#make ur blorbos for me!!

[dellamortethelesser]

i used this meiker to make naoise cousland and zevran arainai :3 y'all can use it too!! show me your ships!

also, HERE is the WLW version!

also tag me i am nosyyyyy

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[lynxfrost13]

KLBR-S2306 “Wanze”

commissioned art by Phosology!

- pretty typical sierpinski-23 kolibri unit for a while there. She was a less seasoned kolibri and tended to be very clingy with her cadre. Her cadremates liked to tease her affectionately about it.

- Really loves physical touch of all sorts, especially having her hair played with and her face touched, it’s very soothing to her!

- Her name Wanze comes from the German word for bug/bedbug! She got it due to her clinginess. Eventually she also received the name Fehler in a derogatory way, it means bug but more in the context of an error or failure.

- Her usual duties involved shifts down in the mines to monitor gestalt workers and ensure that they weren’t being disruptive and decreasing productivity.

- during one of these shifts a few gestalts were VERY disruptive and during a scuffle involving the gestalts, Wanze, and a poor mynah unit equipped with a mining laser, Wanze received a severe head injury from the mynah suddenly misdirecting the laser and hitting her.

- That injury would have killed her if she were a gestalt, but thanks to that handy titanium skull and nearby protektors rushing her to the hospital wing to be patched up, she survived. She had to get her faceplate replaced :(

- Wanze also completely lost her bioresonance due to the accident, and the medical officer who oversaw her care, a eule named Holt, was unable to restore it, leaving her with a pretty useless kolibri.

- Holt stepped in to keep her patient alive, and after arguing that Wanze was harmless to the kolibri hivemind (now simply just not a part of it) and through being very persistent (annoying), Adler allowed for Wanze to be reassigned to more standard protektor duties since she could still be useful, with occasional check ins to make sure she wasn’t degrading.

- This was hell for Wanze for a while, adjusting to the lack of mental noise and connection to her fellow kolibris was a shock, and she was expecting to be decommissioned.

- After finding out that she had to keep living without the hivemind, Wanze became incredibly frustrated both with herself and Holt, blaming the medic for extending her suffering. The two of them had a tense relationship for a bit due to Holt not fully understanding Wanze’s grief and Wanze refusing to cooperate with Holt. They come to understand each other after some hard talks and the two become friends, and eventually fall in love.

- In many ways Holt was the only thing in Wanze’s life that made her feel comfortable, Wanze still had to sleep and share a living space with the other kolibris, which was awkward and awful for her. There was a coldness and a distance that there hadn’t been before between them. It constantly reminds her that she’s not like them anymore.

- After the accident she also tries to avoid looking at her face, especially her forehead, where there’s three dead bioresonance crystals ready to look back at her. To make her feel better Holt likes to kiss them <3

- Her days in her relationship with Holt are some of her happiest, the two of them spend a lot of time together whenever possible. Wanze loves reading with her and pestering her as part of her “patrol route”. They love bugging each other generally and are just ridiculous your honor

- Of course those happy days don’t last :)

- I talked about this before, but tldr Holt falls ill with the sickness overtaking sierpinski, and Wanze stays by her side in the hospital in between shifts. When coming in from one of those shifts Holt tried to attack her, fully corrupted by the disease. Wanze shot and killed her in self defense… now she’s all alone :(

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[garoujo]

selfship coded fics my beloved, selfship mood boards, selfship art, selfship blurbs, selfship first dates, seeing people leave selfship tags, other people’s selfships my beloved~

[time-woods]

Do you feel like Scarab and Prismo are more like ocs instead of just favourite characters?

You’ve given them so much more personality and creative head canons. Probably every Prohibited Wish enjoyer knows your style, and have been inspired by your interpretation of those two characters.

haha honestly at this point they could be,, i still try to keep their cannon personalities in mind whenever i portray them though ! but i hav just given them their own little side story in my mind. .

and honestly thats so flattering- i made a tweet abt it a while ago but its kinda funny how im known as the prohibitedwish guy now cause of these dorks

[anachronistic-falsehood]

#6 for the wrapped game >:]c i think number 6 songs are fun. which one got left juuuust off the top 5

THIS ONE IS NOT A SURPRISE 2 ME. god. i had this shit on repeat for ages. its not even that good a song it just scratched an itch in my brain. anyway here's some gay qsmp shit

The lights of Las Casualonas flash in Pac's eyes, leaving afterimages of the bodies around him in his vision, his head spins from alcohol, the music is deafening, and he doesn't think he's felt this alive since Cell ate his leg.

