#kips silly posting

[buttersc0tchz]

Have a bunch of stuff for the AU!! yes i’m spoiling but it’s really minimal spoilers!!! I can’t wait until we get to the point that everyone else is introduced!! <3 (I’m so excited to draw Sonic and everyone else! Tails is probably the most fun to draw I will admit <3)

Top left corner guy on the doodle page is NOT apart of the story he’s just an oc </3

[emile-hides]

I would like to lay claim now as the Number 1 Bucket Fan.

I will be drawing more of him.

[the-kipsabian]

from kips instagram stories (2/8/25)

[baskipps]

Arawra Kaykay and Bootleg Shadow are best friends!

[squishosaur]

more of they

[achr0matic]

dividers by @kodaswrld!!

just call me S!! :3

ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW. HIGHLY TRIGGERING. THANKS!

he/him

fictive in system of @cringeandproudx3

I just reblog stuff I guess

dni radqueers, nsfw, transmeds, anti endos, anti agere, exclus, and basic criteria

tags

🌈🖍️~ silly! / general

🖤🔪~ favs / fav stimboards

🥂🪓~ vent. / vents

🩶 ~ source / stuff related to source

⚠️ ~ important / important stuff in any way

🧨💖~ unhingedposting / not doing the best (not necessarily a vent

🌀~ hyperfixations / hyperfixations stuff (mainly maretu)

for other people to use:

🎉S go away / so I don't see triggers (any NSFW stuff, excess caps, abuse mentions)

[buttersc0tchz]

Thanks for 200+ followers!! Sorry to leave the story hanging for a bit buttt it’ll come back in a couple days in a small update :)

I can’t confirm i’ll work much on it in July since art fight begins but i’ll do my best!!

As a thank you have a BUNCH of AU doodles below the cut! <3

(i have no idea if i shared some of these before my memory is actually so bad 😭)

[buttersc0tchz]

COOL AWESOME SAUCED OUTFITS FOR SOME AWESOME CHARACTERS FROM THE COOL GAME FORTNITE!!! (i think these look AWESOME!!!)

valeria and hope in some modern outfits. trying to do more fortnite characters too. i have a handful in mind, suggestions are always welcome

[margh0sts]

this just in: apparently if you write about your blorbos in your grad school homework the homework gets done faster

[the-haven-keepers-collective]

local Piglin goes on unhinged rant /silly

aLRIGHT FUCKERS buckle up I'm gonna scream about exomemories, noemata, and Piglin culture and general Piglin fuckery. Some stuff about Enderfolk in our canon too, just a very small section.

Preamble real quick: Yes, we know some of these things in the "worldbuilding" of our noemata/exomemories are likely or even undoubtedly subconsciously inspired by Tumblr posts or media. If you notice it, we probably already know. Please don't comment on it, it kinda bothers us for reasons that are hard to articulate. Also, plz be mature about the bits that could be read as kink-coded. It's not a kink it's literally our version of marriage. Nothing against kink tho shout out to kinky alterhumans.

Oh also, post written by Techno. I am the local Piglin in question.

So for one, Nether culture is very cutthroat. "Learn fast or die" in the words of Avatar. It's home and I love it, but it's not the sort of place most people are able to get comfortable in. Comfort requires safety, safety requires resources, and resources are very few in the Nether. Survival is priority in the Nether; a lot of the culture within stems from that base fact.

Hair is super important to Piglin culture. It has nothing to do with hair itself and everything to do with the result of it- long hair is an easy handle in a fight, and sometimes a braid someone can get ahold of is the difference between life and death. It's the norm to keep your hair short; from maybe chin length to properly against-the-head levels of short. Long hair is considered to be a sign of a skilled warrior, since they're skilled enough to have an active hindrance for the sake of aesthetic. The longer the more of a threat they are. If you challenge a Piglin with waist length hair. Hairstyles have some significance too- high ponytails are the most dangerous to have with how much they stick out, so they're the "fuck you I'm a badass" of hair pretty much.

I've already mentioned this in a post before, but it's pretty common for teens to try and grow out their hair and end up with shitty, choppy haircuts from a fight. It's considered normal- kids get cocky and they're kind of assholes to each other. Everyone in the Nether knows this aspect of Piglin culture, so the danger isn't unique to fights with other Piglin, either- long hair as a Piglin makes you a well-respected individual at best, a potential target at worst. That's not as true in the overworld, where most people don't know about the hair thing. It's also not that uncommon for those with long hair to cut their hair before a battle as a sort of symbol for "going all in" so to speak. They're taking away the hindrance they've gotten used to- that means they're going to use all their force, all their skills, and typically means they're willing to die in this fight.

