughed lightly. “I’ll hold off on my compliments until we’re actually back.”

In the distance, Haruka called, “I think you’re impressive, Muu-san!”

The day was fresh and warm. Yuno enjoyed the comforting breeze that tickled her skin. Haruka seemed to be enjoying the sights, his gaze circling around at the foliage. Muu picked a few flowers along the way, passing them around for everyone to see. It only took one short backtrack and one crossroads of deliberation before they made it to an area that looked familiar even to Yuno.

“Oh! See that drop up ahead? I can’t tell from here, but I’m pretty sure that’s the cliffside beside the campground.”

“Mmm, but it’s too steep to climb down there! Muu will get dirty…” The girl bowed her head. “I’m sorry Yuno… I thought this was the right way…”

“Why are you sorry? You lead us back!” Yuno nudged her. “I can now admit that you are impressive. If this really is the right place, then circling around shouldn’t take too much time.” She turned her gaze to Haruka, who had bounded further ahead to check their location. “You should be proud, too! You faced your fears, and we made it out – with no bears!”

“No bears!” He agreed, leaping up onto a rock by the edge. He glanced downwards. Then, spinning with a huge smile on his face, he waved his arms in triumph. “It is the campsite! We did it! Muu-san, we did it!”

His arms suddenly switched from waving to flailing. The backpack weight swayed him, and in an instant he was gone – tumbling backwards out of sight.

“Haruka!”

[spidergangforever]

hey pspider people!! how do you feel about the stars that reside above your very heads? :3

[sundayin96]

thinking about syd and the way david speaks about him on the division bell again :(((((

[kaisollisto]

don't go where i cannot follow (aka table au pt 2)

Home is something Beatrice has grappled with. A word that sits on her tongue unyielding, it sours the inside of her mouth. The taste lingers and there is no reprieve for breathing. She does not care for a place in the world but something inside her needs it. The thought shames her, to need something so desperately. (To want on the brink of desperation and longing, to search for an answer only to be scorned tramples her heart). The need sweeps through her and she is helpless to do anything but let it pass. (And yet she cannot stop looking, she is not human but she hopes wildly like one). 

Beatrice has always felt rigid, a tension in her bones that shadows her. There's something inside of her that coils, it twists and twists and Beatrice sees no end. A hole inside of her that swells to the size of her heart. It’s all encompassing and Beatrice cannot escape. She is a mouthpiece to pain and it is clear to her how much it is just Beatrice and the expanding absence of Beatrice. 

There is nothing but time for Beatrice, she holds it heavily with tight hands. She was pressed from a weeping willow, crushed, squeezed to an unbearable degree of pressure that Beatrice can’t remember how to let go. (She dreams of it, hands pressing insistently against her, shoving her back into the absence of herself). She holds a tight relationship with time, it passes and she holds on. 

She remembers everything and nothing at all but the only thing that has mattered to her was pain.

It is what makes her Beatrice. The pain leads her down a path, it becomes her. There is no Beatrice without pain. She cannot find herself amidst the sensation, she cannot separate anything memorable without pain. She doesn’t know who she is without pain. She is shaped by the people who have hurt her and she wishes she could let go, (but the scars stay permanent and she is still a table). 

There is no god, Beatrice doesn’t believe in such trivial things. But when you’re a table all you have is time. She entertains the thought, some deity, a higher power pulling strings, a fate predetermined and she hates the idea. She would pull them thread from thread, vein from vein with her bare soul. She would claw her way to the heavens to rip the tether of pride between gods and watch them fall.

But there is no place for bitter resentment in her heart so she tucks it away. A feeling never to be touched but always too close for comfort. She fills her day falling into habits. She’s particular about her routine, she spends the first few hours of dawn sitting inside of herself. If she were a tree it'd be easier, freeing, but confined to the shape of a table she feels wrong. A loss she doesn’t want to dwell on for the fear of being consumed. (She doesn’t know grief directly, but she knows this feels something akin to it). 

It’s taxing to be okay with where she is, there is no life here. (Some days she wakes up with a deep rooted fear that she was dying herself, a willow tree rotting from the inside out and how do you even begin to save yourself?) But she has to move on.

Beatrice never stays in one place too long. She's seen quite a few places, each one different than the last. She thinks she must be an ugly table to be passed around in different hands (and yet they all still seem to treat her with care).

Her current stay hurts her eyes. Everything's a bit too bright for her even with her fuzzy vision. She can make out shapes and objects she recognizes but it's still straining. 

She doesn’t notice her at first, Beatrice spends an obscene amount of time tasting the environment. It’s clean, albeit a bit suffocating but there’s airflow, proper ventilation and if she closes her eyes she can pretend. She likes the muted buzz of other voices, she can’t understand them but it comforts her knowing they’re there. 

She finds her slotted in between ungodly times of the day, she always seems to be in the midst of something. 

There is something about her that bothers Beatrice. She can feel her vibrating, there’s something palpable there, something tangible there that will burn her. And Beatrice, (who has only known pain), has never wanted it so bad. 

