#so its just. nostalgic ig

[viscerast]

never getting over the fact that there was a blue jay call during the credits of MH. never ever ever

[kyurochurro]

HAPPY NOVEMBER!! its beginning to feel a lot like winter so todays uni sketch is Sulu and Uhura dancing!! 💫❄️🌌 cus why not :D (bg-less version below!)

(can you tell im listening to frank sinatra lately AHJSKJASK)

[no-light-left-on]

being part of the dishonored fandom for years is so interesting, seeing the shifts in preferences in ships, takes on characters and plotpoints, the way characters and pairings are depicted and the way stories and aus adapt with times and trends

[rafasbiscuits]

The Rafa and Nole rivalry is intense,it's fiery and it's very,well intense really idk any other word. It's more long lasting due to the smaller age gap but the Rafa and Roger rivalry. Fedal,it's a story. It's one of those literature books you find in old libraries that in a way is just so mesmerising and you want to read the next part so fast and can't wait for that next page but at the same time you don't want to finish it,you don't want to see the end.

Sometimes I wish I can turn back time just so I can watch their rivalry from the start. Rafa winning his first Roland Garros,that 2008 Wimbledon final. I have only witnessed a few years of them since I am quite young and I really just,I regret being so young even though I can't do anything about it.

There will never be a rivalry like them. Perhaps,in the future there may be a more intense rivalry,with more heat and maybe more "bromance" but there will never be another fedal. It's just something that cannot be repeated.

[the-bearer-of-bad-ideas]

aAAANYways its still the 31st for me so heres a redoodle of smth from 2021 i think??? idk where the original is but ill post it if i find it

[smp-live]

actually im feeling a little bit ill over the fact that its actually done now

[toftie]

omygod

[angryborzois]

why do old favs feel like old friends

[saturnniidae]

No but like genuinely seeing httyd1 era Hiccup next to rtte or httyd2-3 Hiccup I know it's the same character but it like won't connect in my brain. Who is that man. What.

Ngl Hiccup's 'glow up' was a tragedy. KEEP HIM SMALL AND UGLY!!!

[idiotsonlyevent]

as much as i love p3 idk if i would buy a remake unless it fixes... actual structural issues in the game (ex. removing the transmisogyny + sexual harassment/assault scenes in yakushima, letting mc hang out w guy party members, not forcing mc to date every girl, not letting femc date ken, etc.) and. i really doubt atlus would fix any of that which is why im confused why so many people want a p3 remake? like is it just the allure of updated graphics? the potential to combine fes+portable content into one game? whats the appeal here?

[brightgoat]

Hey so this might be weird but i just wanted to thank you? Idk im feeling nostalgic and thankful tonight so i wanted to reach out ig

I used to read your cupsandcasinos askblog, and the way you portrayed cuphead was actually my first introduction to the idea that i didnt have to like romance! Crazy, but yeah. Because of a lot of reasons this was. Very difficult for me (long story you dont care about) to accept, and i had never seen it so... casually accepted before. It probs doesnt mean much especially since its been YEARS since you drew that little quip or three about it, and it didnt really have much impact to the blog? but. It had a really big impact on ME and the way i perceive myself (through a fandom askblog of all things!!), and i just wanted to get that out there.

So yeah!! Thank you so much: for the fun fandom, the awesome art and doodles, and for opening my eyes to something that i could accept for myself years down the road

<3

If you guys had a nickel for every ask that has been sitting in my inbox with no reply for ages you guys would be billionaires-

This makes me really happy, I'm aroace myself so it felt good to write/draw that aspect of him. Thinking about it is making ME nostalgic now haha

Thank YOU as well for the kind message and for being a fan ;)

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 41 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons| season 2 | season 3 | lesson 40 | lesson 41.2 | lesson 42.1 | lesson 42.2

WE'RE HOME BITCHES

i missed my boys but i also feel bad for the nb!timeline boys bc they'll never see us again :( i miss them

HSHGDHDGD they're so stupid 😭 and ik they knew it was mammon's handwriting bc there's no way they didn't

:((((( i think i mentioned this in my lesson 40 breakdown but this is literally a physical manifestation of the login screen dialogue:

"my love for you transcends time"

if i was mc i'd be BAWLING y'all don't understand

this bg gives me war flashbacks to lesson 76 🫠 sad times man

PLEASE where did this come from 😭 everyone was all nostalgic and crying and shit and then he comes and pulls this outta his ass

