#tiff rambles

[mushyblushyredhead]

‧₊˚ Random Tword Thot ‧₊˚. ✧

Sooo I rewatched the Alien movies this weekend to get myself hyped for the new Alien: Romulus movie, annnnd while watching the spooky space chaos…hhHHH the canon event of yoinking another fandom into my fluffy tk trash brain has BEGUN! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

IMAGINE THIS!! Facehuggers with teasy claws and feathery tails that glomp you and tickle you silly, refusing to let go until they’ve had their fill.

Chestbursters and that wiener snake thing from Prometheus that slips through your clothing and tk attacks your skin until you’re on the ground in hysterics. Super slippery, hard to remove from clothing because they’re cheeky little sh!ts.

And finally, Xenomorphs but they’re actually just big playful tickle monsters that love to pin you down and tickle you all over with their claws and feathery tail until you're tired out, and then snuggle you for a nice cuddly nap afterwards. (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

…right? Yeah? Anybody with me? (*^^*)

Stay tuned cuz Imma make an AU on it anyway! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)✨

[districtsof-treason]

almost over the covid now just dealing with a stuffy nose

there was a full 12 hours of the most excruciating shoulder pain I’ve ever had in my life though so that was fun didn’t expect that from a resp virus

edit: this has been infuriating as I have limited time to be home and visit my family before I go back so I’ve been pissed that my lab mate passed this on to me

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Paul: *sighing dreamily* look how pretty our baby Mama is~... I yell ya, she just glows in that early trimester doesn't she?

Chrysta, *in a robe covered in blood that she hasn't washed in a week, messy tangled curlers in her hair, bags that could carry luggage under her eyes, a breast pump I'm one hand and a baby in the other wearing a shirt covered in chicken noodle soup stains that doesn't even fit over her little baby bump*: Actually take a swan dive onto a stake for me, would ya?

[saturnisfallingdown]

im gonna be in the theater watching Saturday Night and looking around every other scene going “no one here knows that one blond guy made a webseries that changed my life”

[catzgam3rz]

I would like to thank the Witch Craft SMP for gifting me a reason to draw Ihascupquake fanart in the year of our lord 2023

[crimsonrainsoughtstrawberry]

Shen Qiao’s maturity and capacity for forgiveness, understanding, compromise and honesty are all traits Yan Wushi better appreciate and cherish for the rest of his days. Cause he put our A-Qiao through it!!! And that man still grew this enormous attachment and tender feelings for him. Can not blame him at all cause Yan-lang is a true silver fox daddy. But truly I love them so much and I just want them happy 🥺

[purble-gaymer]

i don’t think i’ll ever stop being upset that sirica only got one episode that focused on her. i wanna see meta knight bonding with his niece, damnit!

[precious-pop-punk-nerd-girl]

SIXTEEN CANDLES BACK FROM THE WAR‼️‼️

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Just wanted to give thank everyone who's going been humoring me with all this Kirby tournament oc reblogs & content.

As a special thank you for all this, I wanted to give you all a special little morsel of lore... content (vague in nature but enough to piece together). Those of you who are big fans of Galacta Knight, Dame Morgan, and of the musical Into the Woods (not the movie they botched the og story) you're gonna really like this piece.

And for those of you who love Fumu/tiff... You're all gonna hate me for this... :3

[inbetweenhours]

something something I will love you regardless of how you’ve changed  because I cannot stop caring about you

anyways so I drew this before I drew the stupid doodle I posted a few days ago, and just kinda saved it. Might colour it probably not I'm not sure.

Something about Milo just,,, not grasping the four years he has been dead because he was,,, y’know dead for it. And theres probably a point where he can’t just brush over things anymore. Life has changed without him, drastically so. Scott isn’t the same as when he died, and he will have to discover he isn’t the same either. Death changes you, whether you want to acknowledge it or not. He misses Maxwell, his loyal companion and hunting dog. He learns unceremoniously that he can’t be near water. His body remembers and he panics at the idea of just a bath. He has trouble drinking sometimes. It’s frustrating and disorienting but they persevere, and they can heal. I believe in them.

[saturfied]

i was showing my sister, 'the paradise of thorns' announcement of premiering at the tiff, and then i read out the full form she just went - "oh. i was confused what kind of .tiff format was it being released in-" di please😭✋️

[razzberrydazz]

Fuck it time to write exposition ramblings about my ocs via tumblr post read more. Starting with my girl Tiffany of course.

The royal portrait gallery, hall of ancestors

The Queen paced up and down the stone flooring in the hall of ancestors, brow furrowed with thought. Her echoing steps carry the weight of her conscience as each portrait on the wall regards her with impassive stares. The eyes follow. Each family portrait, each painting of monarchs past, each near identical face of Tiffany's predecessors judge her with their piercing pink eyes and stoic faces. Looking back at the portrait of her mother, her mother's mother, all the way back to the founder of their family, it's like looking into a cruel mirror of herself.

She knows that it's simply easier to stay stoic and rigid when posing for their family portraits; hours spent sitting or standing there for the painter takes a toll on the body. And yet, when it was her turn to pose for the royal portraitist, Tiff chose a pleasant expression. Though her clothing clung heavy on her body, and her cheeks creaked with pain from holding a grin, and her eyelids grew heavy, she pushed through so that her own portrait in the hall of ancestors would stand out from the rest.