He's never been a party guy. Clubs were never his scene. But Melissa is on a stripper pole on stage and laughing as Mariana sticks a couple bills between her tits, Etoiles is half passed out at the bar and babbling to Phil in what might be French or English but it's really hard to tell, Fit is dancing with Mike in the corner and looks really fucking hot covered in sweat like that Jesus fucking Christ, and everyone else, all of Pac's friends and family, are dancing and drinking and having fun like they're going to die tomorrow.

With everything else that's been happening lately, they all needed this.

He stumbles into a body and giggles, struggling to keep his balance. "Sorry, sorry," he mutters. "I'm just--I need another drink."

The person turns around and his heart leaps into his throat. Cell. Cellbit. Not--not Cell. He's hasn't been Cell in years. Like, a decade, probably. Has it been that long since Alcatraz? Damn.

Cellbit looks at him, eyes hazy, and oh, yeah, he's also drunk as fuck, isn't he? He's got a drink in his hand, and it's something red, and there's a drop of it on the corner of his mouth, and Pac isn't sure if he wants to run away or lick it off his face.

No, he shouldn't do that. Down, boy. Chill.

Cellbit smiles, his too-sharp teeth glinting in the light, and there's a slight red tint to them because of whatever he's drinking, and Pac wishes it was his blood in that cup. What? Who said that. No one said that. No one said--anything. He's normal.

"Queridinho," Cellbit purrs--literally, like a fucking cat, shit, and Pac feels like an electrical current has been sent down his spine. Fucking hell.

He looks so much like Cell. He is Cell, just--older. Different. Hotter. Pac finds himself giggling again. This is weird. Nice, though. Man, Cellbit is sexy. Pac wants to, like, open up his ribs and crawl into his chest cavity, or something. No, that's weirder. He's drunk. Whatever.

He stumbles, and Cellbit holds out his arms to steady him, drink sloshing in his cup. "Woah. Peqi, how many drinks have you had?"

Pac tries to count on his fingers, but trying to focus on them is hard. He giggles again and leans his forehead on Cellbit's shoulder.

"Mmmmm, a few," he mutters, and he's not even sure if he's talking loud enough for Cellbit to hear.

Then Cellbit's giggling, and Pac stumbles into him, and they've got an armful of each other, Cellbit's drink spilling a little on Pac's pants, but who cares anymore, really? This is nice. This is really nice.

Pac pulls away just enough to look at Cell's face--Cellbit's face, god dammit, they're--different people. Kind of. Not really. That's how Pac likes to think about it, but Cellbit looks a lot like Cell right now, looking down at Pac like he's--like he's a rabbit and Cell is a wolf. Or something. That's hot. Also terrifying. Mostly hot though.

Cellbit holds up his drink like an offering, staring at Pac, waiting.

Pac leans forward and places his lips on the rim of the cup. Cellbit gently tips it, letting Pac get a sip of what's in it. Cranberry and raspberry juice, mostly, with some vodka. Hm. Not bad.

Cellbit lowers the cup, then immediately leans in to press a kiss to Pac's lips, way too quick and way too chaste. "Want another drink?" he mutters, mere centimetres from Pac's mouth.

Pac nods. Cellbit takes his hand and starts dragging him through the crowd towards the bar. Pac smiles, holds on tight, and lets Cell sweep him away in the flashing lights.

[seventh-district]

Sam: "Look at me. Hey- look at me a second. I know. I know you're tough. I know how strong you are. You have every right to be proud of that. But being able to handle somethin' doesn't mean you should have to. Least of all when I'm right here trying to help. Please let me help. If not for you then for me, because I don't like knowin' you're hurtin', especially when there's somethin' I can do about it."

Me, shaking my head, fighting back literal tears: "B-but it's gonna give you another headache!"

[writesology]

how grateful i am, to be able to call you mine

[snowangeldotmp3]

might be an unpopular opinion but i didn’t hate the agatha finale….sorry….

[quirkle2]

colorful summer boy

[hinamie]

i won't call myself confident just yet but i will say locking myself in bg improvement jail lately has been ,,kinda fun ?? in like a masochistic kind of way

[doodlingwren]

☝🤓 What if 🤨🤔! I was back 😨🤯 after some months 😞😤😲... ahahah jokes 🧐🤣😂... unless 😳👉👈

[canayams-art]

⚠️ WIP

Long time no Yon (and his cutieful bf Micah)

[thegreatyin]

for the record this is my personal funny evil bat tierlist. i don't actually dislike any of the masters there's just some i think about/like a bit more than others

[definitelynotshouting]

smth smth every traffic season ending being about love and Martyn shattering it. smth smth perching on the edge of the fourth wall and pushing everybody back in. smth smth crabs in a bucket and the spite of it all and believing the only way out is through. something abt snapping at the hand that seeks to unchain you. as you can see i am both physically and mentally unwell tonight,

[anormaladn]

thank u @kaiken23 4 being a good friend