#still so obessed!!!

[elo-h]

So apparently I'm not allowed to use the good printer for personal projects, but that didn't stop me. Both Hami and I are enjoying the result 😊💕

Again thank you so much, can't wait to get distracted by this wonderful work of art every time I sit down at my computer 💕

Here’s my part for the mp100 secret spirit! For @elo-h

I combined the prompts “spirits and such having a day at the office” and “the kids hanging out.” It was so much fun to draw

Thank you for hosting this, @mp100secretspirit

[lovexmemonster]

that one blackrock scientist thats been plaguing my mind as of late

[deadrlngers]

ocs as patron saints

i was tagged by @katsigian and @ecofear to take this quiz for some of my ocs, thank you both so much!!! loved doing this sm, two things i love obsessing over: saints and ocs <3

patron saint of relics. patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

patron saint of bones. patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

patron saint of heartbreak. not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

tagging (under the cut!):

@marictheirins @mojaves @ruvviks @devilbrakers @dragonaqe

@pinkfey @aezyrraeshh @shadowglens @risingsh0t @ncytiri

@baelavelaryon @kibellah @pawnguild @roguette @hexmaturgy

@tethrras @lucaanis @auricfog @thedeadthree

and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[dilutedconfusion]

I did a thing…again.

Just realized that ya’ll need to click for better quality for some reason this post looks especially bad 🤚

[hacksawboy]

hi tf2mblr im here to show u guys my medic oc

[fridayiminlovemp3]

that weird ass fucking lifetime christmas movie that’s thinly veiled fan fiction about taylor swift and travis kelce makes me so uncomfortable like that is FREAK behaviour, making that a real movie is FREAK BEHAVIOUR. i can’t even watch the trailer for it it just freaks me out

[asmodeusamaryllis]

MARIA HAS A SISTER?!??

[dragonflyxem]

Hat-Troll @likethewizard

[ray-array]

Ok but this is still happening right? Just not with Rayman/Ramon.. 👀

[somestorythoughts]

Radioactive Eldritch Jedi

Okay so when I say radioactive. The Force is primordial and eldritch and the jedi (and any other force users of a comparable level) resonate with the echoes of this primoridal of-the-world-and-yet-not-the-world energy like your body when you’re so close to a marching bacd you can feel the drums in your bones and they’re not the music or the instruments, they’re only the echo thereof, but the echo of something from the depths that bore the universe is still A Lot.

And when you look at them. There’s teeth that aren’t there the next minute, you could count them again and again for half an hour and never get the same number twice in a row. And that’s not mentioning when their teeth don’t fit in their mouth, don’t match each other, when there aren’t teeth in their mouths but claws...

That’s just one element of their face which is one element of their body.

You can smell them, even the species that don’t have particularly good senses of smell though it is far more distracting for them. Something fresh with light or rotting with dark, herby or sea salty or citrusy or floral and threaded with sweat or blood or sex to suit whatever they’ve been doing and it wouldn’t be remarkable except they smell simultaneously like their species and like something else entirely in a way that is clearly but indescribably not caused by soap or perfume or oil.

There’s a resonance in their voices. Something like there’s a drumbeat in their throat, like they’re speaking with the vibrations of a song you’ve always heard without knowing it, but always perfectly understandable. The sound of jedi singing in harmony with feeling has reduced cities to tears of joy or tears of pain, blood dripping from their ears in mirror of their tears.

Don’t get me started on their shadows, on the way they move in the dark

And they’d be leaking this strangeness 24/7 except they keep themselves so tightly shielded, not only hiding themselves so that they appear uncanny and not terrifyingly Other (they’ve been there time and time again and it is a problem. There are Consequences) but also keeping any of this force-energy-resonance leaking out into the world. Places where force sensitives have lived a long time thrum like a pulse, are touches with the energy of generations of force users relaxing enough to let their shields lower and their selves to leak and brush the walls and tables, etching their presences into the place like fire into wood, and when this touches people it changes them.

Not immediately. Not quickly. It can take months for anything to change and this is why jedi keep their shields maintained, because if you’re fully shielded nothing will happen, and this is part of why attachments are risky, because the emotion can affect the shields can change the one you love, because to say you love a jedi is not the same as accepting all that they are and being willing to change along with them because you can’t dodge that forever, and saying you’re willing to do this isn’t the same as being willing.

