#my future is non-existent

[tasenwrobots]

they're proud of you.

[tainebot01]

The time has come for me to share my concepts for future Kay and Stacey.

[bionicboxes]

OC-Tober Day 3: Old OC

Blank is my oldest OC that I still use (first made around 2017), but the oldest OC of mine (that I'm aware of) is this Pichu/Pikachu with a Sylveon ribbon from around 2013/14. I never drew her as an Raichu, so I took the chance to finally give her the final stage of her evolution a decade later.

[oodlally-doodlally]

feeling deeply atrociously sorrowful over Nie Huaisang and the position he ultimately ends up in and i am not a big enough boy to stop crying. this man has destroyed my spirit by destroying his own life (and others) i need to hug him immediately

[simstationdance]

if i could change one and only one thing about the sims 2 it would be to remove the heavily implied supernatural racism in its entirety and make it impossible for sims to roll "turn supernatural neighbor into a fucking normie" wants

i hate it when there are multiple witches or plantsims or zombies or werewolves or vampires or whatever the fuck in the neighborhood and all of their normie bitch neighbors have entire wants panels dedicated to wanting to Cure them and it's the only fucking want they ever roll ever again so if you don't do it they'll never be happy as long as their neighbor is a fucking plant zombie vampire or whatever.

like this dumb shit makes me actually SO fucking angry every time i think about it. shout out to the people who play entirely supernatural hoods idk how yall put up with this shit and/or get 'no cure sim wants' mods to work because i refuse to accept the supernatural racism as a part of the gameplay and i have never been able to get mods like that to work.

[hexxter]

Rewatching Disney worlds parts cause I love the friendship the player get with the characters.. SEPHIROTH???

I didn’t remember that part ever happening…

Am I overthinking it to think its actually means something for the future lore? Its probably just gameplay stuff lol like boss battle

But I can’t help it cause its fits my little headcanon version of khux and Player

[lunasilvis]

Downpour out, Tuesday night, balancing comics on my knee

What a vitamin D-deprived european summer does to a girl

[misiahasahardname]

i swear i’m gonna draw more tmnt stuff i’m just brainrotting hard over primos

[randomwriteronline]

Pohatu liked the cold.

Pohatu liked the heat too, to some degree.

But he liked the cold better.

Pohatu didn't know if he liked him because he liked the cold, or if he liked the cold because he liked him.

It could have been both; he didn't know.

What Pohatu did know was that he very much did not like the dark.

It hadn't always been like that.

It hadn't always been that bad.

Pohatu could hardly remember much from before he had crashed on Okoto from the sky, but he was certain he hadn't always been so afraid of the dark. He was certain, at some point, to have liked it to some degree: to have gladly traversed it without fear or with greater purpose, and to have associated it at least in part with something friendly, someone nice.

But he could not remember that.

What he could remember was the pitch dark, and a trusted hand clamped around his own tight. Just Pohatu and him, in an endless abyss.

They had both been scared, of course. But they were together.

They would have made it through.

Then suddenly, after ages of wandering in the complete black, the hand had slipped away from Pohatu's grip, never to be found again; and he had cried out for him, over and over, telling him it wasn't the time for jokes like these, and that he thought he didn't like this kind of humor anyways. He had cried out a name he couldn't remember anymore until his voice had turned hoarse, and he had reached out everywhere in the darkness in the hopes of finding that cold palm again: nobody had ever answered.

When Pohatu had stopped calling for him, everything had been quiet.

Quiet, and not cold.

It had always been cold, while he was here.

Always a little bit cold, and it had comforted him.

But now it was only quiet.

Quiet, and not cold.

Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, had taken him.

Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, would have taken him too.

"What are you waiting for?" Tahu asked. Pohatu was standing at the entrance of the tunnel, turned towards the hole they'd fallen through instead of following Onua as he lumbered down their only way out. "Do you hear something? Someone following us?"

"Not yet. But I'm staying here," the Toa of Stone replied softly. "I'll cover your back. Keep threats from catching up to you."

"Alone?" his Earth brother's concerned question came from deeper into the darkness.

"You'd never make it like that," Gali argued: "We've managed to handle the obstacles in this city only by working together. Leaving you alone might turn into a death sentence."

