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Very unserious human bill design haha
#I don't think I'll ever properly make one haha. This one is very obviously catered to my tastes agahsgshs. Bill except he's like a#weird frienemy of the family#art#sketch#digital art#gravity falls#bill cipher
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me n my vamp bf
#fanart#sanji vinsmoke#roronoa zoro#zosan#one piece#being able to feed your boyfriend a heart...#of the guys ass that you just kicked....#NO wait i was thinking about how muscles that have been stressed can be Tasted or whatever#omg no this will become too weird if i delve too far into sanji trying different methods of culling people LOL#anything for the sexy hot sexy sexy hot hot super sexy sexy hot uhhh what was i saying. OH . vamp boyfriend#my heart.. here is a Heart....#Sanji cornyisms#anyway. whatever. who even cares. I care. I CARE.#happy ALMOST HALLOWEEN
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Lucifer: "Mc what are you doing?"
Mc: "nothing."
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer: "Beel, explain."
Beel: "They asked to sit on my shoulders to be tall."
Lucifer: "I see now. And why is it that you wanted to be tall Mc?"
Mc: "A strange innate desire for height and the high ground."
Lucifer: 😑
Lucifer: "And you agreed to this why Beel?"
Beel: "They made me food." 🥺
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me!#obey me mc#obey me lucifer#obey me beelzebub#Lucifer is questioning his and his brothers' taste in partners#But only for a moment though#He loves Mc too much#And we/they love him#Chaotic gremlin Mc is my favorite Mc#My mind will not be changed about that#Anyone else have moments of wanting to be on higher ground just cause#no just me?#Hmm maybe I'm just weird like that#And that'd okay#obey me brothers#obey me gn!mc#obey me gn!reader#obey me swd#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me x gender neutral reader#obey me x you#obey me x y/n#idk what else to tag#obey me shitpost#obey me shenanigans#obey me random
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A - Awake by Tycho S - Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON M - Mama Said by Lukas Graham O - Oogie Boogie's Song by VoicePlay D - Dangerous by Set It Off E - Enemy by Imagine Dragons U - Upside Down by Jack Johnson S - Some Nights by fun. S - Separate Ways by Journey T - Things We Lost in the Fire by Bastille A - Amish Paradise by "Weird Al" Yankovic H - Hey Brother by Avicii L - Light of the Seven by Ramin Djawadi
tag game: make a playlist using each letter of your url
tagged by: @oh2e
B - Bad Blood by Bastille
E - Evil Eye by Franz Ferdinand
N - New Sun by Kill Bill: the Rapper
I - I Love You, I'm Trying by grandson
D - Dandelions by Rav
R - Re-Hash by Gorillaz
Y - y 13 by Cavetown
L - Love From the Other Side by Fall Out Boy
uhhh go for it anyone ig, but i'll tag a few ppl as well @professorrivertam @because-i-love-chess @1dkreally @slorgan @moyurukoda
#an excuse to talk about my music taste? Taken.#my taste is weird#this should be with em-dashes but that looks WRONG#I'm ignoring “the”#VoicePlay's version of Oogie Boogie's Song SLAPS#Love the original but Danny Elfman can't compete with Geoff Castelluci#I could do this five times and still not fully flesh out my taste#This was HARD#Time to tag all the artists...#Tycho#walk the moon#lukas graham#voiceplay#set it off#imagine dragons#jack johnson#fun.#journey#bastille#weird al#weird al yankovic#avicii#RIP#ramin djawadi#acapella#arcane#game of thrones
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A friend of mine sent me your latest post and I couldn't stop thinking about how perfectly Vasco would fit into the role of a coat of arms supporter. It got to the point that I just sat down and made a mock-up of the idea; turns out actually, both of them do a great job at it, together. Literally made this account to share the discovery (Extra funny points for them fitting the original colour scheme)
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#I was having a late night snack and almost inhaled my pizza when I received this#glorious#Vasco is excited to be there he's taking his new coat of arms supporter role very seriously#hey stop fiddling with the mantle Machete leave it be#I had to look this up but this is apparently the royal coat of arms of united kingdom#and in the original the characters are a lion and an unicorn#which fits these two oddly well#I love the fig leaf censorship very classy very tasteful#thank you for going through the trouble of making an account just to send me this it's priceless#gift art#peaceofbreadcake#Vasco#Machete#own characters#teamwork ✨#the weird thing is how it almost works#if you didn't look closely enough you might not notice that the heraldic beasts are naked dog men
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Dangers of living with trainers with no common sense:
And some misc sketches of the baby submases and their starters!
