#no creative tags today

[therealcallmekd]

Now THAT'S Thinkin' In 3D!

HHEHEHEE HAH FLATLAND FANART BE UPON YE

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[k-martins]

Oh, actually, this is really exciting. There are some interesting parallels between Yuji and the white dog (Shiro) _ They both died on the same day _ They are friendly _ Both are trustworthy _ Megumi was very attached to Shiro

In most mythologies, the white wolf symbolizes protection, intelligence, sociability and compassion, being the antagonistic part of the black wolf. Yuji is also associated with the white tiger of Byakko, the protector of the western cardinal point (I talked about it in this post), which ended up becoming his nickname at his old school.

The curious point is that one of Megumi's Shikigami is also a tiger that has not yet been shown, which makes him doubly linked to Yuji. It's interesting for me to see how Megumi and Yuji complement each other, whether it's Megumi being the duo's strategist and Yuji the muscles, Yuji being a melee fighter while Megumi is better at long distances. Black and white, like yin yan.

I wonder if the wolf thing was intentional or just an aesthetic choice, although I doubt Gege would approve of something like that if it wasn't to create parallels. This man likes to pair manga with anime. Overall, I'm just rambling on about these. After the last chapter, I'm getting impatient with the manga and Gege Akutami.

[getvalentined]

Vincent Valentine of the Elite Four from Pokémon Holy/Meteor, releasing never on the N!ntendo Switch.

I put way too much effort into this for a dorky one-off, but here we are! I have a whole backstory for this AU but I will not bore you all with the details.

[in-asterism]

wheee

[paintpanic]

[fruitsofhell]

I used to be one of those guys when I first joined the Kirby fandom, but everytime I hear a discussion of the series writing that starts with "So the Lore is InSaNe-" and not like, "Kirby has a fun writing style that takes advantage of its cute exterior to tell cool stories that reward player's curiosity and leave lots of room for imagination-" I cringe so goddamn hard.

I kinda just hate that people approach things that encourage investment when they don't expect it as inherently absurd. Like it is fun to joke about how absurd Kirby lore can be, but it really often comes with an air of disrespect or exhaustion rather than like, appreciation that these games are made by people who want to tell interesting stories when they could easily make as much money just making polished enough fluffy kiddy platformers. And when it's not met with exhaustion, it's met with - like I said before - that tone that it's stupid for a series like this TO have devs who care about writing stuff for it. Which is a whole other thing about people not respecting things made to appeal to kiddie aesthetic or tone.

Maybe the state of low-stakes YouTube video essays just blows cause people play up ignorance and disbelief for engagement, but like I STG I hear people use this tone for like actual narrative based games sometimes. Some people don't like... appreciate when a game is made by people who care a shitton in ways that aren't direct gameplay feedback. And they especially don't appreciate it when it comes from something with any sense of tonal dissonance intentional or not.

Anyways, I love games made by insane people. I love games made by teams who feel like they wanna make something work or say something so bad. I love that energy, especially when invested into something that could easily rest on its laurels or which obviously won't be taken seriously. I love this in a lot of classic campy 2000s games, I love this in insanely niche yet passionate fanworks, and I love it in the Kirby series and its writing. Can we please stop talking about it like it's an annoyance or complete joke?

[starfacedstudio]

ID in alt!

A little something for Deltarune's 6th anniversary and a way to say im still working on this even though its been ages (though im sure everyone in this fan space is used to that kind of thing lol)!

happy birthday deltarune, i look forward to seeing where this story ends up no matter how long it may take! :D

[wishchip106]

reading a fic rn when cherik are so entirely smitten for eachother its driving me crazy

they aint even together yet

gonna need this translated to the big screen (cherik specifically not so much the fic even tho its good)

need to see gay people on my television 😔

[literatebly]

Love the way you're running out of life (T+; 1,352)

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

Read here on AO3

Part of DCC Holiday Exchange, written for the loveliest @bicholsdrarrysideblog 😚

Tags:

Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Angst, Creature Fic, Obsession, Light Stalking

Summary:

Potter smells of pure magic, and Draco is teetering on the edge of sanity

A lil snippet:

The Forbidden Forest. Stonehenge. Dragons and thestrals and the Whomping Willow.  That is what Potter smells like. Like frozen pine sap. Like heated metal. Like every phase of the moon.  And it calls to Draco — to his bones, to his blood, to his essence. The call is a million hooks pulling him apart, towards something that isn’t there — or is there, sometimes, when Draco is subjected to existing in the same space as Potter. The scent of him is almost corporeal, then, as it always is on the mornings after a full moon. 

