#oh yeah bby

[mjtheartist04]

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!🇲🇽✨

¡Feliz Mes de la Herencia Hispana!

[mywitchcultblr]

lmao im blocked by some obikin acc here i think my insane post about bottom obi wan finally catch up and im known, prepare for more insanity WITH MILK AND BOOBIE, I am an unapologetIc insane bitch xD

[malestarmari]

werewolf gf

snarling and clawing your way into my heart. obsessed. lets go demolish capitalism

i made a uquiz to find out what kind of gf you are

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 257

Now Danny loves space. He loves everything about it, to the point his core quite literally is space. And he’s also a baby ghost, even if he could argue he’s not in human form. But see, being baby has an honestly great consequence once it’s noticed- despite the Observants’ best attempts at hiding it, the assholes. 

Of course he would be far more worried- and even a bit pissed- if his caretaker wasn’t who it was. Look, he’d never met Clockwork’s siblings before, but apparently everyone was really against Clockwork himself adopting. 

But Clockwork as his uncle is fine. Besides, his caretaker is Space! Space itself is holding him, cooing gentle words in the sounds of the very cosmos. And they’re huge, like parts of their body going through portals so they can fit outside Long-Now sized big- and apparently Clockwork can get just as big and they can get even bigger- 

Okay, he needs to take a breath- even if he doesn’t need to breathe- to stop his squealing because holy Realms this is so cool. 

Space is awesome! And he’s getting so much more rest than he did in Amity- and even if Space sort of shrugged at the idea of school at first, they did help him set up online schooling. So there’s that, and it’s just the start! 

He gets to learn so much about space and it’s honestly kind of… nice? To be taken care of? And he can do whatever he needs for his Core and Obsession with only a few interruptions to take care of his living needs. Erm, sort of living needs? 

But even that gets turned into a bit of play or even a lesson too! He’s honestly having such a good time right now! He’s learning so much about spaaace! And dimensions! And interdimensional portals and- oops! No one saw that. 

Ahem- But he’s learning so much about space and getting to explore other dimensions with Cosmos! And sure he no longer looks as human as he once did and all that, but he’s seen so many people who also don’t look human that does it really matter? 

Of course it doesn’t, and he matches his sort-of-dad! Even though the streaks of color in their hair are more of a brown-red like they’re literally bleeding out the cosmos around them instead of it fading to void and space like his own. But still! They match and it’s fun! 

And they’re going to go on another trip from the in-between to one of the dimension realities! He’s going to start a game of tag this time he thinks! But no cheating with portals or bending space! Tag! 

Look, the Justice League? Not paid enough for this. In fact, technically not paid at all due to being volunteers (not that it stopped them from finding money in their accounts) but still. 

There is some sort of figure… being… thing… zooming around the asteroid belt, about the size of Earth itself. Let them repeat themselves. A planet-sized creature (are those hands or paws? Tail or simply its body stretching? Hair or the Abyss-) is currently darting around the asteroid belt like a child running through grass. 

That is, without noticing or caring if something bug-sized might be crushed. And they are very much bug sized, as the governments are concerned about. Like really concerned about. Like talking about trying to nuke the entity if it wanders closer sort of concerned. 

Which they are all very concerned and very much like, against. Because it isn’t seeming to notice the asteroids it’s knocking into their area. It’s like… not a space whale or eel or anything like that but also is something like that. 

And they would also maybe like to see if they can attempt to talk it down first maybe and-

oh. 

Oh. 

That creature is the baby. And mama just arrived, stretching across the entire galaxy, from them to Pluto and beyond, like something took the cosmos and shaped it like clay into some sort of form. Like reality itself has wandered into their galaxy with what they are suddenly realizing must be a very young child. 

Shit, they really have to make sure no one tries to piss either of these things off-

[meteortrails]

law and luffy are just like. what if I saw you at the peak of your miracle working competence, and then the literal next time I saw you it was at your most isolated and broken. and what if that moment of seeing you alone and grieving and terrified was the moment where I decided you were someone worth keeping, someone who I personally cared about and wanted around. how does that not make you wanna lose your fucking mind.

and then the other thing on top of that which always gets me is the way that you can just so clearly see that neither of them has any idea how to fit this relationship into any preexisting context - Luffy calls him part of his crew, but law is the captain of his own crew and would clearly die before giving that up; law calls them allies but it is glaringly obvious that they care about each other in a way that goes beyond that. of course Luffy is generally a lot less bothered about this than law, who routinely wants to put his own head through a wall about it, but it’s just such a fun layer to their dynamic I think.