In source- skip this paragraph for source talk- my mother did this when helping me escape the Nether. Our village wasn't very fond of The Blood God, and for reasons that'd take up more space on an already very long (and not even near done) post, they went after me. Lemme tell y'all when a Piglin woman cuts her hair in front of a full village of people ready to kill her and grabs her axe, you motherfuckin' FEAR HER AND RUN. /silly

Alright hair aside! I'm finally done yelling about hair. Enderfolk! For one, they're called Enderfolk in our canon. They have zero concept of gender and frankly we just like the word better anyway. This is a tidbit that'd probably be better on our Enderfolk's post when/if they write it, but it's necessary context. Enderfolk, in our canon, are only creatures of the End. The End is completely closed off- which we'll get to in another post I'm sure, Kip can explain that one. Enderfolk aren't naturally found in any other dimension; They're "raptured" into the nether. Think, if you've heard of or seen the backrooms, how you just sort of clip into the backrooms. One step on seemingly solid ground and suddenly the world spins around you as you fall, and you're in another dimension. They appear, consistently, in warped forests.

The Nether doesn't naturally have warped forests either- they just started bleeding through, spreading, one day. It was one day thousands of years ago, to be fair, so most societies in my source memories had long since adjusted. We're not quite sure how much of Ender culture is even left for the Enderfolk in the Nether and overworld, since most of it is just reframed Piglin, Blazeborne, Pheonixkin, etc. culture. Most Netherborne are actually really fond and protective of Enderfolk nowadays because... I mean, really 99% of us have a memory of meeting one who was still adjusting and very clearly confused and stressed about losing their home/being plonked unceremoniously into a completely different environment. A lot of them take at least a year just to adapt to the temperatures, and the language barrier is... messy at best for a while. Gods forbid the village doesn't have a translator on hand.

Anyway; ROMANCE, HUH? Yeah we've got that too. I had forgotten until recently that Piglin do actually use the term 'mate' in our canon. I'm not sure there's a term equivalent for "dating" though? If there is I don't remember it. Which is kind of funny, because there is absolutely a major difference between being someone's spouse and being their mate. For a Piglin, at least, a mate is a much bigger commitment than a spouse. It varies from person to person obviously, but the general consensus as far as I remember was that a spouse spends their life with you. A mate makes a vow that a spouse does not in most situations; they will die for you. They will fight along your side to their last breath if they must.

Like I said earlier- a lot of Nether culture is based in the cutthroat nature of the dimension. The very act of the mating ritual- here's where my preamble about kink becomes relevant- proves that better than anything in my opinion. Piglin give each other weapons. A ring is shiny and sure gold is a huge deal, but most Piglin have already collected about five million of the things. A blade, or perhaps a bow on the rare occasion, is far more valuable in the Nether. In my Noemata, the blades are usually daggers and very ornate, but it depends on the culture of the area because it varies and just personal taste. Sometimes a useful but boring-looking weapon for their mate to fight with for life will be treasured far more than a fancy weapon that will ultimately never see any blood.

Anyway, the mating ritual is entirely about vulnerability; something that, in the Nether, gets you fucking killed. Funny, I use the word cutthroat to describe the Nether- that's literally what you do, though. Usually it's done in private because it has a borderline (or outright) spiritual tone to it, and the whole thing vulnerability that you don't want to be seen by anyone other than your mate or mates. The blade gifted to propose is used- and if their mate responded with a gift of their own that's used as well. The response gift is up to personal preference; some feel like it's too transactional, others feel it's about equal respect, others just want an excuse to give their mate a pretty knife. Throats are bared, and very gently ever so carefully blood is drawn. Dangerous? Yes. I'm genuinely not quite sure that the specific points in my mind could have blood safely drawn on a human. That's the point; the trust in each other to not be cruel or even just accidentally fuck it up is immense. This is not only trusting someone to stand by their vow to take their last breath for you if they have to, but trusting them to not take your last breath.

Some tidbits I couldn't fit in easily anywhere:

Proposal blades are purely meant to be for the tastes of one's mate, not for the one proposing. It's considered pretty rude to propose with a blade that's tailored more to your taste than theirs. Unlike wedding rings, no compromises have to be made- that knife is purely for ONE person. Hence why some Piglin prefer to give a blade in response.

TW FOR (IN-SOURCE) GENOCIDE AND DEATH, RELIGIOUS THEMES IG. Y'know the way we're REAL trigger-happy, attacking on sight if you don't have gold? Yeah there's a reason for that. Piglin are hunted. It's a clockwork sort of thing; done annually. Skywarden, in the words of the person who created them (we have permission to talk about them) are "Toxic Minecraft Christians." I'll get into their lore some other time maybe, if we do a chonky post on the mythology and history of our canon. Skywarden are, essentially, angels. For a species of empaths, they aren't very empathic. They have a white and gold theme- guess where they get all that gold. -_- Piglin are violent but we have good reason to be. Anyone that isn't clearly Netherborne (or Enderfolk) is shot on sight lol

OH MY GOD DID I MENTION PIGLIN ARE SORT OF COLD-BLOODED IN OUR CANON???? I DON'T THINK I DID. YEAH WE'RE COLD-BLOODED. Living near lava lakes will do that to you.