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝! ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟾-𝟿: 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟿𝟹

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 💛

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 🩷

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝙸*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚁𝙰𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝚂𝙼 𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Math.

Charlie Brown always hated Math.

Well…that was an understatement.

To be frank, it was in fact a very large understatement. 

Charlie Brown despised Math; he absolutely loathed it.

The darn subject’s homework took him about an hour to do every night. 

Not fifteen minutes.

Not thirty.

A whole. freaking. hour.

It was already 12:30 and the honey brown eyed preteen was still up doing homework at his desk…

…Next year he should protest for Math to be cut off from every single school system.

No one would miss it, really! 

Well…no one would miss it besides Linus.

Charlie harshly erased the entire first half of the page, crumbling up the paper in frustration and throwing it to the pile of discombobulated loose leaf papers he used waaaaaaaay earlier in the night.

The yellow cladded preteen groaned loudly, massaging his head as he glared down at the new piece of paper in front of him.

If only he could throw away his problems as simply as he could crumble up paper… 

“Big brother…what are you doing up so late?” A small familar blonde girl said in Charlie Brown’s bedroom doorway. 

“AUGH!! Sally…God, don’t scare me like that…” Charlie said as he clutched his chest where his heart was, hopping down from his bed as he put his notebooks on his dresser. “What are you doing up…? Your bedtime is 8:30, remember?” 

“I asked you first!” Sally said loudly. 

“And I asked you second; two is more than one.” The honey brown eyed preteen snickered as he crossed his arms smugly. 

“That’s not how that works!” The younger screeched. 

“Is to.” The elder huffed. 

“Is not!”

“Is to.”

“Is not!”

“Is to.”

“Is not!”

Charlie rolled his eyes at the back and forth nonsense, biting back a smile as he decided to mess with his little sister a bit, “…Is not.”

“Is to…!” The blue eyed preteen screeched before realizing what she just said, “…Wait…what?! H-How did you—”

“Glad you agree.” The older hummed in triumph, getting flashcards from inside of his backpack and starting to study them, “Go to sleep, Sally. You have school in the morning.”

“So do you!!!” The other screeched.

“I’m aware of that…” Charlie Brown said, “But unlike you, Sal, I don’t just stay up to stay up— I’m studying! So in retrospect, I need to stay awake to know I’m 101% ready for this Math quiz tomorrow!”

“…I thought it was a test?”

“So in retrospect, I need to stay awake to know I’m 101% ready for this Math test!” The boy corrected, putting his flashcards down and putting his hand on his little sister’s shoulder comfortingly, “I’ll be fine,Sally…but I won’t be fine supporting the action of you forcing yourself to stay awake because I’mstaying awake…”

The girl in pink pajamas crossed her arms in frustration, “But you pulled an all-nighter the night before! And the night before that! And the night before that! And the night before that! And the night before—“

“Okay, okay! I get it!” The older preteen said as he cut his sister off, “I’ll go to bed aaaaat…11.” 

“Big brother…” The younger blonde grumbled warningly. 

“10:50?” Charlie asked, trying to negotiate. 

Sally just glared.

“10:30?” 

Sally raised a single brow, her frown still evident. 

“…10:15 but that’s my final offer.” The elder sighed as the baby blue eyed girl sat on his bed. She pat the spot right next to her, lying down as she stared at the ceiling, “But what if you just went to sleep now?“

“I dunno…” The elder said as he scratched the back of his head nervously, “I really need to study, Sal…” 

And he has! Charlie Brown had been studying all week!

All day...

…And all morning…

…And all evening…

…And all night….

What if there was some material he missed?

Or what if he forgot to study a page or two?!

…Isn’t it crazy how one assignment causes a kid so much stress and at the end of all of it he just gets a piece of paper like it’ll make up for it…

'Diploma' this and 'diploma' that. At this point just give him the 1756 looking ass scroll already!!! 