NOT HE CALLED MAMMON A BROKE ASS BITCH (we been knew)

but on another note, how does he know the wallet is light if it's levitating ??? like does he feel the heaviness bc he's making it float or is he just bullshitting to piss mammon off 😭

giggling, kicking my feet, i missed her 🫶🏽 my wife, the loml

yk this would be a great time to have our affinity with her go up 😐 COUGH COUGH 😐 why isnt she dateable yet

isn't he canonically really good at math ??? like aside from just counting money

even tho it definitely comes from his greed

they're always downplaying his good qualities 🫠 hate it here /j

also side note, him getting assigned geography is a SET UP like 😭 we all know this man can't focus for the life of him. at LEAST give him math so he'd have a chance 💀

mc and mammon are ESPECIALLY cooked bc dia and barb decided to be tryhards and join every part of the competition

mc better than me bc i'd fight a bitch if he just up and left me after all the stuff that happened in the other timeline 😭 fym you're in the human world while i'm down here struggling

where did all of his development go ???? the whole season 3 arc where luke, mammon, and mc were on a train (?) together and luke learned to let go of his biases just got erased ig

Y'ALL WHAT IF HE BECOMES A DEMON

or what if it's michael messing with him even though he's fallen ??? the teaser has me paranoid idk

ANYWAYS overall 10/10 comeback lesson (i'm biased and i missed my boys 🫶🏽)

(i feel like the bonus story of the normal lesson needed its own post bc...😭)

[unsavory-melon]

Coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather

TAG TIIIIIIME: @pixieskie @rubywonu @chair-things @geckosquid

Coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather

I never thoughts about doing one of this @viajera-entre-realidades thank you for the mention 💗💗

@tittysaurus @allmylifeanew @myshiftingblogiglmao @xandershifts @banjarekoghar @starzzangell

[earlycuntsets]

opinion/thoughts/feelings on the internet archive situation?

yes thank you for asking me!

It was breached/hacked but and no one's sure when it will be back up. I really wanted to make gifs of the bullets website :'''''''''(

makes me really glad I screenshotted so much old website shit and saved it. I have an external hard drive just for all my mcr because stuff like this happens. and its suddenly inaccessible and I need them they mean so much to me. who knows why hopelessly nostalgic ig

but dang. I saw one article from the verve say it would be "days not months" which is reassuring.

I really hope when it comes back it's not like diminished or have less data as a result of this but only time will tell. and during said time I will be looking for a way to look at the old bullets site bc I am telling you I miss her already.

[the-bearer-of-bad-ideas]

i miss the 2020-2021 school year

zoom schoolw as nice adn then going back at the end of it was soooo nice idk i miss it

a lot of it is definitely because i was i was younger + rose tinted glasses but still

also i think my anxiety anxietied too hard and broke because i kinad of just. stopped being paranoid all the time during then

[thelonelyme]

♧𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐱♧

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: ディズニー ツイステッドワンダーランド[Twisted Wonderland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: An unexpected ending. [mc x Malleus Draconia]

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: FEM READER. This is just a drabble I imagined as i was listening to "Once upon a dream". this song does weird things to me ig. I wanted it to be a fluffyy-ish drabble, but it ended up being a little bit yandere, guess It's just me and my habits. By reading this there will be hints of yandere behaviours, slightly suggestive themes and fluff.

I walked with you once upon a dream..

The sweet music continued to resonate in the lightly lit ballroom as the muffled sounds of the shoes dragging in a slow and harmonious were ignored by the two.

The gloved hands of the fae were so gracefully resting on the precious material of your dress, as if to fear that a wrong movement might have snatched away that so graceful and fragile dream and made it fade into shades of black and pain, slightly rippling his fingers so you could not escape him in any way, and while the nostalgic melody seemed to project both in a new and intimate space.

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam..

His adam’s apple moved in sync with the voices that rocked the melody, humming as his pure emerald eyes melted into yours for those that looked like minutes, just watching you and wandering what did he do for deserving someone like you. You truly were something from another world.

He continued before resting his hand that had fallen down your hips back on you upper back as he hooked and led you to wedge your head in his slightly chilly neck.