[rox-of-iu]

ayo guys guess what time it is again :)) 💜💜

spoiler warning for cultivate ch 41-46

hehe finally scrambled brain enough to be able to catch up and cultivate makes me go 🥰🥰😌🤗😊😊

cultivate of course by @neonghostcat beloved

[prodbyton]

permission to bounce on it sir…

[spinnysocks]

more tlg outlanders as memes

that last one is especially bc of this post hgfhfhg

i love doing these sm if you have any suggestions lemme know >:)

[coconut530]

BITTERSWEET REUNIONS

[anothermonikan]

feeling very objectum tonight. hello objectums. I love you

[sage-nebula]

Notes: One last little piece written for Wholesome Brothers Wednesday in the server I'm in, to soothe my own hurt feelings over my Tails figure arriving in the mail broken. ;_; Once again from a potential novelization of Sonic 2, though a little bit earlier in the timeline than the previous piece: this is the one in which names are exchanged, taking place about a day after they met.

Once again, Sonic is eleven, Tails is four.

- - -

Miles had never seen so many robots in his life.

That wasn’t saying much, he supposed, as he watched the blue hedgehog bust open another . . . motobug, he thought the hedgehog had called it. The casing snapped apart with a loud crack, and a ricky tumbled out onto the grass, dazed but otherwise unharmed. The hedgehog paused just long enough to make sure the ricky could sit upright before he took off again; Miles lingered behind just long enough to pick the ricky up and place it on a tree branch.

“Make sure to find a good hiding place, okay?” he said, and rubbed his finger atop the ricky’s head. “Just in case Dr Robuttnik comes back.”

The ricky stared at Miles with wide eyes before it turned and bolted higher up the tree. That was okay; Miles thought it understood what he was saying anyway.

With the ricky safe, Miles took off after the hedgehog again. By this point the hedgehog was a little blue dot amidst the sweeping grass of Emerald Hill’s landscape, but he was still easy to spot. With a whirl of his tails Miles took to the air, flying high above a monkey robot hiding in another tree’s leaves. Up ahead, the hedgehog sped along a corkscrew, running so fast he was able to stay on even as he ran on the underside of it, something Miles had never seen anyone do.

He was so cool! 

The hedgehog cleared the other side with an exhilarated cheer, and came to a hard stop on the grass. He spun on the ball of his foot so that he could look back the way he just came. Miles was just halfway over the corkscrew now, and starting to feel a little tired—but he wasn’t about to say that, not when the hedgehog had just done something so cool and was grinning so wide because he knew it.

Miles grinned back and flashed a thumbs-up—and then froze as something buzzed loud behind him.

The hedgehog’s grin was gone; his lips tugged down in a harsh frown, his eyes narrowed as he shifted his stance to run again. Any panic Miles might’ve felt at the idea that he had done something to upset him was dwarfed by the panic he felt at the ferocious buzzing behind him, and he whirled around to find himself staring right in the eyes of a giant bee robot.

Miles couldn’t help it—he screamed. Loud. And smashed the sole of his shoe right into the bee robot’s abdomen.

The bee robot crashed into the corkscrew hard enough to break apart; screws and springs and metal casing went flying in every direction as a dazed flicky was thrown free. The hedgehog crossed the corkscrew quickly enough to catch the flicky in cupped hands, and set the flicky down on the other side so that it could take a moment to recover in the grass. Miles flew over to join them, and as he landed, the hedgehog looked up at him with another wide grin.

“Good one, Tails! You showed that buzz bomber who’s boss.”

Miles blinked; surprise hit him hard enough that he forgot to keep his tails spinning, and he landed on the grass with a stumble. “‘Tails?’”

The hedgehog stepped back from the still-recovering flicky. His grin didn’t vanish, but he almost looked a little . . . nervous? . . . as he scratched the side of his nose.

“Well, yeah,” he said. “I don’t know what else to call you, and you’ve got two, so . . .” He shrugged.

A familiar sense of self-conscious embarrassment washed over Miles, and he clutched his tails to his chest. When he held them like this, they almost looked like one big tail. But as quickly as the sensation came, it faded. When he’d caught up to the hedgehog for the first time a day ago, to say thank you for the way he had helped Miles with the bullies, he had expressed shock at the fact that—well, first at the fact that Miles had been able to catch up to him, but then at the fact that Miles could fly. He was the first person Miles could remember who didn’t think his tails were weird or gross. He had said they were cool.

Miles let his arms fall, his tails swooping back behind him again. This hedgehog—this super cool, super fast hero—thought his tails were cool, so when he called him Tails . . .

“But if you don’t like that, that’s fine,” the hedgehog said, his tone as casual as his stance. “I just need something to call you, so—”

“No, it’s okay!” Miles said, and he spun his tails a little so he could lift up on his tip-toes. “You can call me Tails. It’s like a—like a nickname, right?” 

A nickname like what friends gave each other, from what he’d observed from other kids in the village. Not that he would go so far as to say the hedgehog saw Miles as a friend—he could only be so lucky—but he at least didn’t see him as a freak, and that was good enough.

The hedgehog laughed. “Yeah, exactly. And my name’s Sonic.”

It took only a second for Miles to remember where he’d heard that word before. “Because you’re fast?” he asked, and before Sonic could answer, added, “Because—because I read in a book that when mil’tary planes go really fast—” he made whoosh motion with his hand, like how he imagined a plane would look, “—they can make shock waves called sonic booms. But that only happens when they go really fast. Faster than the speed of sound.”