“Pleeeeeeeaase???” Sally said, sticking out her lip as she wobbled it slightly. Charlie Brown face-palmed, looking away as he grumbled to himself. 

He didn’t want to go to bed…he really really didn’t…

The hazel brown eyed preteen has only been studying all week! 

…Which, now that he thought about it…that is a lot of time looking over notes, making flashcards and reviewing homework’s…

“I’m gonna worry all night thinking about you, big brother!” The younger whined as she sneakingly switched her tactics into making the other go to sleep, “Do you really want me staying up all nightworrying??? I’ll get grey/gray hairs before I turn ten—”

“Okay, okay!!” Charlie Brown said as he cut her off, “I’ll go to bed...yeesh.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed, “You mean you’ll go to sleep?”

The elder sighed loudly, “Yes, Ally…I’ll go to sleep.”

Sally’s eyes softened at the nickname, a small smile spreading to her face but her expression still remaining firm, “Promise?”

He nodded, “I promise.”

“…Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” 

“Pinky promise with whipped cream and sprinkles with a cherry on top?” 

The older preteen blinked in confusion but just shook his head fondly, chuckling lightly, “I pinky promise with whipped cream and sprinkles with a cherry on top.” 

The younger blonde raised a brow, “I don’t trust you…I should keep an eye on you to make sure you fall asleep.” She said as she went underneath the other’s covers, getting comfortable. 

Charlie Brown laughed, going in his bed and going underneath the covers as he snuggled into the pillow, “Whatever you say, Al-Al.” 

A comfortable silence loomed over the two as Sally went and turned off the lights, the only light luminating around the room being a night light. 

The baby blue eyed girl swiftly got closer to her elder brother, lying down next to him as he wrapped her in a hug as she buried her face in his chest. 

“You’re warm…” The girl in pink pajamas mumbled. 

“Thank you..?” The honey brown eyed kid said, letting out a quiet squeak as his sibling nuzzled her face in the side of his neck. “S-Sahahally!” 

“Hm?” The other hummed absentmindedly.  

“Gehehet o-ohout!!” 

“But your waaaaarm…!” She whined as she nuzzled harder.

“AHAH— snrt! W-Wait! Sally n-noho wahahait!!” Charlie giggled as he turned around, curling in on himself as his little sister tickled his sides. “Sahall Sahahall!! PlahaHEASE! I-I thohought hic yohou wanted hic meehee tahahoo hic gohoh to SLEEHEEP!” 

“I do! Go to sleep.” 

“Ihihi’m TRYIHING!” The boy giggled, flapping his hands against the other’s arms. “S-Stahap ihiHAT! Gohoh awahay!” 

“Stop~? Stop whaaaat~?” The girl giggled, her soft smile becoming mostly snarky now. 

“Yohour’e— hic! Yohohou’re— squeal! Nahaha stAHAP!!” Charlie squeaked.

“But why~?” The younger blonde teased as she kneaded her older brother’s hips, “Is it 'cuz you’re tickle tickle ticklish~?”

“NOHOH!!” The taller preteen denied loudly as a small blush slowly spread across his cheekbones, “SahaHALLY cohome OHAN whyhyhy?!?” 

The shorter one just shrugged, “'Cuz I wanna!”

“Thehen dohohon’t!” The boy in yellow and black said as he sat up, grabbing his sister’s wrists as they made eye contact, “Ihihit ihis tehen o’clohock, Sahal…”

“So?” 

“Wehee hic hahave schooHOOL ihin the snrt mohohorning!!”

“Well, then you should’ve listened to me in the first plaaaaace~!” The younger sing-songed as she dug her fingers into Charlie’s underarms. “ShiHIT! SHIHIHAT!! Noho— hic nahahat THEHERE!” He cried, kicking his legs on the mattress. “GEHET ahaHOUT!! I-I cahahan’t!”

The younger blonde just giggled in amusement, trying her absolute best to keep herself composed and not lightly poke fun at the other’s helpless hysterics, “You caaaaan’t~? Can’t whaaaaaat~?”

“M-Myhy GAHASH SAHAHALLY gehet ohoFF!” The elder cried.

“And why should I?” The light blue eyed preteen questioned, getting her hands out from her big brother’s underarm’s and pinning his arms up with one hand, letting the other teasingly wiggle over his stomach. 