We have boats btw. Like fucking boats made of Nether brick type shit. I'm still not sure how the fuck that works I just know we had boats.

Most of the bit about mates is using monogamy as an example but monogamy isn't considered "the norm" and polyamory "a deviation" in Piglin culture. It's just sort of there. No one gives a shit.

ANYWAY HAVE ALL THAT get hit with a wall of text nerds. /silly

Feel free to ask questions if anyone has them! I don't expect any, but I also don't want anyone to feel like asking questions is bad. We actively want to delve into our sources and what we know or remember about our personal canons more. "Doubles" and such are welcome as well we don't care lol.

[fefennekin]

hello hiii hiii hiii .. welcome to our silly account . we will post a lot here from just thoughts , to art , and we could even answer questions too 💋. im fennekin and i run the account for every1 but i’ll let the others post sometimes <3 enjoy this art of us all ( made by kip ) as a nice first ( and pinned ) post ! everyone drawn above will be the ones featured , though more pokemon may pop up in the future every so often … we have me , mudkip , chespin , chikorita and dr. sylveon ! we hope you enjoy your stay 💐

[olivesthecat]

intro post !!!♡

name olive/olives

pronouns they/he (nb transmasc)

age 17

sexuality bi

ethnicity 🇨🇦🇮🇹

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new to tcc and tumblr so please bear with me :3

byf mostly posting abt zero day and columbine, i'm a minor, autistic, social anxiety, i reblog a lot

interests zero day/hour, tcc, columbine, scott pilgrim, elephant 2003, duck! the carbine high massacre, chainsaw man, danganronpa, hatsune miku, your turn to die, shadow the hedgehog, donnie darko, fnaf, mouthwashing, omniscient reader's viewpoint, life of luxury

music pierce the veil, my chemical romance, ethel cain, kets4eki, mindless self indulgence, heelflip, kmfdm, radiohead, deftones, nirvana, she wants revenge, nicole dollanganger, gorillaz, david bowie

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tags #olives reposts = my reblogs

#saved edits = edits i wanna save

#saved videos = videos i wanna save

#olives favs = fav posts !! (mostly edits)

#ask olives = my ask responses

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[the-kipsabian]

[jst-here-4-da-bad-guyz]

I've been meaning to make one of these for a while!! I've been putting it off cause I lowkey don't know how tumblr works

Hi I'm Casper but you guys can call me Cas 😈

> I am 6teen years old

> I'm a guy

> I live in England 😥

> I've been very interested in true crime for as long as i can remember, I've only just really started posting about it though

> I can't be assed to spell check this so sorry in advance if there are any errors

✰ Music: Pierce the veil, My chemical romance, Leathermouth, (old) Panic! At the disco, KMFDM, Joyce Manor, Sorority Noise, Mccafferty, Radiohead, Alex G, The Front bottoms, The Smiths, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Car Seat Headrest, Deftones, Modern Baseball, Picture me broken, Dazey and the scouts, The Smashing Pumpkins

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✰ TCC faves IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER!!: James Gamble, Academy Maniacs (Especially Nikita!), Barry Loukaitis, Dylan Klebold & Eric Harris, Kip Kinkel, Andrew Blaze, Dylann Roof

✞ Likes: Cats (any animal really but cats especially), cigarettes, American Horror Story, posters, nighttime, rain, stuffed animals, video games (Cry of fear, resident evil, red dead etc), movies obviously, writing, cool clothes, cutting myself, drinking, talking to people

✰ Miscellaneous things about me:

> I talk a lot during movies

> I have two cats

> I don't brush my teeth enough

> I smoke but can't buy cigarettes

> I don't understand Maths

> My favourite season is autumn

> I pick at my skin a lot

> I am scared of the dark & spiders

> I have an issue with lying

(I wouldn't lie to you guys, promise)

I really want to make some friends on here!!!! If anyone wants to talk to me pleaseee dm me and I will answer ASAP

Extra Stamps and gifs I couldn't find a place to add I LOVE SILLY MOVING PICTURES!!!!

[buttersc0tchz]

their style is so silly!!! <3 and thank youuu 🫶🫶

POPPING IN HI your style is so cool and genuinely is so awesome to look at <3

[mono-chromia]

Team Sport

A Drarry microfic//oneshot by mono-chromia

Cover illustration by my beloved @basiatlu (alternate versions can be viewed here)

Word count: 1.015

Read under the cut, or on AO3

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

'Mione had once called Harry a "hard sleeper", whatever that may be.

