#too late to fix it now

[arbellas-bakery]

OUHHHHHH COLORES OUT OF LINES

[trinketbug]

I just wanna say. let the best viddy game guy win. blu3 looks amazing

peace among gamers

[kitsunagacha]

The outfit

That's all. Continue your day as normal

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

[vamp-bites]

I'll be your mirror, reflect what you are, in case you don't know

(I'll Be Your Mirror by Nico and The Velvet Underground)

[too-many-characters-man]

more dream characters

every time I draw from my dream it doesn’t end up looking good because I do it in such a hurry to not forget them.

anyways

In the dream I was mostly in the POV of Quent. I don’t remember what gender they were so we’ll go with whatever. They moved in with their older adoptive or half-brother, Konstantin. I think he lived by himself in this cluttered, kind of dirty house in the middle of the forest. He was implied to either have a slight hoarding issue or problems with executive functioning, because he mentioned that he wanted to clean up before Quent arrived but couldn’t muster the energy/strength to do so. 

There were also more brief appearances of Konstantin’s/Quent’s father and grandmother. Their father was apparently religious and brought Konstantin up on it, to his son’s own detriment. They didn’t have a good relationship. But Quent seemed to be some sort of theist. The grandmother was around a little bit when Quent was coming home from school, and helped the boys clean up after Quent complained about little dead bugs all over his mattress (to quote: Q- “I can’t even eat them! They’re long dead and probably have pesticides and bad stuff on them!”). Quent physically couldn’t sleep until his room was clean enough. He also had a magic cloud in his room, and it was so weird to experience the sensation of floating in this dream. It was strangely nice though. 

The next morning Konstantin took Quent to school in this old black car. But before leaving, Quent looked through this weird drawer for... something. I don’t remember what it was. But he didn’t find it. So Quent got to school, where he met up with this kid (I... assume they didn’t know each other before, despite how friendly and open Quent was with them). There was this group of other students making fun of the kid and calling them the r-word, to which Quent responded by threatening the person who said it. At first he (the person) tried to laugh the threat off, but Quent quickly managed to make him genuinely unnerved. Worth mentioning that both Quent and their friend were pretty much outright stated to be neurodivergent.

When Quent left school, they ended up being chased by these two or three kids. After narrowly avoiding being caught, they found the magic cloud and escaped using it. After this encounter, Quent wonders if he should carry a knife to school (yeah, ‘cause that would be a totally cool idea, Quent).

Also, speaking of the magic cloud, I remember Konstantin pulling Quent around on it. Leash kid moment

Then Quent was back at home, and if I remember correctly it was snowing. They also saw a long shack outside with grandma’s clothes hung up in it. Wondered if that was all her clothes in there. There were clothes in random closets, which turned out to apparently be for this group of teen girls and one boy. This group of teens spreads ghost stories about grandmama and lives in the closest neighborhood, though they meet in an old abandoned treehouse in the forest. 

At home, Quent holds his monkey toy as he watches this weird old vhs thing in their room at midnight. In conclusion, nobody in this house is neurotypical.

[to-shards-you-say]

miss when this lot actually got to have fun for once

[ping-ski]

eclipse and y/n are finally done!! (you can find EBY sun & moon here)

these refs aren't that much different from the old ones aside from small changes :3

(old) EBY DCA ref

(old) Y/N ref

[potato-lord-but-not]

Hai erm. Idk if I can say this bc it's TECHNICALLY patreon exclusive information, but if remember correctly Harlan doesn't particularly like Oscar. Like, as a character. UNLESS MY BRAIN IS LYING TO ME AND IM WRONG I don't want to put words into his mouth but I also don't wanna go through several hours of audio again to confirm.

I fucking knew it. Harlan. Harlan gripping you by the shoulders Harlan you can fix him he’s your character you can make him change for the better Harlan please give him a second chance

[quantumfeat72]

ok, on the subject of "what if siffrin really was an assassin." i feel like this siffrin wouldn't make the same wish as canon siffrin, for a few reasons:

while in canon, "i love my friends" is an easy-to-acknowledge fact about themself and "i sometimes wish time would just stop and we could live like this forever" is a selfish, shameful thing they try not to think about, in this au it's very much the other way around. (isn't it selfish, to think of someone you initially intended to kill, and the people who risked everything to support her, as your friends?)

also unlike canon siffrin, he doesn't even consider at this point that continuing to travel with his friends is a possibility (after all, they're going to find out tomorrow why he first approached the group. he'll be lucky if they're still speaking to him after that)

they don't have canon siffrin's thought that there's no need to add another "save vaugarde" wish to the pile, because a. this siffrin is already aware that wish craft is a thing, so it stands to reason that another wish could strengthen it, b. they know roughly how powerful the king is and that any edge they can get might make a difference, and c. the way they see it at this point, freezing vaugarde would save it

which is also why he doesn't wish for victory, or to stop the king. he's willing to acknowledge that part of him doesn't want that. he's convinced that the king is correct - the universe led him on this path, so it must be what the universe wants. so instead of going for a small, reasonable wish, he asks the universe to change course and listen to the vaugardians' wishes

but, i hear you ask, isn't this wish actually fulfilled by the king dying? where are the horrors?? and to that i say no, it comes back to the fact that siffrin is specifically thinking of what their friends want - for mirabelle and the others to get the futures they've been fighting for - under the assumption that it doesn't overlap much with what siffrin wants

and it's a bit more complicated, here, but his friends still want to keep him in their lives

[pileofpawns]

the ouppy @patricia-taxxon

[nimbusclan]

Moon 2

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“Moonpaw, wake up. We have to keep moving. Moonpaw.” 