Charlie’s eyes widened, nervous yet giddy cackles pouring out of his mouth, “WAHAHAIT!! SAHAL hic NAHA— snrt!! SIHIHIS PLAHAHEASE NAHAT THEHEHERE!!” 

“But why~?” The girl asked again.

“YOHOU snrt KNOHOW WHYHYHY!!”

“I don’t think I do~!” Sally hummed, tickling the other’s stomach mercilessly with one hand, “Care to explain, big bro~?”  

The yellow cladded boy’s eyes shot out of his sockets, his laugh duplicating in volume as his sister almost (almost) retracted from the sudden shriek, “D'aww…that tickle, Char-Bar?”

“WIHIHILL YOHOHOU SNRT SHUHUHUSH?!” The elder said as he flailed his arms around. “Nah, I’m good.” The shorter preteen smiled as she blew raspberries on the taller’s tummy.

The honey brown eyed kid threw his head back, happy tears starting to run down his face as he kicked his legs in the air desperately, “PLAHAHAHEASE!!!”

The older preteen layed limp on the bed as his hands flailed in the air, not being able to do anything else but just laugh his head off, “SAHAHALLY IHI— SNRT!! I-IHIHAH!!! IHI’M SNRT SNRT GEHEHETTING YOHOU SNRT BAHACK FOHOHOR HIC THIHIS!!” 

“Oh will you now~?” The younger said as she unpredictably switched from raspberries to nibbles in a matter of seconds. 

“GOOHOOD HIC GREHEHEIF!! SNRT AHAHAHALLY!!!”

The shorter preteen nibbled the other’s sides, using her free hand to tickle at the other’s ribs, “That’s my name~! Don’t wear it out~!”

“IHIHAT’S SAHAHA SNRT SOHO— SQUEAL!!”

“So whaaaaaat~?”

“SAHAHALLY!!!” The elder hiccuped, lightly hitting her arms. 

The younger blonde’s grin turned to a small genuine smile as her usually sad and closed off sibling turned to a giggly loud giggler(e) in a matter on seconds. 

Good ol Charlie Brown…

“AHAH— HIC!! IHI GAHAHIVE!! IHI HIC GIHIVE!!!” Charlie shouted, “NOHAH!!! NOHOHO SNRT SNRT MOHOHORE!!!” 

Sally just shrugged, going back to nibbling her older brother’s tummy as she lightly traced around his navel…

…Talk about ruthless.

“OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAY!!! ALRIGHT SNRT MHYHY GOHOD! J-JUHUHUST STHAHAP!!!” The elder sibling cried, “IHIHI’LL DO AHAHANYTHIHIHING!!”

“Aaaaaannyyyyythiiiiing~?”

“YEHEHES!! YES SNRT SNRT YEHES SNRT YEHES SNRT ANYTHING!!!” 

“Go to bed.” Sally said simply. 

“THAHAHAT’S WHAHAT I WAHAHAAS TRYING TO DO IHIN THEHEE FIRST PLACE!!!” The honey brown eyed preteen howled.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” The baby blue eyed girl sweetly mused, stopping her vicious and un-called for attack as she layed back down next to her sibling, “Communication is key when it comes to a relationship, Char-Char.”

“Dihihid Luhucy snrt give snrt yohohou thahat snrt advice?” Charlie Brown asked curiously. 

“Nah— you did. You can be pretty wise when you want to.” The girl exclaimed as she yawned, stretching slightly, “Well…sometimes…kinda…like 20% of the time.”

“Yeesh…what a way to build a guy up and then bring him down.” The older huffed, crossing his arms as he hugged his sister once again. Sally melted into the touch, resting her head on her big brother’s chest as she listened to his heartbeat, “Oh puh-lease. Y’know I love you.” She giggled. 

“Love you too, Sal…goodnight.” The taller mumbled sleepily.

“Goodnight!”

.   .   .

“Charlie are there infinite words?” The pink pajama girl randomly questioned, disturbing her brother’s peace and quiet (also called 'a good night’s sleep). 

“No, Ally…but there are infinite numbers!” The boy explained. 

“Well, if there is a word for every number, then there must be infinite words.” 

