#remembered i had to queue something

[front-facing-pokemon]

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

Apparently the official ones are fey centaur. That's why they're small, they're elf/pony instead of human/horse. They're strong and perceptive survivalist fey! I refuse to believe I need to explain what a centaur is, or the appeal. These had an 84% smash rate last time, and the only thing thats changed is being 6-7 feet (1.8-2.1 m) tall depending on species. They even have enough supernatural strength that they count as if they were a full sized horse for carrying capacity and such. So riding them is still on the table, it's just easier to reach the human half.

[theinfinitedivides]

every time i think about how Megan Thee Stallion is technically filed under the bisexual women category on Wikipedia but there's no mention of it in the article itself except something along the lines of 'she's continuously expressed interest in women :))))' a kind of incandescent rage fills me that i cannot even begin to describe. not even remotely this needs to stop

[crescentfool]

i really love the rivalry that forms between two e-liters on different teams in splatoon. something about this matchup is inherently fun to me; it's a very unique experience that comes from playing the weapon with the longest range in the game.

you're unreachable. you're a dominating presence, the anchor to keep your teammates afloat. the battlefield is yours to watch over. your laser sight line sees all, aiding your teammates from a place of safety.

even as you snipe the frontliners who challenge you and your teammates, there's always one person who remains. they're just like you. another who pressures the enemy from afar, intimidating those who dare to push further. they're always within your sight, as are you to them.

your teammates want them splatted. and so do you. the rivalry begins.

it's about the refusal to get in range of them. the refusal to give up the space you control to the other e-liter. the dedication to staying alive for your team.

in spite of all these reasons to live, there's an undeniable temptation to throw yourselves at them. to try and surprise them with your superior range in a way your teammates can't. it's the ego of believing that you can get a good shot at them.

and so it becomes a dance, with your pride on the line. a dance to stay out of range of the other, alternating shots at each other as you rotate around the map. peeking out of cover, jumping behind blocks at the chance to splat them. any minute now, they'll slip up.

but you know that it's not that easy. after all, they know your tricks, and practiced the same techniques themselves.

they've splatted you. it's a death more embarrassing than letting a frontliner slip into your perch unnoticed. you overstepped. and yet, you can't help but respect them. their aim was just better than yours in that moment.

you're back behind cover. you find an opening, and jump over the block to shoot your shot. you've splatted them. more than any other opponent, you've watched and studied their positioning like a hawk, all for this moment.

and the cycle begins again. (until you pick a different weapon on the weapon select screen.)

[kimtaegis]

haven’t had such a nice day in so long

[probablygayattorneys]

Cing deserved what happened to them for releasing a game in 2010 and expecting players to just know that in 1980 you could use an answering machine to play a record tape.

[shepards-folly]

DEATH OF THE EGO

[mischiefmodig]

Old Prompt \ / @dancingxflames \ / not accepting

A vivid memory

He was so young when it happened. When the entire world that he knew shattered all around him, leaving him with broken pieces that still cut him to this day. He couldn't have been much older than 540 (though to most humans he would have appeared 13).

All of his upbringing there was always a singular truth. That he was a son of Odin, and that meant that just as his brother had so too would Loki have the All-Force. A power passed down from the first Aesir, Buri. A sign of the royal heritage, each wielder is completely unique in the power's manifestation.

Thor's power was obvious enough, even at birth there was no doubt that Thor was a descendant of such a rich history. Loki's path, however, was not so clear. Certainly, he had affinities for sorcery with what little his mother had shown to him. But Loki knew there was more- he was promised that there would be more.

He was simply a "late bloomer" as they called it. Yes, his health was not great when he was younger but that did not mean he could not ever get stronger. For hundreds of years, he had contented himself with sorcery. He read every book, every scroll, every piece of knowledge about the All-Force. Hungry for the understanding of why his took so long to manifest.

Thor had done his best to aid. He would help Loki find information, and ask questions of father, as much as Loki studied Thor and all of the facets he possessed. But there was always the question: why did Loki have none?

Loki's hope was fading as more questions were left unanswered, or worse in the fog of uncertainty. It wasn't until Loki had overheard a conversation between Mother and Thor that thee truth began to settle upon him.

In a last desperate battle to make himself worthy of the legacy of his family, he fled to the forest where he would throw himself into battle - for there was another truth to be observed. The all-force did not let it's wielder die so easily. A storm had begun, soaking the earth beneath his feet. But no wind could stop him. No thunder would scare him from what he had to do.

He couldn't be this. He couldn't be broken - a failure of a son, the weakest link in his family's chain. He was a son of Odin too, so why was he the one born wrong?

But the storm did stop him. Before Loki could finish the fight he had begun, his target was defeated by the other aesir. Thor snatched Loki away. They fought in the mud and bushes as the storm continued to rage on. But Loki was weary from flight, and injured from the fight before hand. All Thor had to do was pin Loki down enough to get him to stop. The brother begged the younger to cease this madness. Among this, something died inside of Loki.

He was broken. He was weak.

Nearly everything was a blur to him in his mind. But he always remembered what it felt like to be helpless to his own nature, and when he decided he would never let that happen again.

[vastiitas]

Thinking abt cole's way of watchfulness,,, its progression and origins,,, the way it is embedded so deep into his behavior that it's subconscious,

[forbiddcnsirvn]

instagram » DEVILSERPENT uploaded a new photo.

