#not that it'll stop me XD

[idiotdriftinginspace]

Felt inspired to make some fluff or the TF One gang

I desperately need an AU where all the OG 13 Primes live. I haven't seen anything big and so with my limited time and inspired by like 3 posts, max 4, I have daydreamed an AU with sismilar premise to this meme XD, that I REALLY hope to turn into a comic (HA good luck to me ig-) by the end of this year XD

I apparently live by the "Go big or go home" phrase and I like to go big way to much XD

bonus: other primes reacting

Part 2:TBA

close ups and no text version V

and the whole thing

[nixie-deangel]

@redfurrycat okay but cute little B&B run by Jake and his sisters, that Bradley goes to because it's hosting the wedding of his long time and best friend -and PR agent- Natasha to Javy, who is besties with the Seresins', so they insisted on hosting his small wedding on their property. It's very much a meet cute.

There are several single cabins and family cabins around the property, besides the main house (which will host the Seresins and a few immediate family members. Bradley is gifted a single cabin that is sort of close to the main house but also separate enough he can feel like he's not under the eye of the public.

Only the cabin Bradley is "gifted" actually one of their older ones, with several issues that must be attended to promptly. which brings Jake the "handyman" into Bradley's life. Who is quite literally Bradley's walking wet dream. It's instantly lust at first sight for them both.

And slowly over time it turns to love.

[capn-twitchery]

twitch makes 1000x more sense when i remember they only got out of the cage gardens like. 5< years ago. they do not have 40 years of life experiences. they still have to fuck around and find out

they're at the equivalent stage of when you just Did Shit as a kid to see what happens bc you don't know what happens yet. the stage where you should be gently guided to not stick your fingers into electrical outlets. except twitch is an adult so nobody is stopping them

[thehusbandoden]

Just caught up with your poetry @vawilcox. You are an amazing poet my dearest friend, as your number one support in every and anything...

I'm gonna bite your toes off if you ever stop writing. You've been warned.

[hirazuki]

Something interesting that I recently realized is that I will use several names interchangeably for my best Tolkien boi -- usually it has to do with context; "Mairon" if I'm talking about my interpretation of him, "Sauron" if I'm talking strictly about the canon text or with someone who is unfamiliar with lore beyond LotR/movies, "Annatar" or "Zigur" if referring to specific time periods of his life, etc. --

but Melkor is Melkor.

I have never once in my whole life called him Morgoth. There's like a physical block there when I try, the word just feels so wrong, it looks so unnatural to me to even type it out. I'll force myself for tagging purposes or if I'm writing fic from a non-Melkor sympathetic perspective, but to me? He's just Melkor. I cannot picture him as anything else.

[rosetintedgunman]

jim (either one in particular or them as a team!) + electric type?

Send me ANY M.arkiplier C.inematic Universe and a type, and I'll make them a team and be a nerd about it! (Accepting)

Not saying that I am a genius, but I am genius for this one.

I imagine Reporter Jim and Cameraman Jim as a doubles team, where they have three Pokemon each.

Naturally, paying homage to the joke of infinite Jims, the twins use Pika-clones (but not the Pikachu line). The first three - underlined in blue - are the reporter's, and are the more offensive. The second three - underlined in green - are the cameraman's, and play more supportive roles.

Plusle and Minun are obvious for their ability and theme, but did you know Dedenne also gets Plus as an ability? Pawmot is a proper fighter, and the Revival Blessing can add a 'breaking news' style twist to a battle. Pachirisu is great for being a distraction and disruptor. After all, one was used to win the Worlds Championship a few years ago! Morpeko has two 'modes', possibly reflecting how Cameraman Jim is more shy compared to his brother, and how the potential for being more outgoing is under the surface somewhat. Compared to the rest of his team, this could be considered a 'wild card'.

[weirdnerdygoat]

my girlfriend officially knows my tumblr now, so she'll know about my alterhumanity very soon XD

If you're reading this like 1) you're really amazing 2) if you have any questions about stuff feel free to ask me! It'll be nice to have someone irl know

Like this is as good a way to tell you as any, i identify as a ✨feral goat✨ and it's very complicated:3 most of my goat stuff is on my alterhuman blog, which is linked in my introduction thingy and liiiike yeah feel free to ask any questions XD

[syrinq]

must a girlblogger always visualise her ifunny images from the brain by her goddamn self

[dredshirtroberts]

me: completes a drawing it's taken me 3 weeks to get through also me: has at least one ongoing fiber art project and several writing projects

my brain: WE SHOULD MAKE BRAND NEW THINGS WITH THE YARN YOU WEREN'T GOING TO TOUCH UNTIL YOU FINISHED YOUR CURRENT PROJECTS.

me: can't argue with that

[theaccursedninth]

@mafiarebelled wishes to face the Accursed.