"As it almost did for Lewa," Kopaka added. His piqued tone gained an indifferent shrug from the object of his disapproval.

Pohatu stood still: "I can handle it."

"You aren't scared of the dark, are you, now?" Lewa's voice creeped up on his shoulder like a Skull Spider; within it, he could hear a mischievous grin.

He turned around, growling: "Be quiet."

Had he had any less self control, the Toa of Jungle's laugh would have ended abruptly with a fist harder than stone against his teeth.

"He is!" the nimble fighter cackled, a palm over his mask's sockets as though he could not look at his brother without being overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation: "He truly is scared! Gloomy, fearless Pohatu is scared! This is too much!"

Nowhere near as amused as him, Gali hit him over the head with the blunt end of her trident and almost sent him sprawling on the ground. When she turned towards the Toa of Stone, her eyes told him very clearly that she was not going to entertain any more arguments on whether or not he would be left to hold the defense on his own: "Come along now."

"I said-" Pohatu tried, calling upon every ounce of his stubborness.

"And I said," she stopped him immediately - eroding his futile attempt at imposing himself over her will like a raging river smooths the rocks of its bed into inoffensive pebbles - "That, just to avoid the unsavory possibility of a large swarm of who-knows-what catching you alone here and your heroic sacrifice to keep them at bay leaving us one Toa short, you'll come along now."

Her tone left no room for rebuttals.

With a sigh that sounded more like a growl, her brother turned and followed Onua into the bowels of his element.

"Don't worry," he heard the kind giant reassure him quietly: "We'll keep you safe."

Pohatu would have snarled something much more incredibly nasty at him despite being somewhat aware of his good intentions if he hadn't been so focused on how quickly the light behind them was disappearing the more they walked, and by the time he properly processed the mortifyingly gentle words they were too far along for him to think of any sort of retort amidst his building panic.

It was dark.

Very, very dark.

Almost as dark as back then.

Almost as dark as where he'd lost the hold on that hand.

Pohatu hoped he wasn't heaving loud enough for the others to hear.

If he had turned to look around he would have seen the weak lights of their eyes only barely, not even bright enough to make out anything past the sockets of their masks; but if he had, his own eyes would have given away that he'd moved his head to look somewhere that wasn't simply ahead, and the others would have had no doubts in regards to just how nervous and uneasy he felt at that moment, and he had already decided he had been humiliated enough today to last him the rest of his lifetime, however long that would have been.

So he stared forward, into the dark emptiness that could have stolen him away without a trace at any moment, trying not to breathe too hard, so tense he could have snapped in half.

He needed to think of something else.

Something, anything else.

He thought of him.

Maybe he was here.

Somewhere in the dark.

Maybe, if Pohatu remembered his name and called for him now, loud enough, he would have finally answered.

Maybe he would have rushed over and grabbed his hand, chastising him - where in the name of Jxqx Krf were you? Did you want to scare me like that time in Hl-Txef, while we were looking for your Exr? If you were trying to make me grieve you in front of Qroxdx Lkbtx again, I'm going to freeze you into a cube - taking him away from all of this, away, somewhere cold and comforting and familiar, and Pohatu would have laughed bitterly despite himself and would have screamed that he hadn't let go, you left me there, alone and scared and in the dark, and maybe he would have yelled that everything had been changing so fast and he'd been all he'd had left that was still at least a little solid to hang onto and when he'd left him there he'd been terrified, and if he had changed it had been to be more like him, because nothing used to seem to hurt him and if he'd been anything closer to how cold and steady and rigid he had been then he would have had to survive somehow, no matter what, and then they would have argued more because they had both been so scared and worried, and then they would have made up and they would have gone out in the sun and Pohatu would have seen his face again and remembered him properly.

Maybe something could have pretended to be him.

Maybek, like that, it could have lured him away into the dark.

A horrible choked sound echoed weakly through the tunnel.

By the time the Toa had grouped tighter together against the unseen threat, Pohatu realized it had come from his own mouth.

He did not mention that.