DEVILSERPENT: 

There’s never really a rulebook on how to wish a happy birthday to a person who’s lived nine lives in one, but here goes. Cyrek, you’re one hell of a puzzle. When we started, it was like trying to defuse a bomb that could laugh — a lot of cursing, a ton of shouting, and wondering if we’d lose a hand. But hell, what a ride it’s been. Reflecting on where we started — a chaos of arguments and clash of wills — it’s almost surreal to see where we are now. Back then, I was more a walking weapon than a person, a life more of commands and missions than choices and freedom. You changed that. You didn’t just crash into my life; you blew the damn doors off. You saved me from a life where I was nothing more than a tool, a puppet. With you, I found a life where I could be more, where I could be me, even if it’s a version that scares the hell out of some. You gave me freedom, a voice, and a choice. Without you, I’d still be that puppet, a shadow of someone else’s making. You broke those strings, brought me out of that darkness, and showed me what real freedom and real life could be. 

And as a father? You’re not the kind they write about in parenting books, and thank the bloody fuck for that. You’re the dad who’s showing our kids how to be fiercely themselves. You’ve got a past, we both do, but you’re showing them — and me — every day that it doesn’t define us. You teach them to stand tall, to face the world with all its bullshit, and to never back down. You’re the dad they need, the one who understands struggle, survival, and strength. Married life with you has been a rollercoaster, and it was the best fucking decision I had ever made. One I’d line up for again and again. Despite the turbulence, the ups and downs, I’d say “I do” every damn time. You’ve been my partner in crime, my fellow warrior in this messed-up world. You’re the one constant in my ever-changing universe, and damn, I’m lucky to have you. The Bastards are bloody lucky to have you keeping them and their shite’s together, no matter what your brain tells you, you’ve done a lot of shite that helped a lot of people. Wounded as you might be by the unfairness that I still fucking wish I could mend, you are a savior. To say that I’m also proud would be an understatement. 

Happy birthday, Cyrek. You mean to me more than anything that has ever existed in my life. Know that without you I’d be so damn buried in shite I would never crawl myself out of. Heck, I don’t think I’d even be here still, at all. I want more years with you. More birthdays, more screaming, and more fucking in places we shouldn’t. More importantly, more of your heart, as I want to cradle it forever and breathe life to it as much as you breathe mine. I love you. Endlessly. Through storms and beyond. 

ps: Packing your presents ;)

@nxnbinarydracvla

[front-facing-pokemon]

[monty-glasses-roxy]

In light of the apparent strike happening, I'll reblog some Palestine stuff here and move the art reblogs from the queue into my drafts to be queued again afterwards. Any asks I get between now and the end of the strike will be put aside till then as well.

So I'll see you all in a week!

[lofe-arts]

Inky Cap Mushroom for Funguary 2022.

This is probably my least successful of the Funguary lot, at least by my personal standards. Interestingly, this is very very much harkening back to how I used to draw when I was first really getting in to drawing and first on Deviantart (when that was all the rage and *glomps you* was 90% of comment conversations). WHICH WAS 18 YEARS AGO.

Anyways I went and found my old profile there just to give you guys the comparison:

Long, long mAAaaaan.

[whitedahlia13]

I just saw a gif of why she left him and I would really love it if you wrote a fix it fic fixing this whole mess and stydia actually communicating like real adults and sorting things out instead of her just leaving him high and dry without a proper explanation like I fear she did.

Aww...thanks for your interest in my writing💕That's always nice to hear. I partially answered your question here, but I’ll elaborate a bit.

I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult to write a fix-it for Stydia. From what I've heard, Lydia made a rash decision. And, while I find it impossible to accept that Lydia Martin—the person whose love pulled Stiles back from death and an alternate dimension—would actually believe that leaving him is the way to save his life, I can see why she might not be thinking clearly. The bottom line is, there was obviously no loss of love between them (as if there ever could be).

Still, I would feel uncomfortable writing a reaction fic to a piece of media I didn't see. Most of all, writing a fix-it would be like recognizing the movie as canon, and I wholeheartedly do not. Stydia are together and happy. Nothing can change my mind about that.

[void-kissed]

Does anyone mind if I post *checks drafts* 21 info posts in rather rapid succession

[arklay]

WIP TITLE MEME.

tagged by @prometheas @denerims @faarkas & @aartyom to do this – thank you all so so much ily guys! ♡

tagging: @aelyosos @brujah @cultistbase @florbelles @girlbosselrond @indorilnerevarine @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @malefiicarum @morvaris @nocticulas @nuclearstorms @risingsh0t @shellibisshe @solasan @swordcoasts @steelport @voerman & anyone else who is writing right now, i'm sorry i don't really know at the moment! also as always, no pressure to do this! ♡

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it

so, i'm going to expose myself right now and show you guys my wips checklist doc. these are all the ewskers, obviously. i'm not really 100% on my writing rn, so i won't share snippets, but i will do summaries and tell you about all of these (and maybe bits from my little plan outlines). y'all get a variety and a half lmao

i may share snippets of last one, but no promises because it's spicy and i might get a bit uncomfy sharing. and with the first one, i showed what i had a bit ago before deleting the posts, and there's only been a bit of progress since, but the whole two fics aren't off limits for little moments or insight