[pineappical]

I always thought is very tricky to draw that wrinkle that goes from the nose and around the mouth and still male it look good, but gosh you nail it in every art, super expressive and pretty. Looking at all your drawings 🔍🕵‍♀️ to properly appreciate and study it. But wow really in love with your art style is so expressive and pleasing to look at, and the colors are so pretty 👌👌👌👌

i LOVEEE drawing wrinkles!!! it makes faces soso so expressive and i try to add wrinkles to every character i draw whenever i can. and the fact i also love drawing characters smiling (they make me happy, so i want to be able to share my joy to other people by drawing them smiling too!) which of course makes that wrinkle around the nose and mouth more prominent :-)

im not a person that can draw well from memory, i use references excessively even if it doesnt turn out the same way from the reference im copying from in the end 😊

i drew these out real quick but i have no clue how to explain any of these so i just thought about sharing it with you anyways!

call it "cheating" or whatever, but most of the time i even trace over the reference just to have a base i can copy the expression im trying to draw from. i do art for fun and if it makes my process that much easier then. well!

anyhoo, ignore the fact these are all mr lassos... i just love him a whole bunch 💛

[m1ckeyb3rry]

wattpad is so crazy because users will leave comments expressing nothing but pure disdain and anger for whatever reason (y/n’s characterization, the decision to include original characters, temporary ships and subplots, etc)…like at a certain point i start to wonder if they realize that no one is forcing them to read anything 😭

[witchspeka]

I do think Shou genuinely doesn't know Mob's name, like why would he?? He never properly introduced himself, their only "proper" interaction was Mob saving him and one (1) singular line of dialogue at the end of S1

But if Shou were to pick up on anybody's naming convention it would be Ritsus... who doesn't really call Mob by name anyway...

So this was just a long winded way to say that one day Shou will slip up and accidentally call Mob "nii-san" the way you accidentally call your teacher "mom"

[tf-warbound]

I am peak interested, have you started writing things about your continuity yet? Like a masterlist? If so I have some questions to ask:

How is the main cast going to look like?

What about the relationships of each characters?

So far the main cast consists of:

The Autobots, with Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ratchet, First Aid and the Protectobots, Red Alert, Ironhide, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Arcee, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, Hot Rod, the Dinobots, Jetfire, Perceptor, Blaster, and Ultra Magnus

and the Decepticons, with Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave and his cassettes, Shockwave, Knockout, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Thrust, Dirge, Ramjet, the Rainmakers, the Constructicons, the Combaticons, the Stunticons, and the Vehicons.

There are a few neutral mechs, made up of former Decepticons. The insecticons, Predaking, Darksteel, Skylynx, Ripclaw, and the HWD + Lightwave are all considered neutral/unaligned

Gonna put the relationship talk under the cut bc there is a lot going on with these guys :]

MegOp is canon. They once cared about each other, but not as much while the war is going on. Optimus is sad, and doesn’t have a whole lot of hope that he’ll ever see the mech that he knew again, and has been focusing on his adoptive sons, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper to try and take his mind off of the relationship he and Megatron once had. Megatron is consumed by rage and paranoia. He’s not in a very good headspace, and has been prolonging the war just to try and be petty and prove to Optimus that he’s the better mech. Meg’s arc is majorly tied to getting him to retire.

Soundwave and Starscream’s relationship with Megatron is complex to say the least. Starscream does not like Megatron. He does not think Megatron is fit to lead at all, and that he’s a bloodthirsty maniac who deserves to be put down. Soundwave, on the other hand, is a hypocrite. He’s loyal to Megatron. He wouldn’t be a very good Amica otherwise. He defends Megatron’s actions with tooth and nail, always excusing them with “it’s for the cause” while calling out Autobots on shitty things they did. Starscream thinks that Soundwave is a suck up.

Soundwave and Shockwave are conjunxes, but their relationship has become a bit strained. Shockwave is not the biggest fan of Megatron, and sees that, logically, there should be someone else in charge of the Decepticons. Maybe not Starscream, but anyone other than Megatron who isn’t outright stupid would be better. The cassettes (and Lightwave) are their delinquent kids.

Starscream and Skyfire were lovers once. Not fully conjunxes, but they almost were. Their relationship started falling apart as the war went on, with Skyfire really not enjoying being part of the ‘cons. Sadly, the Decepticons landing on Earth was Sky’s breaking point. He didn’t want to participate in the destruction of Earth, so he left the ‘cons and became an Autobot. He misses Starscream a lot, and has yet to encounter the seeker on any patrols or missions.

Thundercracker and Skywarp are just trying to be good brothers to Starscream while he processes the divorce.

Knockout and Breakdown are absolutely conjunxes no one can tell me otherwise.

I view the relationship between the Constructicons and the Combaticons differently. The Constructicons are siblings. They treat each other like annoying younger siblings even though they’re all the same age. The Combaticons, however, are like a group of besties. They didn’t really know each other that well before the war, but once the war started and they were put into the Gestalt program together, they hit it off. Blast Off is absolutely trying (and failing) to court Onslaught, while Vortex has some freaky shit going on with First Aid.

Bumblebee, Arcee, and Hot Rod are besties and no one can change my mind

Prowl and Jazz are two smart mechs who become absolute dumbasses around each other. Add Smokescreen into the mix as Prowl’s little brother and you’ve got absolute chaos. Things are on fire and Ratchet and Ironhide are having an aneurism over how crazy they are when working together.

Edit: Astrotrain and Blitzwing are part of the main Decepticon cast too