"A heavy sleeper?" Draco had asked, unsure if he was missing some muggle turn of phrase. It comes up when they are trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements in the shared hotel rooms for Luna and Neville's destination wedding.

"Oh, no," she says. "Well, that too, I suppose, so he won't mind if you get back late, but he sleeps hard. I can't quite explain it." Draco doesn't mention the undiscussed assumption that he and Harry are apparently to bunk up together. "You know how he always tries to carry all the plates and cutlery to the table in a single go? Even if there's sixteen people dining?" Draco nods. "It's kind of like that."

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

Their portkey takes them from 5 A.M. in London to 11 A.M. somewhere in the Mekong Delta region, so when they arrive in their room, Harry immediately crawls into the pristinely made hotel bed, nesting the crisp duvets and the pillows into an iceberg-like structure and sleeps. Hard. Sprawled on his belly with his clothes still on (he's wearing sweat shorts at least, not jeans, thank Merlin) but with his feet sticking out for temperature regulation. He looks like he knows what he's doing. Draco watches him fuss and clumsily toe off his socks (because what lunatic wears socks to bed? Ridiculous) and then doze off immediately, squeezing in a highly efficient, half hour kip before they are expected for their lunch arrangements.

Harry seems more affected by the jetlag than the rest of the company, so Draco finds him, not unlike a cat, sleeping in strange places and at odd moments during the entirety of their stay in Vietnam.

For instance, on a couch in the hotel lobby one early morning, while Ron and Hermione argue with the clerk over the tour reservation that Ron definitely made correctly, with his head in Luna's lap, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, and his arms hugged around his chest.

Or, on the lawn chairs by the pool in the middle of the day. Which, Draco supposes, isn't that strange a place to sleep, but Harry's commitment to the activity is once again proven when Hermione ambles over to rub sunscreen on his back and place a sunhat over his head, all without as much as a twitch.

It's really quite fascinating to watch (though no one else seems to think so) and Draco finds himself somewhat jealous, because even when he diligently works through his own list of requirements for a good sleep (freshly showered, moisturized, teeth brushed, clean sheets, glass of water on the side table, window open for airflow, access to his own pillow) he still doesn't often manage to make eight uninterrupted hours, let alone any misguided attempts at a restful nap. When Draco naps it means the situation is dire, that he is unwell, that he feels like something has crawled up his ass and died there, and it usually only exacerbates his condition instead of having the much desired effect it seems to have on Harry. That effect being that he wakes up content, mellow and sleep-soft (objectively) and exists like that for five minutes or so, before moving onto stage two of his post-nap euphoria, which includes but is not limited to; a general lust for life, toothy grins, silly jokes (objectively), and a propensity for affection towards whoever is nearest to him at any given moment.

Which means that Draco finds himself subjected to the feeling of gently excited hands on his wrists and back as they ooh-and-ahh at the view on their hike, and a chin hooked over his shoulder as Harry feigns mild interest in the book Draco is reading, before asking him to come swim.

Apparently, it also means that, when Draco is keyed up with homesickness on the third of their eight-night stay, Harry invites him into bed.

"You okay?"

Draco looks back from where he has his head stuck out the window, spooked and feeling slightly caught. He stares at Harry in his bed, making up the shape of his body under the sheets from his feet (sticking out from under the cover) to his rumpled head that's more under the pillow than on top of it. Harry's voice is thick with sleep and so, so soft.

"Oh," says Draco. "Yeah. Um. Just— a bout of insomnia."

Harry just hums, low and noncommittal, and for a moment Draco thinks that he might be sleep talking. But then Harry shifts and lifts up the duvet, wordlessly and casually extending an invite towards Draco, and waits for him to get in.

Draco would object, but maybe Harry's bed is just that much more comfortable, maybe that's why he sleeps so well, and well— truly it looks much too inviting to resist. So Draco doesn't object, and quietly pads across their room to slip into bed with Harry. The blanket is bunched up and skewed, there are more than enough pillows, yet none of them in the right spot to actually fulfill their intended purpose, but Harry isn't fussed in the least, and wastes no time snaking an arm across Draco's middle and slotting his head under Draco's chin. Harry seems to fall back asleep pretty much immediately, and Draco is suddenly surrounded by an aura of sleep-warmed sheets, skin-on-skin contact and a bouquet of powdery scented curls, clean skin and sweet spearmint breath. It would have been overwhelming if it wasn't so blissfully sedative.

A robust dose of Dreamless Sleep has nothing on the deep rise and fall of Harry's chest, the dozy twitch of his toes against Draco's leg, the blooming warmth in all the spots where their bodies are touching. Draco dreamily wishes he could bottle it. Who knew that sleeping was a team sport.