Her footsteps stop in front of her own portrait, that playful gaze from the painting beckoning her to press on. It gives her hope. The paint is still drying, the oils take days and even weeks to fully cure, and so the glint in her portrait's eyes shine with a wetness not seen in the other figures. Seeing that she can still pull a smile onto her face, after all she's been through, it encourages her. There's still hope for the future.

The grim gaze of the dynasty's founder judges her from the other end of the hall. Atlantea, the first of the Mereign line, their universal ancestor, depicted in both painting and wall-spanning mosaic. Much history of their founder has been lost through the ages.

The family jinx, originally a decree from Atlantea that her descendants with her eyes would be worthy to rule, was taken to mean only those that look most like Atlantea should be heir to the throne. And thusly each portrait of monarchs past seem almost like clones of each other. A single stern face with piercing pink eyes has been passed down generation to generation. Practically a family tradition in itself to look like a mirror image of generations past. The things to change over the ages are the fashions and hairstyles, and their family creat warped a little more over each generation.

Staring at the mosaic of Atlantea now, Tiff reaches up to trace the tattoo of the family crest etched into her face. Her own crest misses several elements of the original design. It used to have markings on the chin, on the ears, on the neck. They got their crests as coming of age ceremonies. Their mother - or mother figure - applied the crest to their daughter from memory by referencing their own crest. An intergenerational game of telephone etched in heartstone-laced tattoo ink to each face meant to wear the crown. Tiff will have to do so with her own children one day, when they come of age. They'll need weeks, perhaps months of preparation, to do it properly.

Oh how she wishes she got the chance to do it properly with her own mother. Wishes she had the time to grow up, and have her own mom apply it, after having practiced the technique for months beforehand. But that's not how it happened, is it. No, it had to be rushed. Her mother murdered, assassinated, and only days of preparation made instead of the usual weeks of practice before the crest-giving ceremony. Given not by her mother, not even by a blooded relative, but by her godmother, a dragon, who barely had three days to practice the crest application technique before she was dipping the needle into the glowing blue heartstone ink to press into Tiffany's teenaged face. She forgot the ear elements, the chin, the neck. Only the forehead, cheeks, and nose made it into the design etched into Tiff's face.

Less than a week to prepare, and her godmother Cola pressed the needle too deep. Surely her very muscles under the skin were etched with the radioactive ink as well. The process was very painful, but little Tiff tried her damndest not to cry.

In vain, the tears still fell down her cheeks, but she remained still through the ceremony so as to not ruin the crest. Ink and blue blood ran down her face and mixed with the tears.

Nowhere near old enough for a proper coming of age ceremony, but to take the throne she must have her crest, as tradition demanded. Fruitless contrived traditions started by people who misunderstood their founder's decrees.

It's not like they knew how dangerous the heartstone was at the time, they had no idea what radiation was yet. And now she has chronic migraines and thinning hair to show for it. Taking it as a painkiller was the worst decision in her life, and she's not even the one who made it. Her father told her to take it, claimed it was from the royal physician. It wasn't, after all, but by then it was too late. Glad that bastard's dead and gone. But then why does he still plague her thoughts?

Sigh

Tiffany's wives tell her she dwells on the pain of the past too much. She dwells on the wrongs of the past, or the anxieties of the future, never in the present where she stands. Head stuck in the clouds, and the clouds roil with thunder.

Another set of footsteps enter the hall, echoing towards her. The sound brings her out of her ruminating.

"Tiff dear? Are you brooding in here again?"

Tiff turns to face her knightly wife, and forces a pained smile. It doesn't quite make it to her eyes, that shine just as wetly as the portrait on the wall beside her. Even with the smile in the painting, her eyes look so sad, both in depiction and reality.

"Alas, I have. You know me, always dwelling on the past, holding onto strings better left to fray. I simply wonder, what things would be like if they had gone differently."

"We cannot change what has already happened, not without grave consequences. Time marches forward, and so should we."

Tiff's wife Cassandra steps close to her, and offers a hand to lead her out of the hall of faces and bad memories. With one last glance at the ancient Atlantean mosaic, she takes her hand, and lets herself be led back to more pleasant company than the judgmental faces of her ancestors.

Even without that mosaic's eyes following her, she feels watched by the eyes of her ancestors. Sometimes it feels like Atlantea herself is staring over her shoulder, wishing she could have made a better decision. Perhaps she is, somehow.

Somewhere, Atlantea mutters 'I killed our goddess once, and you dared to bring her back to life. Did you never think to consider why she died in the first place? Some things are better off dead, and yet here you live.'

Somehow Tiff can hear her muttering, in the back of her mind.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Imagine:

The lost girls but they just wander the local mall running into every like scene person goth person gyaru, Y2k, and ultimately loving all of them because of their clothing style music taste etc and for dinner they just target the mfs that make fun of their little mall friends

I can totally see it!!! 😂 I think Kat would love that kind of style and how crafty/colorful it looks, Tiff would like it just cause of the cute babes and try to snatch some numbers.

[roboraindrop]

Sorry about f/o hopping like a fuckin madman rn but holy shit I'm so glad that Chucky is mine. I'm so devoted to this man... I want to kiss him more than anything rn

[featherisderp]

MS (Monster Serum) Tiff is just a big cat when she isn't being a menace.

Which means Meta has a new hat sometimes.