Sonic pressed his lips together tightly, his cheeks puffed. It looked like how other kids in the village looked when they were trying not to laugh, but unlike them, Sonic’s eyes weren’t mean. 

When his held back laughter subsided, Sonic said, “Kind of. I’m definitely fast, and Sonic means speed, but I wasn’t named after sonic booms.” He paused, then said with a wink, “Sonic booms were named after me.”

Miles’ eyes widened. “Really?”

Sonic nodded, the very picture of confidence. “Really.”

“That’s so cool!” This time the swift spin of his tails lifted him right off the ground, and Miles felt like he could fly higher than ever as Sonic laughed. “Wow, I hope I could have something cool named after me someday.”

Sonic shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe you will.” 

“You think so?”

“Sure, why not? Stick with me, and anything could happen.” Sonic paused, and flashed Tails another daring grin. “So long as you can keep up, of course!”

With that, he was off, blazing his path back across the corkscrew. His fatigue all but forgotten, Miles—no, Tails took off after, zipping along through the air behind him.

[holicanth]

Love is just a thing that others do -

We are not strangers to this concept.

Every night you leave your marks on my skin,

So that when morning comes, I can reciprocate your love with a kiss on the battlefield.

[poisoned-pearls]

Everyone’s here now!! these are my twst fankids! From left to right there is: Vivienne Schoenheit (rookvil), Faraja Kingscholar (leona), Ellie Felmier (epeldeuce), Samir Al-Asim (silkali), Nami Ashengrotto (Jamiazu), Neo Shroud (Idikei) Emil Schoenheit (rookvil), Tamaki Leech (treyjade), Mallerie Draconia (Malleyuu), and Malick (malleyuu)

[misstoodles]

About a month ago:

“I haven’t touched Star Wars in forever but I always enjoyed the animations. That Bad Batch show just had it’s finale so I’ll just binge it for fun :D.”

*Suddenly remembers ALL of the Clone Wars due to hyper-fixation*

What if I went insane? What then? 🙂

[signed-sapphire]

7 year difference

Keep at it, and your skills will improve

[wxrpdemoness]

Yvonne made herself comfortable on the hay cot covered in various animal skins. Well, she hoped they were from animals. Her black dress morphed into a night gown that hugged her curves. She was about to call it a day until she heard a loud knocking at the door.

“ …. Who’s there? “

“ GREETINGS-HI-HELLO ABOMINABLE WITCH-THING! I am Rizzit Fellbite! Great-Mighty ruler of Clan Skryre sent me here-here to deliver-supply you DISGUSTING-PUTRID sweet-things from the surface. “

“ … “ She scrambles out of bed and treads cautiously towards the door. Yvonne opens it just a crack and peeked through it. “ … He did? “

“ YES-YES!!! BEHOLD WITCH-THING!! NASTY-VILE round sweet-things freshly STOLEN-TAKEN from weak man-thing settlement! “ Rizzit shrieked, handing her the small cloth bag of cookies.

Yvonne opened and accepted the gift. “ Thank you. That’s very kind of him. And thank you for coming all this way to deliver it for him. Oh! My name is Yvonne. “ she puts her hand out. “ Pleasure to meet you Rizzit. “

Rizzit flinched away from Yvonne, thinking she was going to strike him. She missed. Thank the Horned one this witch-thing has poor aim. Nevertheless, Rizzit and every other warlock, clan rat, and slave in Clan Skryre are under strict orders not to touch Yvonne. “ Put paw-claw down witch-thing! Rizzit doesn’t want to get ZAP ZAPPED! “ he panicked.

“ …. “ Yvonne puts her hand down, immediately noticed that his tail is shaking. “ Oh you poor thing. Are you cold? Here. I have just the thing. Wait here! “ she closes the door for a moment.

Rizzit started to twitch violent. Did he do something wrong? Is he going to get punished? He let out an ear-splitting shriek when she opened the door. “ MERCY WITCH-THING!!! “

“ Hold still. And lift up your tail. “ she ordered.

Rizzit knew he shouldn’t have accepted this job from Morskittar. He closed his eyes and lifts up his tail, awaiting the inevitable.

Yvonne slipped the baby blue knitted tube like creation onto his tail. “ There! It’s a tail-warmer. I made it myself. Blue is definitely your color. It looks perfect on you. I hope this will keep you warm. Again, thank you so much for delivering these cookies to me. Bless your heart. “ She grabs the door handle and gives him a wave. “ Give Morskittar my regards okay? And feel free to drop by anytime for some tea. Have a good night Rizzit. Ta-ta~ “ She closes the door.

Rizzit was dumb-founded. This witch-thing was mad like the Skull-Mumbler from Clan Morrs. Although, his tail isn’t freezing anymore. Maybe he will come back for some tea. When nobody is looking, of course.