#if you recognize these memes you’re my heroes#submas#baby submas#litwick#tynamo#sketch#sketchbook#myart#art#pokemon#pokemon ingo#subway bosses#subway boss emmet#subway boss ingo#pokemon emmet#pov: your candle thinks you taste like snow and void (weird)
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I keep thinking about these guys ... Idiots....
#I hc Abe thinks him and Shadow have a rivalry but Shadow's like :( why doesn't he like me#i also like to hc Maria has very strange taste in things and Abe is weirded out. but he blames Shadow for that LOL#maria prefers to spend time with Shadow which makes abe mad LOL#i actually kinda hated the fact he existed for a while but now i like him#he's not a big fan of freaky things so he doesn't like being around that stuff#he excludes himself 😭#he's a brat imo and that's funny#my art#art#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#shadow the hedgehog#my au#abraham tower#gun commander#Maria Robotnik#ark siblings
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A post dump of Connverse sketches n doodles that are either scrapped idea, commission pose option that wasn't chosen, or little doodles in between commissions, that I'm not sure what to do about. Might finish it, might never will. haha
#This pie I'm eating right now tastes weird and I'm not sure if that's just how it tastes or if it's gone bad. But I guess I'll know when my#bowels'll whether be upset or not later.#connverse#Connie Maheswaran#Steven Quartz Universe#Steven Universe#my shiz#skedoobles#doodle dump#Context for second to the last one is basically Steven sleepwalking.#In Filipino we call hickey 'chikinini' and I like saying chikinini more.
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rewatched the brave little toaster yesterday and remembered the last time i cursed myself imagining p03 with this voice
#inscryption#inscryption fanart#p03 inscryption#leshy inscryption#grimora inscryption#one of those things i've been thinking about for ages#but put off boarding bc i don't know anyone who's as autistic about this movie as i am lmao#fuck it no one can hide from my weird taste in animated films
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fast food is the best course of action after causing a scene. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴʏᴀʟ ᴀʟ ɢʜᴜʟ ᴀᴜ
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Danny finds Sam easily.
She's right where she said she was over the phone: standing outside on a balcony, in Gotham, at Father's many charity functions.
("Would you still be willing to fly over to Gotham, Danny?" She asks, her voice ringing clear through the speakers. Danny is already climbing out his window before she even finishes her sentence. He was just about to settle down for the night, his ghosts would know better by now than to disturb him at this time. The Box Ghost not included.)
("Of course." He says, sounding more confident than he feels. Sam was one of his best— closest friends, he would do anything she or Tucker asked. Even if it means stepping foot into his Father's city. He drops down silently, and walks through the house's ghost shield. "Would you like me to bring you anything?")
(Sam sighs through the phone, relief leaking through. "One of the veggie burgers from Nasty Burgers would be great, with their new ecto-fries. Extra salt. I'm sick of all this rich people food.")
(A small smile pulls across Danny's face, tilting at the corner as his living form falls away to his ghost self. "Alright," he says, and kicks himself off the ground, "I'll be there in a few minutes.")
("Thanks, Danny.")
He had the bag of food with him, stored in a container he had to run back to the house to get that would prevent the food from cooling during his flight over. Clutching it in hand, he floats down behind Sam and sheds his invisibility.
Being visible and being invisible always felt different, but in a way Danny can never describe, no matter how many times he tries to think about it. It's like a gut-feeling, a sixth sense, he always knows when he's visible and when he is not.
His ghost form burns away like steel wool being lit, and Danny drops the last foot to the ground silently. In his other hand lies his thermos, but filled with plain ectoplasm — lazarus water. "I have your food."
(He brought the thermos for himself — his side was still healing from his last fight with Technus. The ghost impaled him with a broken pipe, and Danny returned the favor by wedging his sword into his chest. Technus had been quite offended by him ruining his favorite coat.)
Sam jumps a foot into the air, and her hand slams across her mouth to muffle the shriek she lets out as she whirls around. "Danny!" She hisses, her voice rising in pitch, and her eyes narrow at him into a glare. "Freaking-- Tucker's right, we seriously need to put a bell on you."
"You have been saying that for years," Danny grins, sharp-toothed and jack-knifed, and passes the container over to her. "And yet I've yet to see any kind of bell." He was going to start getting disappointed at this rate.