Malekith froze. Someone was following him. He could hear it, the delicate tap tap of feet against softened earth. Almost inaudible to the human ear (at least those prone to distraction) but he wasn't quite human now, was he? Far from it, although since regenerating, it was difficult to tell at a glance. At least, so he'd learned from living among them for the past couple of years. How mind-numbingly simple they were. He'd forgotten how much.

The Accursed's step slowed to a halt. He slid his hand into his lapel. Then, just as suddenly, he leaped back, brandishing a knife that glistened white under the moon.

"Who are you," he growled, dark eyes staring at a silhouetted figure. "Answer me, and I may yet spare your life."

[godzexperiment]

okay but not me thinking about how angelic family events could never be organized/happen (but if they did- the sheer chaos? bickering and that not an single game wouldn't result in major competitive behavior etc) and like nix either just like *sigh* or like : ) what if we played monopoly i for one want to see how disastrous it would be

[luimagines]

Maybe a scenario where the chain is female hero's Era and they meet her era's link which is her little brother of like 6 and she confesses that the quest was actually for him.

LITTLE LINK!?!!?!?!? MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY SON!?!? ABSOLUTELY!!!! XD

Everybody get ready for more Lucky. I will never have enough of this boy. ^.^*

Side note: Reader is written as Gender Neutral per the rules of the blog, but this isn't really about them anyway. :D

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

"Just a little closer." You say under your breath as you push aside the surrounding foliage. You step into a well beaten path. there's roots sticking out of it and the dirt is bare and dry, but you know that it's safe to travel along and that it'll take you straight to your destination.

"We've been walking for hours." Legend groans. "Are we there yet?"

"Almost." You hold the branch open for the others to pass through.

"This Link of yours must be a pain in neck to get to if his lives this far out into the middle of nowhere." Hyrule spits out a leaf.

You snort, keeping it vague for the sake of keeping him safe. They'll know the truth soon enough and frankly, you're scared to see the aftermath. "It's just up the path."

"Finally!"

"Come on! Let's go!" Wind cheers and takes off running, following swiftly by Wild, Wolfie and Four.

You try to keep a leisurely pace, knowing you're going to need all the energy you can reserve for when you arrive. You want to run just as much as the others, but you know better.

Time seems to have caught on and gently smacks your shoulder. "You never said how you happened to meet him."

"I didn't?" You smile, playing it coy. "Strange."

"This is it?" Four asks with a skeptical look.

Just beyond the hill is a run down cottage. There's holes in the roof and the fence is broken in many areas. The forest and meadows around it are about to over take the small house and return the woods of its skeleton back to where they came from.

You try to hold back a bitter smile and the way your heart swells at the familiar sight. You pat Four on the shoulder and keep walking towards the cottage. Putting your fingers to your mouth, you let out a shrill whistle and keep walking.

A beat passes, setting the young men behind you on edge before the door of the cottage all but bursts open. You can feel some of the boys reach for their weapons but they hesitate when you start hollering in excitement.

Your calls are answered back by a small body that comes running out of the cottage at full speed. It comes out like a shot and b-lines for you with the intent to tackle. You catch the familiar mop of blond hair and laugh, peppering the small boy with kisses and tickles.

The group behind you is stunned.

"Bubbah! You're home! You're home!" The child cries.

You smile, getting a little teary as you hold the child closer. "I get to stay for a little bit this time before I travel again. I wanted you to meet some friends of mine. They've been very excited to meet you."

The little boy looks over your shoulder and gasp, a bright grin covering his face. "New people! Hello! Welcome to my house!"

You set him down with a proud smile as he runs to the Chain. He stops in front of them, holding his hand out like the polite gentleman he's growing up to be. "My name is Link, what's yours?"

Twilight bites the bullet and kneels to his level, shaking his hand. "Why- My name is Link too! It's great to meet you!"

You sighs and look back to the house. Your grandmother must still be inside. Age has not been kind to her.

The introductions are going on behind as your brother gets more and more amused that they all share the same name. He laughs, bright and joyfully and still the child you've fought so hard to keep. "No wonder you wanted to meet me too!"

"Yeah.... That's why." Legend clenches his jaw in a tight smile. He catches it quickly, the mark of the Triforce of Courage already on his little hand. Legend points to his hand to show that he has the same mark. "You have that too?"

Link, your brother, nods and proudly shows it off. "Bubbah says it's because I'm special. They had to leave home after it showed up though. They saved me from the monsters and told me to take care of grandma."

"Then I'm sure you're doing an incredible job." Time says gently. "That mark is special. I'm sure your grandma is very proud."

Warrior makes it a point to step aside, roughly grabbing your arm as he speaks in a hushed voice. "What is the meaning of this?"

"This is my home." You try to keep the growl out of your voice. "Link is my brother."

"Tell me you're joking."

"I wouldn't be the one traveling with you if I was."

