#mojo worries

[cherry-bomb-ships]

They're showing him how to play Pokémon ❤️💜❤️💜

[❤️💛 Reblogs are all seen and super appreciated!! Click for higher quality. Tag list + transcript will be under the cut! 💚💜]

Mojo: What beast dares to show itself before me now?

Cherry: Looks like another Weedle. Maybe you can catch this one for your Pokédex?

Mojo: This pathetic worm will rue the day it crossed paths with the might of Mojo.

Cherry: That works too! You're doing great, muffin!♡

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[captainhysunstuff]

Death Note (represented by Light) is not happy about my fixation infidelity with Hazbin Hotel.

[oeuvrinarydurian]

It’s Morsetache Monday!

I present to you…the pretty man with the epic moustache in the darling village where it’s all a big mess underneath the tea roses.

I sit in this fancy room full of objets d’art and am still the best looking thing in it. Moustache Power.

I have just said two snarky things to Dorothea, who has taken it in stride, as is her wont.

I am Much Too Good for you, but you have a kid so I’m helplessly charmed. Also: I’m rocking The Scottish Coat.

I am sleepy and adorably rumpled. I am also confused by Strange’s cryptic warning to trust no bugger.

I’m explaining things to dumb people, but I look good.

In which I squinch up my face and snarkily proclaim to my mentor that I’ve got a life. 

Additional Snark. This episode is a 10 out of 10 on the Snark-o-Meter.

In which I realize I was sucking face with the murderer. It will become a habit.

Plenty more fish.

[bugeyedfreaks]

The full Blossom To The Rescue book, one of three books that tell the same story from the girls' different perspectives, based off of a similar story in the episode The Bare Facts. …naturally, Blossom’s story is totally the most accurate of the three and absolutely not at all just her bragging about how smart and perfect she is, and we get to learn about her engineering and mathematics skills, which I kind of wish were shown more in the show itself.

[wicked-jade]

Or, alternatively: The one where Johnny and Daniel finally name their dojo, and maybe also put a name on what they are to each other.

[javelinbk]

Also starring…

John Lennon as Chandler

George Harrison as Phoebe

Ringo Starr as Joey

[nightwere-mojo]

Best of Scrap Sketchbook for week 3 of January

There was nothing for week 2 (except I swatched Ohuhu markers on a page) because returning to work stressed me out.

The lullaby art is from older sketch and doodle files - the new thing I did was coloring on those.

[greatbigbellies]

I DO love when a text post I write or an ask I answer gets some circulation and starts getting notes into the hundreds. It's really encouraging to see a post I wrote about being nebulously hyperpregnant still getting reblogs a year or two later...

...biggest cringe in the world though is re-reading it and finding A TYPO like.... it's minor and doesn't detract from the experience but I'm like "Noooo I used the wrong 'their', I look like a FOOL!"

Posts about going overdue with a dozen babies in your womb are fine with a mistake in the writing but it nags my inner perfectionist.

[sinistermojo]

I swear to god if I see anyone post ai art on my feed I’m reaching through the screen and personally pummeling you with the wrath of 10,000 suns I am NOT fucking around

[timptoe]

As the Revel Meets the Day

And this is the second piece, which I wrote in less than a week. Four times someone sees Shepard in pain, and one time Shepard finally, finally has peace.

Because sometimes, even during the longest night of the longest year, you get a glimpse of the light returning.

Read it on Ao3.

--

let me die, let me drown lay my bones in the ground I will still come around  when the time for sleep is through

over hill, over dale through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail I am coming home to you  - The Oh Hellos, “Thus Always to Tyrants”

—

pain

awful, excruciating pain

why

why can I feel pain

I shouldn’t be here

I should be done

I made the choice

a choice between three, but not a choice 

not really

only one option, pull the gun, fire at the weak point blow the whole thing to hell blow all of them to hell for us for them for him

Kaidan

I’m here

Kaidan

—-

He grunts as the bulkhead in front of them collapses forward. “That was too easy,” he mutters into his comm.

“Commander Bailey, what is that?” comes the low, terrified voice of the kid on his flank. Not a soldier, not even an adult, just a teenager he’d found huddled in a corner of the Presidium when the Reapers invaded. One of the few survivors he’d managed to hide in a burned-out storefront while the Reapers transported the whole goddamn Citadel to Earth. 

Earth. He can see it up there, in the cracks—the chasms—in the ceiling above his head. The automatic mass effect fields  are holding the air in for now, but he’s got no idea how long that’s gonna be for, not since that wave of red energy burst through the Citadel and fried anything with an on switch, from the internal communications array to his gun’s targeting computer to the fucking keepers. 

But not everything electrical. Not the mass effect fields automatically keeping gravity constant and the atmosphere stable. Not the helmets he and the kid are wearing on the off chance the atmosphere becomes unstable. And not the display screens all around the station, every one of which had started displaying the same message in the instant before the red wave swept through.

FIND HIM. And a set of coordinates.

“That,” Bailey says, answering the kid’s question, “is what we’re looking for. I think.”