As Sam takes the container, Danny hops up onto the railing and looks around. He hadn't seen any of Father's other children lurking around the building before he revealed himself, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. He wasn't going to fool himself into thinking that their stealth skills were poor.
He wasn't that arrogant.
...Anymore.
"Oh you will." Sam threatens, unzipping the container and grabbing the takeout bag. "I'll get you a collar and everything, we can start calling you Catwoman." When she pulls out her fries, Danny snaps forward and steals one from the box, ignoring her indignant yell as he pops it into his mouth.
"I spent my own money on these fries, Sam." He sniffs, leaning away from her with a stifled huff of laughter as she swats at him. "So they are technically my fries. And also, Catwoman would be a poor thief if she wore a bell."
Sam grumbles at him, and takes a bite out of a handful of fries. "I'll venmo you money." She says past a mouthful of food, Danny would have been disgusted in the past, when he was still new. But he's gotten used to this... normality. So he makes no reaction to it. "How does three hundred bucks sound?"
Danny immediately frowns.
"Did you have a fight with your parents?" He asks, eyes glancing to the doors. Doors that are covered heavily by curtains and blurred heavily, decadent music passing through in muffled sounds. He shifts himself away from the light. "You only spend that much money when they've pissed you off."
Sam's chewing stops, and her annoyed expression falters into one Danny knows well -- hurt, furrowed brows, a small frown, disappointment -- and she turns her head away from him. She swallows. "Yeah." she says, quiet.
Oh.
Danny knows that tone too.
Guilt settles like a rock in his chest. He leans forward, "Was it about me again?" He wasn't blind to the disdain Sam's parents had for him, far from it. This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten into a fight with them over her friendship with him and Tucker. But especially him. He unsettled people, even after years of observing his age-mates and trying to mimic their behavior, and anyone who knew him in middle school knew it was an act.
Sam's silence gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the guilt heavies itself with the weight of the sky. Danny's never much cared about others' opinions of him -- he is (was?) an Al Ghul, they never heed to mind what the weight of a simpleton's thoughts.
But.. he cares a little a lot when it hurts his friends like this. He presses his lips together into a thin line, and forces the words out through his teeth. It sounds robotic. Al Ghul's do not apologize. "I... am sorry." But this one does. It doesn’t come easy.
Sam sighs through her nose, and turns to roll her eyes at him. "Don't apologize on their behalf when you won't even apologize for your own; their assholes." She says, and goes reaching for more fries.
It's a sign, a signal. A silent word for the conversation to move on, to change. A distraction. Danny grasps it with both hands, and makes an offended noise in the back of his throat. And like he has learned, puts a hand to his chest like a scandalized American southern lady. "I apologize! I apologize plenty."
She snorts. "Only when you think it matters." And pokes him in the ribs sharply with her fry. He withholds a wince and snatches it out of her hands. "You're about as unapologetic as they come, Danny J. Fenton. I've seen you look more sincere when you're trying to drive your sword between Vlad's ribs."
"Stabbing Masters is a very important task for me, Sam." Danny says in only partially faux-seriousness. Masters has yet to realize that Danny had no interest in becoming his son, but he had to (reluctantly) admire his persistence. "Of course I will apply myself to it as best as I can."
He grins triumphantly when Sam laughs, and she reaches over to shove him square in the chest. He barks out a laugh of his own as he grips onto the balcony railing and catches himself at an angle.
"Quit with your method actor talk," Sam retorts, grinning sharply while Danny twists himself back up elegantly. "I know you can talk like a normal person, I've literally seen you do it."
Danny sniffs, and snatches more fries from the carton as revenge. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean, Miss Sam." He says, grin-twisting when Sam rolls her eyes. "My speech has always been this way. This 'normal' you speak of, I do not know it."
She waves her hand dismissively at him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But if you keep talking like that, I'm pushing you off the balcony."
"Such violence, Sam."
He gets a laugh again, full of disbelief without any of the annoyance. "I'm gonna be the one that stabs you, oh my god. Pot meet kettle." She looks at him again, smiling.
Danny smiles back, and with a flick of his wrist pulls out a kunai from his sleeve. It was one of the few weapons Mother was able to pass on to him whenever she made her scarce visits. He cherishes it well, along with anything else she was capable of giving him.
He holds the handle out to her, and watches her face shift from disbelief to shock, then back to disbelief. "Then you're gonna need a weapon to do that."