"Bubbah!" Link calls for your attention. "Can they stay for dinner?!"

You slap a grin onto your face and wave back to him. "That was the plan, short stack! You mind going to tell grandma we have company?"

"Oh yeah!" He grins and runs back to the house right as your grandmother has reached the door. She sees you and sighs of relief that you've returned safe and sound.

You wave from where you are and blow her a kiss. You try not to look at the other boys around you.

You can feel them staring holes into you head as it is.

This is going to be a long story.

[sagucpuppet]

painter x reader where they have both known eachother for a long time, reader goes to visit him (but having to obviously go through every door there lmao) and they hang out but for no reason, mid-conversation they lean over and kiss painters screen and continue talking like nothing happened and he's just overheating XD

(i love your painter work to death, please continue writing for him or it'll be my funeral tomorrow, please please please, keep writing it's amazing n beautiful PLEASE)

𓋜⠀⠀⠀i’d always knew i’d find you. <3⠀⠀⠀⠀⨟⠀⠀

ℓ⠀⠀⠀⠀₊⠀⠀⠀⠀extra: painter goes by he/him and reader goes by they/them.⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⟢⠀⠀⠀⠀a/n : CAN SOMEONE CHECK ON ANON FOR ME….YOU OKAY BRO.⠀⠀⠀⠀!

𓋜 ; you stumbled room from room, trying to make it to your friend painter. you were honestly SO. tired from hiding from the monsters you hoped to god that you were about to finally make it to heavy containment where painter was, speaking of him! you and painter has been buddies for awhile now! you always stop by to greet him and have a little chat and catch up on how he’s doing. you’re always worried for the guy whenever new expendables come in his room, he’s particularly violent to them most of the time, yelling at them to stay out of his room, you wished he wasn’t THAT…harsh on them though! but he’s particularly nice to you always, and on your runs the turrets never get in your way, not even good people! in honesty you were glad you didn’t have to deal with them..good people can be annoying sometimes..but you immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you realize you almost walked head first into the heavy containment door…wow..you should really pay attention..

𓋜 ; snapping out of your thoughts about hating good people, you searched for the purple keycard which was on a desk right next to you, cheerfully swiping it off the desk you put the card into the keycard reader which opened both to a heavy metal door, the number read “60” , you could’ve swore that last time you checked you were on door 40…well whatever! you quickly threw the purple keycard somewhere in the room having no need for it anymore. you quickly searched each room, but having no luck finding your buddy. you sighed sadly and went on to the next..and the next…ANDDD the next one…ANDDDD…the next one….pinching your nonexistent nose in annoyance since you still have your diving helmet on, you quickly realized and rolled your eyes, but blinked once you saw those server rooms you remembered you went through each run! you cracked a smile before walking over.

𓋜 ; the metal door quickly opened before you, letting you see the contents of the room, and spotting your buddy painter! painter then snap up as soon as he heard the door open, getting ready to say a sassy remark to the next expendable, before he realized it was you! painter’s screen switched to an annoyed face to a happy one! he quickly said “ooohhh!! reader your back again!” painter said cheerfully, you smiled before taking off your diving helmet and setting it down on a nearby desk, you said “hey painter! how have you been doing?” you said gleefully before strolling over to him, painter happily responded talking about his day, you listening carefully and nodding, times like these are the best thing ever, just enjoying each other’s company and talking about anything and everything.

𓋜 ; you asked about his paintings, and he gleefully starting telling you on every piece he was working on, sometimes stumbling over his words for a moment trying to tell you every detail! you don’t mind him rambling at all! it’s almost endearing in a way…you thought of something for a moment, smiling mischievously, “oh and! about that one art piece i was making for— “ you leaned down and kissed his screen, painter stopped talking and it was almost like his screen was lagging, but you started gushing over happily about his paintings and skills, painter looked at you like he was the happiest computer in the world, he could feel his systems overheating quite a lot…by the minute..he only said “whaa…—“ before shutting off, you quickly realized and you spoke “uhh..painter..?” , “PAINTER!” you yelled before running over to him.

A/N : can’t let a fellow painter fan die🔥🔥🔥

[mewtwoandme]

A bit of an update/mini announcement. My grandmother's situation has been looking up. We're gradually getting things in order and this whole ordeal should be straightened out soon. It's greatly taken a lot out of me this past month though, but I've been resting a lot recently cause now we're just biding our time until our court date in October. My motivation has still been very much absent, but I'd love to get the creative juices flowing again in some way.

