#so. shrug

[karinmisono]

thats literally what he said. okay.

[creaturefeaster]

a couple more

[the-chattering-tower]

I promise I WIll put the accent in the shop tomorrow but until then please look at Newest Baby, hatched and touched up today, grandkiddo of my beloved's progens, future wearer of my brand new wool accent ("fiber fun")

I'm love them

Their name is Cighaya after the cigája sheep breed. I'll figure out lore for them tomorrow when I feel awake again

[spitblaze]

on the other side of me feeling like an idiot i remembered enough japanese to fully skip two whole units in duolingo :^)

[creation-help]

As a Finn, I think the act of someone non finnish naming their oc something in finnish is very cool. Especially if it's just some random word.

I just got to thinking about this bc I often see non English speakers make fun of people who name ocs something in their language and while their takes are perfectly valid I feel like many Finns could agree with me, they'd find it funny and neat to see non Finns give finnish names to their characters. Well, at least I would find it fun, guess I can't speak for the rest of us.

Obviously maybe be careful if it's anything related to finnish mythology bc I know a good portion of it has been colonized from Karelia, and that's not really the end of Finlands colonization over them. However when it comes to most other stuff I personally think it'd be dope to see more random occasions of finnish in non-fin creators. This is why I actually made a post some time ago, listing finnish names for non-fins to use, so.

Have fun!

[cha1cedony]

Ch 8 of Silver Linings is up on AO3 now! As I've surely said a billion times before on here, I've been looking forward to this chapter for a VERY long time. Sorry again about the long wait on this one. I hope you all enjoy! ^_^ I am excited for your reactions...

PS: Now that I've (FINALLY) finished this chapter, I'm going to try to work on some Halloween Week oneshots :) <3 But tonight... Tonight I am going to sleep. I am sooo tired lololol

[aphantimes]

:(((( i have :((((( headache :(((((

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why did William get FNAF springlocked? Is he stupid?

[centaurself]

jesus christ i need to touch grass

[the-meme-monarch]

was thinking abt how anya sleeps by the polle statue. which is motion activated to start talking.

+ i like drawing polle as a Character

[wanderingmausoleum]

my current pfp is official art from rogue trader (link) and i like being able to use whatever i want as my pfp on this account because it’s meant to be a casual blog where i just post whatever i want, but whenever i post my art on here i feel like i’m misrepresenting myself by having someone else’s art as my pfp…it’s a dilemma

[z4g-3us]

i think ppl will enjoy these so im sharing the experience of studying a tbh creature in the wild.... fascinating creatur.......

[asexual-shelly]

whatever. go, my dandlers...

FINALLY SOME ART FOR AN AU IVE BEEN WORKING ON!!!!! YIPEEEEEE!!!!!!!! So tl;dr Twisted Modes like an alternate game mode designed to be a form of 'hard mode', where the play styles for each toon have been muddied or completely changed to offer a completely different experience for players. The premise is that the toons are like a remnant of previous games, its based upon the clone theory so each individual toon has their own story and lore separate from the others (though there are exceptions for a few characters!). Also the AU is written in a way that's meant to semi-emulate the game itself which is why the stats and alternate abilities are listed, expect more gameplay aspects to be given in the future bc i love coming up with gameplay mechanics 😈

The chars here aren't all of the ones planned btw I wanna make another sheet when I can, feel free to ask questions tho ill be happy to answer ^^ pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

he's wearing zombie facepaint so they won't attack him, thinking he's one of them. the elbow pads are for protection, and the ice nine kills t-shirt is because I think he'd be an i9k fan. and thanks!

screencap edits: banana edition

[prlssprfctn]

In his new room - in his new house - Jason searches up for a circus performances and stares at them for hours. First, he watches at them mindlessly, unconsciously curious, and then, he starts to take notes.

He is a street kid, and everything about him screams of that. So, he is nowhere near the grace of these performers on the screen. His arms are not that strong, too, but he is agile, and his legs are much stronger - he can think of something.

He can be just as good as the boy he is replacing.

It is not like someone tells him to match Richard Grayson, and it is not like someone admits that Jason is here to replace the first Wonder Boy, but Jason heard Bruce's conversation with Dick earlier. It was meant not for his ears, but it doesn't matter now.

"So, now what, you exile me, and bring a boy to replace me?!"

Jason is not mad. All of it ‐ adoption papers, the manor, the school - is much more than he ever thought he would get in his life. Being replacement doesn't sound as bad anyway; especially, if his brother is so cool.

So, he makes notes on circus performances and slightly chopes his hair. They are much curlier than Dick's - he has more of a wavy ones, and the only ever look that way, when they get long; his childhood photos with short hair looks too straight - but the cut does its magic.

The next day, Bruce compliments his hair absentmindedly and is positively surprised by his new moves on the patrol, asking where he learnt it from. Jason lies about not remembering, but his cheeks are flashed, and his smile is all about teeth. He can't wait to show it to Dick once they finally get on a mission together.

Expect, when they do, Dick just nods and mutters a light-hearted "good job" before leaving to talk with his team. And Jason knows Dick doesn't want to be mean - he gets it; no one feels good about having a replacement, especially the one that seems so cheap in comparison - but he still cries that night in his pillow, feeling himself a little kid, even if he isn't one. Even if he never was.

Jason wonders if his own replacement would make him understand Dick.

But Jason never gets replaced.

No matter the taunting voice of the Lazarus Pit in the back of his head - that sometimes sounds suspiciously like Talia's; you remain unavenged and replaced - and his own intrusive thoughts that spiral in uneven lines, Jason doesn't think Tim was ever meant to be his replacement. Being replaced means to match the person that was meant to be left behind. And no one asked Tim to be like Jason.

If anything, memory of Jason was thrown under the rag, hidden and locked securely in heads of those who survived. And if they brought Jason up, then it was always an example of what Robin shouldn't do: run away, disobey, and allow emotions to consume you. So, not much of an exemplary original. More like an opposite.

Jason feels an urge to explain that to Tim once; when they sit together on the rooftop, almost like a proper family, instead of broken pieces of someone's idea of a one.

'You could never replace me,' he says, and the instant it leaves his mouth, he knows it came out wrong.

Tim rolls his eyes.

'Yeah, dude. Whatever.'

'No, I mean—' He grits his teeth, scrapping slightly the back of his hand. 'I mean... You could never replace me, because... Because you were always better.'

Tim freezes. His big blue eyes shift in something more confused, and it is almost as if he is not sure how he needs to react — to protest? To agree? To thank him?

Jason doesn't know what to do, too.

He wants to say: it is easy as that, babybird. They wanted to have someone who would have nothing in common with me — someone who could help them to forget about my existence, about the existence of the failed Robin.

But he can't make himself speak again. And he is not sure he wants to stay any longer to hear Tin manging to put his thoughts in the words; he is better than him at this, too, and he almost always sounds convincing.

So, he leaves.

In his room - in the building he owns now - he ruffles his outgrown hair, fluffs up the white streak, and passes by his only remaining photo with Bruce in the frame, on the shelf under the stolen tire.

He still does this semi-circus move in his fights - almost frozen in the air, with his back arched - but he doesn't expect anyone to compliment him anymore.

[cremsie]

Thought too hard on these guys A little species for my headworld