#thanks these were fun ones!

[varjopeura]

8, 9, 14 and 38 for *you* for the ask game! :D

8. any recurring dreams?

I think the only Actually Repeating dream of mine was when I was a very small child (about 5-6 maybe) and would have the same dream every time I got a fever. It was a very simple one - me standing in my bedroom and looking outside, where the entire scenery was now underwater. There were fish and various other sea creatures swimming in front of my window and across the yard. And then, in the distance, I'd see a gigantic apartment-building-sized purple octopus. I always immediately knew that it had caused the flooding outside, and that it had evil intentions (no matter how pretty all the fishies and the water were). Usually all I could do was stare at the octopus and worry about the flood reaching inside of my home.

It was maybe the third repetition of the dream when I finally managed to get a hold of a bunch of friends before it ended, and together we had a great battle against the evil octopus. We defeated it at that time, and the dream never came back after that.

Nowadays I only get recurring themes and motifs instead of full dreams. My faves are, while technically stress dreams, the ones where I'm late from a thing and trying to run there as fast as possible, and can't help but slip into a four-legged gallop instead of running on two feet. It's always such a struggle to try and remain upright and avoid weird stares from people, but the feeling of that animal gait is just. unparalleled in how natural and GOOD it feels, no matter how stressful the rest of the dream is. I wish I could do it in real life, too!

9. tell a story about your childhood

Let me tell you the tale of Great Pokemon Summer of 2000 (this is later than I thought it would be! I was already nine years old, but this is the earliest possible timeframe for this memory because the Pokemon anime only started airing in Finland in the late autumn of -99. Wild!)

So, my friend and I had just gotten into Pokemon, and obviously we wanted to become pokemon trainers. We did what any nine-year-olds would do in that situation, and just assigned ourselves some inaginary pokemon companions! I had a Haunter as my partner, while the friend picked Kadabra (I can't remember if they started out as already evolved or did this happen along the way, but these were their forms for the vast majority of that summer).

One thing that was clear to us from the very start was that these two weren't of the easy starter type. Our partners were Powerful and thus Challenging To Handle, and we took our responsibilities with them super seriously. We knew these guys required daily training and exercise, so we trained them, we battled wild pokemon we found in our neighbourhood, we had sparring matches with each other, we took them to fields and forests and beaches to use off some of their energy. Every. Single. Day. It was very much like taking care of high-energy dogs, these ones just had magic powers and were invisible to everyone else!

Then the summer came to an end, and suddenly we had to worry about real life stuff like homework and other hobbies and rainy weather, and we realized that we couldn't devote as much of our time to our pokemon as they needed. They might've survived the neglect for a while, but in time they'd become miserable, and they'd become bored, and no one wants to deal with the havoc a frustrated ghost or psychic type can break, especially when there's a bonded pair of two of them.

We knew we only had one option, and one autumn day took a walk to the edge of the great forest nearby, and decided to let our companions run free again. This was taken just as seriously as the summer training program, and there were tears on our faces as we released our dear pokemon friends back to the forest where we first found them. They were powerful, they could take good care of themselves even without trainers, and we would miss them horribly for a very long time. But it was the best option we had at that moment, and it was the only option that was any fair for our beloved Haunter and Kadabra.

I think we went to see them a couple of times after that, but the magic of that summer faded fast and the very real companionship turned into just regular play after the pokemon were released.

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

First thing that comes to mind is getting a tattoo! I've always liked to imagine what kind of tattoos I'd like to have, but for the most part it's been just pure theory and daydreaming. For the past few years I've been entertaining the thought more seriously, really dying to get some nice pictures on my skin, just haven't done anything about it yet. And now when I have a clear plan of what I'd want to get first, I find myself being nervous about it :D I'm faaaairly sure that I'd like my first tattoo to be on my inner wrist, but I fear that's a place that's going to be very painful and I'm not sure if I'm quite ready to jump straight in like that! Maybe someday!

38. fave song at the moment?

Ooh, hmm, lately I've had a lot of fun with When You Don't See Me by Sisters of Mercy, so let's go with that one for this exact moment!