It’s a pile of rubble, but it’s not. He’s no expert, but even with just a glance he can see that the tech half-buried amongst the twisted metal and sheared polymers is far, far beyond anything he’s ever seen on the Citadel or in any Alliance installation. He can’t even begin to guess what some of those pieces do, or even what material they’re made of. And really, he doesn’t care.

FIND HIM.

Somebody needs to be found.

“Alright folks,” he calls into his comm, gesturing to the gathered team behind him, “just like the last two times.”

Getting to this part of the Citadel was no mean feat. Along the way, they’d encountered more than a dozen other survivors who’d somehow survived the Reaper invasion, some of them drawn this direction by the message on the screens, others needing to rescued from rubble just like this.

Well. Not just like this.

But rubble’s rubble, and the team seems just as determined as Bailey to figure out what that final, unblinking message means. So they go to work.

It’s hours of digging. Hours of moving massive pieces of who-the-hell-knows-what. Hours of breaks, working in shifts, wondering out loud what that red wave was, why all the Reaper troops they encountered on the way were dead, why the Reaper ships they can just barely see through the chasms in the ceiling seem to be just floating derelicts, who it is that’s waiting under the rubble. Hours.

Until the moment comes.

“Commander, I think I found something!” the kid yells into his comm. Immediately, Bailey’s on his feet and running, lead in the pit of his stomach. He stops where the kid’s crouched, struggling to pull part of a bulkhead up.

Up and off of a pair of N7 greaves.

Bailey’s heart stops for the barest of moments. Holy shit. Then he bellows, “Over here!”

In seconds, dozens of hands have joined his and the kid’s, clutching at the bulkhead, lifting it carefully, revealing more of the buried figure. Precious seconds tick by as more of the rubble is cleared, more of the body is revealed, legs crushed but held together by state-of-the-art armor, chestplate all but melted away, bits of metal fused to the skin underneath but moving—somehow moving—with labored breath. The unmistakable red stripe on the right pauldron. The face, bruised and bloodied almost beyond recognition. Except for the single, piercing blue eye that locks onto Bailey.

“How…” Bailey says breathlessly.

“Who is it, Commander?” the kid asks.

Bailey kneels down next to the figure, gently takes his broken hand, feels the fingers weakly grip his. Something stirs within him, an emotion he doesn’t dare name, something he hasn’t felt since the Reapers took Earth. 

Maybe it’s gonna be alright.

He squeezes back and whispers, “It’s Shepard.”

Read the rest on Ao3.

[jb-nonsense]

can't wait to finish the game and get the ambition and drive to write that multi-chapter fic idea with Talilah and Astarion looking for a cure for him that eventually makes them run into sun elves and have Talilah's father revealed after he holds a blade to Astarion's throat because paladin and undead and Astarion is like

"why didn't you tell me your father was a Saliriador*?!" (*high ranking sun elf noble family)

And Talilah response

"Because my mother didn't fucking tell me!!"

[transshinonomes]

moved the cat fountain OUT of my room and into the living room/where the dogs eat bc the light was bugging me and also bc the dogs like to use it

[against-forms-recognizable]

daddy's still got it

I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test

[ruinedheart]

❛ you'll have to forgive me. i wasn't expecting company. ❜ hence the state of his office;  documents scattered along every inch of the writing desk, books stacked in such a way that it's a wonder they haven't fallen off the edges of his work tables. bottles and vials filled with liquids of every color decorated the bookshelves, and there was even the occasional crumpled paper on the wooden floor. the chief alchemist wasn't faring any better — with ink stains smearing his right cheek, and ashen braids beginning to come apart. such an unsightly appearance in environment and self would've been enough to have the door kept firmly locked on any guest.. but albedo invites @ategod in, despite the minute tells of embarrassment on carved features ( there were hints of red on the very tips of his ears! ) ❛ allow me to make the place more presentable. ❜

[iocheaira]

not even cookies for ME they’re for my mom’s work potluck. truly considering telling her not to tell anyone i made them. it would kill me

[pentosugar]

(I changed my url from dupermaus to pentosugar)

I'm reworking this account atm because even though I literally have not posted this whole year and last year I was very inconsistent, I've been thinking about posting some art online and I just feel like I haven't utilised my account since I made it + when i was using this account the most I was really immature.

What i mean by that is like i wasn't putting any real thought into my art (which is fine it just doesnt reflect how i think about making art right now) and looking back, it doesn't feel authentic to myself. I also was not nearly aware enough of the state of the world and i would just take on whatever opinions i saw the most on tumblr and except them as fact without thinking about it any deeper.

Besides that i think it was a good thing for me to stay off tumblr for almost a year and stop posting because it gave me a chance to mature and to focus more on the real world. I found that i was able to talk about things in a much more nuanced and form opinions that actually reflect my values. ALSO😭😭😭😭 i have had a lot more on my plate this year with school, some health issues and needing to make more MONEY💸💸💸💸

So basically the point is im reworking this account because i might want to post some art now and then. I deleted most of my posts but if i do start posting again i might redraw some old things. Sorry for the long post🤭🤭cya maybe