Oh good grief…

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[bluebunnysart]

Neru took me like 2 hours. I was out of practice and when I had to do the legs (the very first thing you do), I immediately got confused like, "Wait, isn't this too big??" so I had to revisit the tutorial to figure it out again lmao.

I wanted to finally do Neru for fun, so my favorite Triple Baka squad is now complete. Then I realized I could make them this blog's header, so I did a small photoshoot lol. It's not perfect in the slightest but that's what makes them so fitting. xD 🥰🥰

[chand-ki-priyatama]

Moon's Moonshine's Musings.... 🌙

And if I found a love I'd never let it go

I'll turn it into a poetry

It will live within the pages of my journal

It will live in my heart

A love which is breathtakingly gorgeous

And a love which is hauntingly beautiful....

~The poetess who lived within the pages of her journal -K.Y 💗

PS - this is me

[fandom-space-princess]

Title: "Today my grandmother is 94 and does not love me."

[file under: pseudo-autobiographical short fiction. things that are neither essays nor poems.]

“Call your grandmother,” my father says. Over the phone his voice is a flat buzz. “It’s her birthday.”

———

The last time I spoke to my grandmother, she asked me if I know what will happen to me after I die. I admitted uncertainty. This was the wrong answer. My grandmother’s devotion is unassailable — her devotion to her God, that is, to her religion. Uncertainty is foremost among the many things devotion cannot abide.

She told me I did not love my family. I had no idea how to respond.

———

“She’d love it”

———

I do not call my grandmother. I am trying to write a piece of science fiction, by which I mean that I am daydreaming about Venus: imagining lofted cities adrift in the Venusian troposphere, skittering away between clouds like daughters cut free of their families.

Science (noun): knowledge, especially that gained through experience. Fiction (noun): something invented by the imagination or feigned.

Venus is always accepting prayers. You can petition her for adoration, validation, for partners of every kind to know you with wanting hands and willing minds.

When my grandmother looks at me she sees a ghost of the person she wishes I had become. Here I stand, miserable revenant thing, un-woman, in the place where she expected a granddaughter to stand. She does not know me. I think perhaps she never has.

———

“if you’d call.”

———

If I didn’t love my family, wouldn’t I know it?

(Science: a girl is born with all the eggs she’ll ever have. My grandmother’s body knew me while I was only potential within her not-yet-daughter.)

Evangelicals love eggs, because they love nothing so much in other people as the potential for them to become what the evangelical wants them to be.

Potential is what you call uncertainty when it wears its Sunday best. Genetic destiny is what you call the gifts you inherit from your grandmother: broad hips and the ability to carry a grudge, predisposition to diabetes and the inability to hold a single civil conversation with your distaff relatives.

I talk to my grandmother like I talk to god, which is to say: mostly in my head. Because I am trying to cultivate kindness of spirit, and given that an inclination to forgiveness was not among her heritable traits, I also pray that no one is listening. ———

My father tells me to call my mother’s mother. On this same subject, my own mother is silent.

———

(Fiction: one day, my family might know me for who I am, and find this person worthy.)

The heat, the pressure — to stand on the surface of Venus would destroy a person utterly. Science tells us that once, the goddess’ world may have had an atmosphere very like our own, before a runaway greenhouse effect rendered her planet uninhabitable to life in the forms we understand. My grandmother does not believe in climate change, but she does believe that the path I have taken through life has ruined me.

Someday soon I will ask a doctor to reach into my body and excise my own womb. I will complete the divorce from potential I began on the day I started to become my own person (on the day I was born). I am motherland to no one: I will bear no daughters.

———

My grandmother asks me if I love my family. I hand her a page torn from a Bible, on which every word is crossed out save “begot.”

[daemon-in-my-head]

Based on my latest post I'm overjoyed that my moots (whether or not tumblr officially recognises them thx sideblog doing sideblog sht) and those who randonly stumble upon my shit are objectively some of the greatest people.

I love this weird corner I found myself in and the general mindset and views on things.

And I may be too scared nd socially awkward to approach anyone directly but be assured I'm on the sidelines rooting for folks in a very cutesy, very demure manner and y'all should feel loved.

[bonecuisine]

Railao doodle because I have nothing better to do.