The changes aren’t quick, and not as Eldritch as the jedi, but they are permanent and definitely Other.

When shields crack or break, when a jedi lashes out with the force, it brushes an imprint on everything around them (those with any kind of vision skills can find this difficult or comforting to deal with, like a too-large gulp of hot tea) and a few times on the same thing doesn’t matter. Genuinely. Repeition is an entirely different matter.

War is hell. 

War is hell, and the jedi are holding on to each other for support, clinging interlocking arms, but they’re scattered around the galaxy and it’s so hard to actually reach each other.

Sometimes to know you’re supported isn’t enough. Not when you can’t reach their shoulder to lean on, for just a moment.

And the clones are going through hell with them, are dying around them, and they reach out to support the jedi who are doing their best not only to help them survive but to help them live in a war that wants them dead for a senate that doesn’t care and the jedi recognizes them as people so they reach out and the jedi can’t help but reach back.

The clones catch them when they fall, love them in different ways each as sure as the tides, and the jedi relax into it without realizing. Their shields crack over and over again because war is hell, but they also find them relaxing them, instinctively and unconsciously, because so little is certain but the clones’ willingness to go to hell and back for them is one of them and they feel safe.

And the echoes of the force that resonate in the heartbeats-nervepulses-bloodflows of the jedi leaves imprints on the clones that rises like paint added layer by layer and it changes them.

The clones don’t have a childhood of familiarity to fall back on, much less the shielding techniques to keep them looking “normal.” What they have is legions of brothers willing to support each other come hell or high water or unending clankers and jedi who at first beg their forgiveness for changing them (because it wasn’t supposed to happen and because they like how they are but everyone already sees them as strange and to beg forgiveness for making them like them is many jedi’s first instinct) then teach them how to hide it when they need to and the comfort of singing together, their voices ringing through their ships in tune with the thrumming in their blood, bone-deep.

[cemetery-baccanal]

beginning of the year shelf pic. I rearranged again lmfao

[bachirasbodyguard]

after rereading the first arcs manga and episode nagi, i feel like niko should be able to bully whoever he wants on the field as a revenge for all the times they made him cry

RIGHT like why are they all hopping up on this tiny little kid, he's just chillin 😭😭 (OK but this bit from Episode Nagi was very funny ngl)

[nightmare8-420]

(ignore how red my hands are)

jiro knife 3/4.0!

first handle thats really comfy

it was also suprisingly cheap!

[one-hell-of-otaku-is-here]

do you sometimes have an urge to just scroll through fanart and other fandom content even though you still havent finished reading the book ( or original material) so you get spoiled anyway or is it just me?

[fridayiminlovemp3]

okay top 5: love from the other side, what a time to be alive, heaven iowa, so good right now, and the kintsugi kid

[quietmtntown]

i would say the AI knows how to write cartman in shape friends reaction rather well and CARTMAN and BONUS BUTTMAN

Cartman grinned, flexing his biceps. "Oh, you know, just been hitting the gym. Gotta keep these muscles in top shape," he boasted.

Kyle and Stan exchanged a confused glance. "But since when do you care about working out?" Kyle asked.

"Since I realized that being strong is the key to success in this world," Cartman replied, still flexing.

Stan rolled his eyes. "Whatever, dude. Just don't let it go to your head."

Cartman chuckled. "Too late for that, bro. I'm already the toughest kid in South Park."

Kyle and Stan shook their heads, knowing that trying to reason with Cartman was always a losing battle. They decided to change the subject, hoping to steer the conversation in a more productive direction.

"Eric! What happened?" Butters was shocked

Cartman turned to see Butters staring at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean, Butters?"

"I mean, you're all muscular and stuff now! How did you do that?" Butters asked, clearly impressed.

Cartman smirked. "Just been hitting the gym, Butters. Gotta stay in shape if you wanna be the toughest kid in South Park."

Butters nodded, still looking impressed. "Wow, I gotta start hitting the gym too. Maybe then I can be tough like you, Eric!"

Cartman patted Butters on the back. "Sure thing, buddy. You just gotta keep at it and never give up. Before you know it, you'll be bulging with muscles like me."

Butters beamed, feeling inspired. Cartman couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he had motivated someone to improve themselves. Maybe there was more to life than just physical strength and power after all.

@ccartman