Moonpaw mrrps in sleepy protest as she's jostled awake by her brother's paw digging insistently into her shoulder. She cracks one bleary eye open, momentarily disoriented by her surroundings. 

Right. They’re not at home. They don't have a home.

She stands, stiff from sleeping on bark, her muscles protesting as she arches her back and stretches her legs. The sun that slots into their log from an opening at the top paints the inside in streaks of rich reds and browns, so different from the cool, smooth stone she’s used to waking up to. She misses her moss nest fiercely in that moment, the weight of her grief threatening to overwhelm her, but she forces the feeling away with a shake of her head. There is no comfortable, warm nest for her to return to. Not now, not ever, and she needs to move on.

“Coming,” she mumbles sleepily, rubbing a paw against her eyes as Fogpaw turns and ducks out of the log. “How'd you sleep?” She stumbles out into the sunlight and shivers in the weak, earling morning newleaf air.

“I've certainly slept better,” Fogpaw mews, licking a paw and drawing it over one of his ears. “Best not to dwell on it. Breakfast first.”

Moonpaw nods, padding after Fogpaw as he weaves through the sparse mountain pines. She opens her mouth, scenting for prey, and sets her ears on a swivel to better hone in on the skittering of small paws through the bed of fallen pine needles that soften the cats' footfalls.

The breeze drifts the scent of mouse towards Moonpaw and her tail flicks up in excitement. She shoots a look Fogpaw's way and he nods and veers off in another direction, allowing her this hunt to chase his own prey.

Creeping forward, the words of her former mentor rings in her ears. Keep your paws light. Even so much as a scattered pebble will alert your catch to your presence. She never was able to complete her training and earn her warrior name, she thinks with a pang, but files that sadness away for later. She has enough information to know how to hunt, and she and Fogpaw will have plenty of time to practice now.

The mouse she's stalking shows itself, leaping onto the root of a tree, little whiskers twitching. Moonpaw waggles her haunches, preparing to launch herself at it, but as she leaps she slips on the loose pine needles underfoot and falls short of her catch. The mouse darts away and she lunges forward, hoping to snag it with a claw as it escapes, but it's too far from her outstretched paws and disappears into a hole in the ground.

“Star-damned trees,” Moonpaw growls to herself and sits back with a huff, her tail tip twitching. “Hunting on the mountain was so much easier.”

Prey continues to evade her for the rest of the afternoon. Squirrels run up trees, voles dive for cover under the leaf litter, and one particularly annoying chase after a songbird ends with Moonpaw landing in a puddle of mud.

She screeches with disgust, the bird long gone, and drags herself out of the mud to shake her fur. Her nose wrinkles in disgust at the state of her pelt. This is going to take ages to clean out of her white fur. Hopefully, Fogpaw is faring better with his hunt.

She follows her brother's scent trail to find him laden with mice, pawfuls of them at his feet. As he glances up and makes eye contact with her, the corner of his muzzle ticks up in amusement. “Rough hunt?”

“Do. Not,” Moonpaw huffs, eyeing his sleek, clean coat enviously. She drops herself next to him in a patch of sunlight and begins to groom her coat. Between mouthfuls of fur, she says, “we need to find someplace else on the territory to stay. This is no place for a mountain cat to settle.” She darts a pointed look at his small mountain of prey. “Except for you, maybe.”

Fogpaw mrrps a laugh and pushes a mouse towards her. “You can have some. I caught plenty.” He settles onto his paws and helps Moonpaw clear the mud from her fur. “I agree, though. I think we should look around the rockier places of our territory until we find a place that could work as a new camp.”

“A whole camp?” Moonpaw says doubtfully, tongue paused in her grooming. “I could settle for a couple of safe hollows in a rock. What do we need a whole camp for?”

“Rebuilding NimbusClan, of course.”

“Oh, Fogpaw–”

“No, Moon, seriously. I don't want to spend the rest of our days as rogues. I want–” he falters, eyeing her hesitantly before continuing. “I've always wanted a family, one like ours. Mom and Dad and us, it just… made me so happy, you know? I want that for myself one day.” He casts his eyes away from her, his shoulders hiking up around his ears, and Moonpaw knows he’s fighting back tears.

Moonpaw smiles gently at Fogpaw, her own eyes misting a little. “It made me happy too, Fogpaw. Makes me happy. They're watching over us in StarClan, I'm sure of it.” She curls her tail reassuringly over his back. 

“I'm sure they are,” He murmurs, resting his head against hers. “I miss them.”

“I miss them, too.”

They sit that way for a while, purring softly with each other as the newleaf breeze plays over their fur. Eventually, they tuck into the mice Fogpaw caught, and then curl together to take a nap in the sunshine.

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(Okay so yes I know moons are months and so far the timeline of the fic portions doesn’t exactly line up with that, but bear with me for the sake of storytelling purposes)

[ahhrenata]

I’m having an ‘oh’ moment while you bandage my hand, man

MY THOUGHTS FOR THIS ONE ARE IN THE TAGS :)

[arinmoss]

Astarion :3

[quuuueto]

Late tien day I guess...

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 201

So, Danny is definitely not running from a cop right now. 

He’s also not been de-aged to like, eight years old or something and is running from said cop after hitting him in the kneecaps after he got caught maybe stealing a tire. Jazz- currently like twelve- would be so disappointed if that was the case after all, ha… 

Oh Ancients both Jordan and Ellie (currently turned mini like he was) will laugh at him if he got caught and needed to be bailed out! He just needed a couple of tires to sell dangit! And no one would care if he stole a cop’s tires, this place’s police were all corrupt anyway if word on the street was to go by! 

Go away, he was just trying to get money for food dangit!