"Of course you have a pointy object on you." She mutters, and takes the kunai and puts it in her purse. Danny makes a pleased hum, it resonates low in his core, and drops his hand. "When do you not have a pointy object on you?"
As if to make her point, Danny's hands twist near his side, and he holds his palms up to her, revealing the shobo he had also hidden on him. He gives her a shit-eating grin. "Never." He lowers his hand, and pockets the small weapon once again.
Sam huffs, "Of course," she repeats, "thanks. I was gonna bring a knife but..."
Danny finishes the sentence for her, kicking his feet idly and knowingly. "The security at the door?" He'd seen them on his flight over the building. It wouldn't do much in the face of the Rogues, but at least they were good at keeping appearances and keeping out the smaller threats.
He rolls his eyes and turns his head away, looking up to the ugly, smog-covered skies. There was no bat signal in the air, and while that was a good thing, Danny almost wished there was. He wanted to see it. "I saw, and I would’ve called Father foolish if he hadn’t hired help. He attracts trouble almost as badly as I do."
"Maybe it's hereditary," Sam jokes, laughing under her breath. With her fries finished, she started on her veggie burger. "At least your dad isn't a vigilante like you are."
Danny smiles wryly. It felt nice to be able to talk more freely about this. That he didn't have to hide the fact that his father was Bruce Wayne, now that Sam knew it from her own accord. Maybe he could have conversations like these more often. Even if it was limited to Bruce Wayne only.
(Even if it felt a little terrifying to know that his father was so close by, close enough that Danny could reach out and touch him. To speak to him. But how would he explain that? And with an audience?)
(He’s wanted to see him since he was a kid, and he still does. It clings onto him like a cough that doesn’t go away after the cold already has, and while it has faded over the years, it clings. His mother’s words still ring in his ears however; it’s not safe. It’s not safe.)
(And isn’t that why he faked his death in the first place? So that his little brother would be safe? Why he gave up the heirship, his home, his Mother, Damian, and his chance to meet his Father? Going to see Father, even now, would be throwing that all away. He has to stay away.)
(Why is Damian with Father if staying with Father was unsafe?)
He just needed to tell Tucker. Danny wouldn’t keep him out of the loop, he was just as much as his friend as Sam was. His eyes draw towards the door, where the golden glow of lights was still pouring through, where music was playing loudly. "Yeah, fortunately."
They fall into a comfortable silence after that, and Danny finally cracks open his thermos. The pipe Technus impaled him with was covered in a goo that Danny didn’t recognize, but whatever it was, his injury was taking its time healing. The ectoplasm was speeding it up.
He isn’t sure what the difference between the ectoplasm that Drs. Fenton collected and Grandfather’s Lazarus pools is, but there’s a difference. He swirls the thermos slowly, watching as the ectoplasm inside twists into a small whirlpool sluggishly.
When left alone, it thickens into a consistency similar to egg whites, or perhaps a thick smoothie, but reverts back into a water-like substance when moved and swirled. It was strange; unexplainable. He can understand, to an extent, why the Drs. Fenton are so obsessed with studying it and the dimension it comes from.
Sam watches him idly as he brings the thermos to his lips and drinks from it. The effect is instantaneous, a sense of relief washing over Danny as if someone had put a soothing balm onto an injury. It buzzes down to his fingertips, and when he lowers the thermos, he licks his lips and watches the tips of his fingers burn green like frostbite.
“Your hair turned white again.” Sam comments, her hand reaching out and touching the hair on the nape of his neck. While it’s not the first time Sam’s touched his hair, it still makes him tense up with her hand so close to his throat. Instinct. dan
He ignores the urge to bat her hand away, humming thoughtfully. “I’ve noticed it does that.” He says, pulling down his bangs to see if they’ve also turned white. No, still black. He lets go. “Let me guess; my eyes are green too?” He lifts the thermos again and peers into the chrome casing.
Sam nods, “Yep, but it’s only the, uh.” She makes a circle around her eyes with her finger. “The iris part. Everything else is fine.”
Danny can see that. The faint reflection on the chrome casts back an intense green. He takes another sip. It chills the back of his teeth, and he can feel his canines warp and sharpen. He runs his tongue over them, and swallows.
Sam is still watching him, her fingers drumming against the balcony railing. “What’s it taste like?”