You could feel the vibrations on the scalp cleverly woven previously by experienced fae, humming melodies that you catched in your childhood, you could hear the invisible noise of the tissues rubbing against each other as the long skirt curled around the ankles of the fae while he made you move against him.

The night breeze along with the distinct smell of pine trees snuck inside the room, thus bringing your hair and his to move in tandem.

One of his hands tightly wrapped to yours as you glided along the polished tiles of the hall, so bright and resplendent that you can admire the ceiling painted with its suffused candles and dream of dancing on all those, as if to separate you two and that other world was just a sheet of thin but invisible glass that you both erased with the flutter of capes.

The glow of his irises seemed to shine even more when he twirled you one last time before taking off a glove and grabbing your warmest.

The black enamel, that seemed to be perpetually applied to his nails, shimmered under the subtle and cold moonshine made the pale skin even more ethereal as the muscles and bones of his hand moved simultaneously with the movement of his thumb that tenderly caressed your soft hand and laid in your lap.

His feline eyes were only and only directed at you as he flew his other hand across your abdomen, gently tracing elegant spirals before moving to your cleavage and slowly trace with his fingers both collarbones, causing a series of chills that did nothing but fuel the glow of his irises and his mischievous smile that he put in so you could see his dimples and sharp fangs.

A view dedicated and destined only to his beloved, the only one that had been able to melt the metal armor and intrude with arrogance in his mind, body and soul.

He slid his cold nails down the softness of your neck, making sure to map every single part of it before cuddling one hand in the recess while the other continued to travel the lines of your face, the jaw, tracing and leaving touches ghosts everywhere his hand passed, your skin that tried to mark in focus every sensation and every tingling that his touch carried away every time he moved.

He drew the bridge of the lips, the sagging of the nasal septum, slightly cold cheeks, eyelids and eyelashes, as well as eyebrows and forehead.

Your moonlight reflection was ethereal to him, so unnaturally perfect even for a fae like him. He had seen other similar beauties that for humans were merely unattainable, a different elegance and simply alien even to the most beautiful among both men and women, levels of perfection that even he did not think he could imagine as a kid.

But you made him think otherwise.

You could have your infinite imperfections, but to him, the outer shell was a simple appearance, and he knew that often the most beautiful people were actually the most rotten and poisonous.

To him it was your attitude that drew him to you like a moth, coveting and devouring those acts of benevolence and kindness that were taken from him by his seemingly unapproachable character and his status that could not be ignored to the point of simply chaining him to you.

The burning desire was not something that could simply extinguish with a snap of the fingers and a simple spell, the flames that burned it from the inside did not do high that claw at the chest whenever he thought of you, to your projects you chose to share with him.

The only way was to be with you.

His brows were softened by the memory of your marriage, the same dance you had now performed with the same passion and love, which always had something new: a movement more violent or sweeter, the music stronger and promiscuous or more sweet and lulling, inducing both to a hypnotism from which neither wanted to wake up.

Clearing his throat, he walked to one of the many stained glass windows from the various places with your hand in his.

Shades of green, purple and white dominated the stained glass windows that portrayed stories of ancient times full of magic and graceful figures sculpted elegantly in glass plates so refined that you ask if people like that could really exist and if places like those depicted could even be minimally described by those who had never been able to admire them.

They told stories and the ancient history of the Briar Valley along it's rulers and kingdom.

The clothes so different and so unique from everything you could see, jewels so beautiful to make shine even from a simple representation. And a recurring horned woman like the ones that your husband proudly had.

As the clouds moved in front of the moon, it seemed that those still images turned into a waltz of actions, coronations, struggles and victories, of people living their lives in colored mirrors ,indifferent to people who could observe them.

Images so intricate that you wonder how many people it took to complete even one and how long it took.

The glass was slightly wrinkled, which distorted the moonlight like crystal clear water reflecting sunlight on the golden sand, and framed by skilfully worked iron in such a way as to look majestic while remaining simple at the same time.

He continued to walk along the corridor illuminated by flaming torches that gave perpetual light to paintings of imposing women and men, young people and children who exhibited their figure in immortal paintings. It stopped when suddenly a wave of wonder and dislocation did not overwhelm both your bodies, leaving behind nothing but shining lights as if to witness your passage.

A warm breath on the neck, fangs dragging gracefully over the flesh near your ear, as if they weren’t there at all.

"Just as the way you did once upon a dream, my dearest"