So here's my mini announcement: I'm thinking about doing a game with ya'll. Something similar to the ones where you get to ask the characters questions, but instead, it'll be with prompts! I'll come up with a list of prompts for ya'll to choose from, and I draw a one-shot for whatever activity you'd like to see my characters do! I also think I'd be fun to do a fall/autumn theme with it being around the corner, and rather than setting a time limit, this will be an ongoing... "event" I guess we'll call it, for the fall season (or just until I decide to stop, depending on how I feel). So if someone were to pick, for example: 🎃-Carve Pumpkins, I'll draw a one-shot of the mewtwo fam making jack-o-lanterns XD

So let me know if that'd be something you'd be interested in ^^

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Indefinite hiatus

I was toying with writing up a long post about what running this blog has meant to me over the years and why I'm stepping away for the foreseeable future, but that feels too dramatic for what's really just me saying "I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year". So, I'll just say I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year.

Okay, actually I have a bunch more to say, but it'll be under the cut.

Politics sucks. And paying attention to it, even in the reduced way I've been paying attention to it over the last few years, is hard. You end up spending so much of your supposedly free time thinking about things you can't change, getting mad about things you can't change, and getting depressed when the people who can change things just keep going in the wrong direction. Even when good things happen, it's just a matter of a few days before something bad happens once again. And vice versa. It's an endless cycle of hope, despair, resignation. Rinse and repeat, and triple speed that cycle during an election year. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of spending every other year worried about what's going to happen on one day in November. I'm tired of hearing a piece of news and automatically composing a post about it or running through 20 different responses I might give to asks I might get about it in my head.

Everyone I know who doesn't pay attention to politics (or at least doesn't run a social media page dedicated to it) seems to enjoy their live a lot more than I currently do. Which sounds way more dramatic than what's actually going on, which is mainly that I want to get to a place where I just don't care. I want the world and its problems to flow off my back instead of weighing it down. I want to stop thinking about what people on the internet might say about something I haven't even posted yet. And that can't happen while I'm tied to this blog. So I'll be staying away from it for at least the rest of the year.

I did have a good time with this blog. I've met a bunch of really awesome people, some who are sadly no longer with us (RIP Blue), and some who I think will carry on the "fight" way better than I ever did. This isn't an admission of defeat, or pessimism about the election. Even if Trump wins, and I truly think he will if we have a fair election, I still won't be back this year. But I'll still vote and I'll still be proud that my silly little tumblr blog had an impact on some people's lives. I may not have the reach of a Tucker Carlson or a Glenn Beck, but I've gotten a lot of messages from people who said they changed their minds about an issue, or even politics in general, because of things I said, and that counts for something. If you guys take anything away from me, I want it to be this: Even the smallest impact matters. It doesn't matter if you only ever reach one person and then stop, reaching that one person is enough. Changing one vote is enough. Changing one mind is enough.

To all my mutuals, you guys are the best. I truly hope you have wonderful lives and I'm sad I won't get to see your names on my dash everyday anymore. To anyone I've ever followed or reblogged from, I couldn't have had a blog without you, so thank you. Yes, even the leftiod psychos, XD. To everyone else, find your own balance and never give into despair and never listen to people who tell you not to try. Even a failed effort is still more meaningful than sitting back and mocking people for trying to improve even the smallest thing about themselves or the world around them.

I won't be logging back in after I post this, so any messages or asks you send, I won't see. I'll still be active (or as active as I ever am) in my discord, so feel free to join there if you want to. It should still be my pinned post, but if it isn't, I'll edit this with a new invite link.

And that's all I've got to say for now.

[cheezeybread]

Jamil with a boyfriend who keeps stealing his stuff. Hoodie? Gone. Basketball jearsey? Play without it. Hair tie? Thats why we have spares.

Even better that said boyfriend always leaves his own clothes behind for Jamil to wear instead (they wear similar sizes).

Rip Jamil, this is why we can't have nothing nice! XD

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐏

◇─◇──◇─◇

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

He thought it was kind of cute, at first. Once he got over his original thought of it being petty theft- reminding himself that this sort of thing was to be expected in relationships

But then, as it went on, he got a little miffed that his stuff kept disappearing

But then it was cute again! Especially once you started leaving your own stuff for him to wear.

It's hilarious if the two of you have obviously different styles. EVERYONE in school knows who's dating who, simply because your clothes are on Jamil...and you're wearing a Scarabia uniform- then Jamil's jersey- and now you're wearing one of his sleeveless hoodies?? Where are you even getting all of this stuff??

Floyd teases Jamil about it to NO end in basketball practice (Well, to no end until he gets bored) "Aww, shrimpy stole your jersey again? Maybe I should start calling him 'Sea Gull', since he's being a little thief, hey?"

Ace quite literally does not stop with the comments on it "Wow, Jamil, if your boyfriend has such an easy time taking your stuff, it shouldn't be too hard for me to steal the ball from you, right?"

Despite all the teasing, any annoyance that Jamil feels goes away as soon as he sees you wearing his clothes.

It's the highlight of his day!

It'll get to the point where he'll just start laying out the clothes he wants to see you wearing the most, in hopes that you'll "steal" those ones from him.