“Carbonated.” He says dryly, before taking a large swig. He couldn’t name a specific flavor if he tried, it changed every time he took a sip. The only thing that stayed consistent was that it tasted carbonated. And slightly sweet. When he pulls the thermos away, Danny twists his body towards her and offers it out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Want to try?”
Her reaction is immediate. Sam’s nose scrunches up and her mouth twists into a smile, and she makes a huffing-laugh sound. “No, thank you.” She pushes it away lightly with her fingers, “I don’t know how to explain to my parents why my hair is white.”
Right. Danny pulls the thermos away and puts it down beside him, straining his eyes to see if the rest of his hair has changed colors. Even just his first sip would take half an hour to fade back to its normal black, and he was a halfa. He had no idea how long it’d take to fade on Sam, who was human.
There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and Danny snaps his head towards the source. There’s a figure, small, a boy, trying to hide behind one of the curtains at the door. His form just barely peeking out from the angle Danny was sitting at. He wouldn’t have seen him if the boy hadn’t moved.
His fingers curl tightly into the railing, and he breathes in sharp. Sam’s smile crumbles away and she turns to see what he’s looking at. “I should go.” He says, and reaches for his thermos. “There’s someone spying on us. Don’t say anything, just look at me.”
Sam’s expression warps, twists. Her eyes widen, her jaw starts to drop before fixing itself into place, and her shoulders curl up and tense. She forces it all to smooth over, and she leans casually against the railing. There’s a tick in her jaw. “I see.” Her voice comes through teeth. “Do you think they saw you?”
“I am not sure.” Danny says. He keeps an eye on the figure as he twists himself over and grabs the Nasty Burger bag and the container. He tries not to look like he’s rushing. He is. How long has that boy been there? How much did he see? Did he hear anything?
“Father, fortunately, has privacy films on the glass. Nobody should have seen me unless they’re specifically trying to peep through the door.” He says. The boy seems to realize that Danny was starting to leave. And, his heart beginning to sink, instead of leaving, moves to grab the door handle instead.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Danny’s breath catches in his throat, he’s hoping that isn’t who he think it is. But how else would he have not noticed an eavesdropper on their conversation unless it was someone who was capable of bypassing those skills? He told himself that he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that his siblings’ had poor stealth. He got distracted.
Five years, five years. He refuses to let that go down the drain. He zips up the container and throws his legs over the other side of the railing, his back facing the door. He hears the doorknob click, and without a word to Sam, slips off down the side and down to the ground below.
Just in time. The once muffled music now sounds blaring as the door presumably is thrown open and the pull of invisibility washes over him like a second skin. He doesn't stay to see who it is.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc crossover#danyal al ghul au#older brother danny#first danny pov of the au! whoo!#danny's hair turns white if he drinks ectoplasm brrrrr and his eyes turn green. good for him#this sat in my drafts for the last few days until i finally finished it during class#it was a math class and i already knew the material so tis fiiiine. now i just need to finish my CFAU post rewrite :)#ectoplasm tastes like that time i went to go get pepsi from the soda machine and it was all out of the pepsi flavoring so instead i got a#cup full of carbonated liquid. it was disgusting. ectoplasm kinda tastes like that. sometimes.#danny smiles in this more than i thought he would but yk it fits. he IS more smiley around his friends and family.#ectoplasm is a weird non-newtonion fluid and danny is fascinated. its got the consistency of egg whites one minute and then water the next#its a water slime and then suddenly its as brittle as annealed glass. it heats up and rots like milk or it heats up and boils like water#it congeals. it thickens. it boils. it solidifies. it does whatever it wants. it gels and melts into a tar-like substance#how long has damian been standing there? good question. :) i almost had him open the door and make eye contact with damian before falling#backwards. i also almost had it be *bruce* and damian opening the door bc bruce found out that damian pulled a knife on sam and was gonna#have him come apologize. that would be a fun scene. prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact#imagery brrrr. had fun playing with how danny's ghost form works. if anyone has seen a video of steel wool burning thats how i imagine#danny's ghost transformation to be like.#also ayyy balancing danny's dialogue be like “how fancy should he sound and how Normal Teenager Should He Sound”#when sam gets home she catches tucker up to speed about everything including the convos with the waynes she had and they both form the#'“Fuck Them Waynes” squad. Sam has jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion about danny's separation from his family but in her defense.#it is a pretty sound conclusion to jump to considering the lack of context she has from danny's prior home life. which is almost none at al#so to her it looks like danny got abandoned by bruce wayne
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fiddauthor galore featuring: another pmmm crossover, me getting the hang of drawing that wonky man (fiddleford), and a wip
the last one is a very obscure entirely italian reference but if you get it. i will give you a little kiss 😋 little hint: its a music video. you know this song. your dad loves it. there's the word gravity in it thats why i chose it
#fiddauthor#fiddleford mcgucket#stanford pines#gravity falls#the book of bill#tbob#my art#fanart#girl i didnt have drawing fiddauthor thangs in my bingo card what a weird turn of events#my thoughts on fiddauthor: in my head it makes sense if you headcanon both as very very very repressed gay men#college fling to long distance telephone calls every now and then to ehy im marrying someone to ehy i had a son to ehy do you wanna help me#once again gay situationships are the downfall of entire lives. wow#if you put it that way the blind eye society and the whole bill thing gain double the sour taste because now it was all about heartbreak#tragic#anyway i dont particularly root for them i just enjoy putting them into situations#and my flu is healing 😛
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Beloved boys with wildly contrasting aesthetics. Aka goth vs prep.