They waited a moment, each with their backs to those of the others; then somebody (he could not tell who, he was too mortified) said: "Let's go," and they all moved again, walking closer to each other. Just in case.

Maybe it was for the better, in the end, because Pohatu inexplicably felt a little more at ease.

It could not be because he was sorrounded by people who cared for his well-being: at least as far as he told himself, he would have rather they'd left him alone back there, because the thought of being coddled like this when he was meant to be a mighty warrior was shaming him all the way down to his bones.

No, he realized with genuine surprise as he wracked his brain to figure this mystery out. It was not the numbers, or the unity; it was the temperature.

It was... Cold.

A gentle cold.

Emitted like one might emit warmth.

From somewhere at his side, near his arm.

Unconsciously, he leaned further into the chill until he softly bumped into a shoulder.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

No cold palm grabbing his hand.

No cold voice chastising him for running off.

Pohatu kept walking, limb brushing against the cold arm at every step, eyes never turning towards it, breathing a little more normally, feeling a little less panicked.

Kopaka had no idea why the Toa of Stone was suddenly so close to him, and he wasn't sure if asking would have gotten himself snarled at or simply knocked out; but through their contact he felt the other's shoulders mellow slightly, heard his footsteps turn a little less stiff as he exhaled softly in what seemed to be relief; so, as he leaned slightly against him without being shoved off, he decided that if his brother needed this at the moment he would not have dreamed of taking it away from him.

His power was a shield, after all, was it not?

And a shield needs not to be asked: it simply protects.

[itspileofgoodthings]

tags continued from prev post.

[ijustwantaplacetorantinpeace]

(purely rambling about the characters. I don't know the CR cast so why would I pretend to know the feelings of real human beings)

It's interesting that the decided main source of fucked up ness has been Ashton taking the shard over Fearne, despite Fearne literally stating that she thinks the shard belongs to Ashton in the clock tower. (And also her fear of becoming evil Fearne. That chat with Delilah the night before certainly wouldn't have helped her mental state)

I think the actual source of fucked up ness is that Ashton made Fearne essentially promise to watch them die and not get any help no matter what, all while claiming it was because they didn't want her Nana Morri to be left alone. (Also a note that Fearne was on board with it being Ashton, but started second guessing it when she realized Ashton wanted to keep it secret. I'm thinking that was the moment Fearne really realized what Ashton had asked her to do)

Funnily enough the earlier comment Chetney made to FCG about why he's still around really applies here. Sure, Ashton is fine, happy even, if other people are helped by their actions. But really they just want to be the hero. (to be more than a Nobody, perhaps?)

Ashton certainly likes Fearne, but if they loved her in the way she seemingly loves them, he'd never have put her in that situation.

Regardless of the long term outcome, a truly wild choice. It is fully in character for Ashton to blow past all warning signs like they're DW in an Arthur meme.

[tardis--dreams]

I should finish my masters. I know it would be better. A bachelor is virtually worthless here. But god it's tempting to just quit :(

[ryeeatsbread]

I'm toooo in love welllllpppp

Watch out, there's loads of gushing in the tags

[kazuhearted]

genshin was meant to be like disco elysium but god woke up confused that day and made it a gacha live service

god if i had the skill i would make one of those fake screenshot fanarts that people do, recreating a scene in the style of disco elysium. but specifically about that Childe lore story about the civilization growing at the base of a tree.

[flairza]

i may never post as much about the qsmp here because of the fact that i have a hard time phrasing what i feel in my mind but just know that this goddamned smp is on my mind rent-free 24/7 with no intention of stopping at all

[nostalgia-tblr]

on one hand i'm not at all into dragons generally and i keep wanting to skip those parts (and also i feel weird about "royal blood is an actual real thing" even if it's clear that other than the dragon-magic that means fuck-all) but on the other i do like that the dragons are treated as medieval nuclear warheads - everyone fears wars escalating to include them, massive civilian casualties are inevitable, there is nothing to stop anyone bastard enough from just using them anyway. i'm not enough into that idea to want to watch as much of the ugly cgi dragons as i may have to, but it is at least a thing that i like.

so anyway, i support whoever in this madness is in favour of getting rid of the dragons and solving the rest with ye olde lesbian sex.