[chalkrub]

various art trades from the past month! had FUN as usual

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[swamplevel]

walking into my rhodes island office, hanging up my coat, pushing W and Ines off my desk, wiping off the blood, and opening a message from Kal that says 'kill yourself' and then is followed by 'ignore that last message'. I nod thoughtfully and ignore that last message. I take a sip of my coffee. It's Muelsyse. I spit her out into the sink. I open the cabinet and get a new mug. Ho'olheyak is in the cabinet. I sit down at my desk and respond affirmatively to the email from Platnium asking me if Gravel has been bothering me. (This gets them into a subtext filled deathmatch, which is enrichment in their enclosure.) I respond to Amiya's last cute text emoji with a ':P', which she likes within 10 seconds. I clock out. I get a beer with Hoederer and Pallas. They get into a poetry battle in 3 different languages. 5 minutes of downtime. 6 hours of brooding on the landship considering the burden of the world (in the rain.) Amiya shows up with an umbrella eventually. She asks me how my day was. I say: good.

[chick-it-out]

[corviiids]

alright. i played death note game for the first time. here are my observations from the three games i played

joined an incredibly lovely lobby. if you guys see this hi im rook and i'm sorry for deceiving you

got kira follower two games in a row

won both, hell yeah

told everyone it was my first time playing the game (true) and that i didn't know how the game worked (also mostly true)

got kira my third game. literally what are the odds of this happening to me i didn't get to side with L a single time

day 1: immediately start killing aggressively with zero subtlety.

raised suspicions to the point i was the literal only suspect and everyone was talking about voting for me

i have all the evidence on me and if i get arrested i lose right here. not good. how do i get out of this

distracted them from interrogating me by asking inane questions and playing dumb

stalled out the timer and diverted conversation until everyone was confused and time ran out, forcing a skipped vote. the timer is LONG. this took a WHILE

one player was ultra sus of me and told everyone else if they died then i must be kira

day 2: immediately handed off the death note and all my evidence to my teammate

instructed them to kill the player who suspected me so that all suspicion would fall on me and not on them

deliberately acted as suspicious as possible to get myself caught at the next meeting

everyone is incredibly sus of me at the meeting because i've been standing near literally everyone

everyone votes for me apologetically ("sorry rook that this is your first experience, no way you got kira three times in a row but it's too sus, hope you get a chance to learn the game properly")

sadly conceded to everyone that i understood i must look very sus and didn't know how to defend myself :(

got arrested. no evidence on me.

guess i'm not kira!

follower killed L

kira wins again :)

monologued to the extremely lovely lobby about my evil plan incl. keikaku doori (joke i made on purpose) and maniacal laughter (this just happened naturally)

"wow. you really do know how to play this game."

(i do not. i got very, very lucky and had excellent teammates. but like, im happy to take credit for it.)

exp boost to 11

[kuromi-hoemie]

was drunk at my friend's place yesterday and her bf was given some throwing knives, played around for a bit and i still got it 🧐 that was my last push to get back into knife throwing, haven't been into it since i was 17/18 lol. i ordered these ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა

edit: if ur here from my top posts you can see me throw them here!

[deweyduck]

@pscentral​​ event 25: seasons

↳ HAPPY 65TH BIRTHDAY BARBIE! 💖 (9 March, 1959)

"Positive attitude changes everything."

insp.

[artgroves]

Steve Rogers Learns to Fly by @gutterandthestars

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dungeon Meshi: The RPG

[keymintt]

u didn’t post my favorite of your art fight pieces 👁️👁️ the dragon with feathered wings that looked like it was done with a chalk-y brush w the scribble-y clouds I was Looking at that one so much

OUGH thank you so so much!!!!! i'm in the habit of posting af attacks on the socials where i can tag the character's owner directly so unless someone asks otherwise i don't think to show it hhdgflkdfh here it is !!

this attack was for @/sunbutterfly of her character aerin and i had SO much fun working on this one. i got really experimental with my go-to pencil brush (the artemus hard pencil brush in csp) and working mostly on one layer/tryin to build up values with softer hatching and tbh i'm really happy with how it turned out!

[kbsd]

john and gale in stalag luft iii // "violet hill" for @swifty-fox

if you love me, won't you let me know?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

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