(These illustrations were done for these memes!)
#when i first started posting these two frequently i thought 'man these characters are so similar'#'everyone's gonna know what weird highly specific taste i have and shove me in a locker'#but... laying it out like this i guess i can see how maybe one wouldn't notice the similarities haha#at least they're different on a surface level even if my odd fixation on immature rich brats with anger issues is omnipresent#i don't normally repost my work but i thought these little illustrations came out neat enough to highlight on their own#also i'm in the artfight mines still so it'll be a while until I can post more of my original work/characters...#my draws#theo#ambroys#amaranthine
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obsessed with people saying “it’s cool to be weird now” fucking WHERE and how do i get there
#ramble#have you seen an instagram comment section#nobody is meaner#oh you mean the kind of weird that is still attractive and marketable and not the kind that got me bullied my entire childhood#you can look weird and have weird interests as long as you aren’t too loud or enthusiastic or strange for my taste#it is cool to be different but also no the fuck it isn’t#i am still just as ostracised in adult life as i was at school#‘they’ll be jealous of you one day’ i assure you they are Not
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Legend, as the owner of an orchard, is an apple snob.
When Ravio says Red Delicious are his favorite, Legend is appalled. He seethes for weeks. How could anyone who is basically himself tolerate a Red Delicious!? They’re mealy and flavorless and waxy—Every time he thinks of it he gets annoyed.
Turns out the Red Delicious in Lorule actually ARE good. Ravio doesn’t know Hyrule’s are different till he eats one and nearly spits it out in shock.
#linked universe#lu legend#lu Ravio#apples#based on a comment by my northern friend that the apples where she is from are way better#Legend and Ravio are the same person but they ARE from alternate universes#so there’s gotta be some weird differences#also I’m sorry to Red Delicious lovers I just don’t like them#they taste and feel like they are trying to turn themselves into sauce
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rereading some of my favorite classic fan fics and again just so struck by the fact that mainstream fiction could never give me what you people give me every day for FREE. you're all the exact level of poetic and deranged that i'm endlessly searching for. no one is doing it like fic writers.
#architecture of the minotaur's heart is something i have always wished i could write#i am utterly obsessed with every part of the animal even though it's a movie rewrite#i think about love take your toll all the time#some of the lines from ergative/absolutive are so close to my heart they feel just like a disney movie or my dad's favorite song#do you GET WHAT I'M SAYING#like so many of you people have influenced me and my tastes beyond words#thank you to fic writers i love you weird little freaks!!!!!#text#about
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"Growing up is realising a (random ship) you loved is actually weird and bad"
Yeah? Is it? Great, I love it even more. The worse it is the Better.
#seeing alot of gf fans deny the billdip phase and you are all WEAK#god i wrote some true shit for them#do you guys notice how most dni accounts are under 25 cause i do#and we all know why#babes some day this will not matter as much as you fucking think it does#i used to think some things were weird but now im older and weird things is just good taste#explore your ships#youre fucking allowed to age up characters stop letting people stop you thr characters are fake!!!#nothing you do will hurt a fictional character#feel free to ignore this#clicking into an account and seeing a dni and sliding over to the age and being like “yep#yep yep yep i knew it“#never in my life have a seen actual adults care#okay for the sake of this resonancing#freaks interact#lmao#is this discourse?#its for sure proship
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