#tumblr mobile is so weird

[arcanegifs]

30 CaitVi Season 2 Tumblr Mobile Gif Headers (download link)

Showcase of some of the headers:

‼️ DO NOT DIRECTLY SAVE THESE FROM TUMBLR ‼️ The headers on Tumblr are compressed. They won't look good if you save them here directly. They're only here for a preview. Please view and download them all from Google Drive instead. Download Link: (HERE)

Some more notes:

There are 30 basic gif headers in the gdrive for you to choose. Please like/reblog if you do use them.

If you don't know how to upload a mobile header, you can find my guide here.

PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR BLOG BACKGROUND IS WHITE or BLACK (depending on the bottom header effect). Else, the header effect will look off.

DO NOT RESIZE THE HEADER WHEN USING THEM. It will look wonky. Just click "done" after you upload them.

You can find a masterlist of all my Tumblr mobile and Discord headers here. I'll update the masterlist with these new season 2 headers when I'm more free.

Credit is not necessary, but highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

[why-the-heck-not]

today very much wasn’t as cozy as the pictures of it, but let’s pretend it was

[saltylotuz]

rinpana wedding for a @/joseiforaction donator on twitter 🕊️

[outofcontextdanandphil]

Handshakes compilation 🤝

[bishicat]

Okay, um, hi! Thank you for this!

Kind of a weird one for the free art requests... but any chance you could do a lil sketch of River Ward holding a chicken?

Ask and ye shall receive~

[vlarelythere]

Stealing his breath away~ Or giving it back, up to your interpretation if Danny is a benevolent mer, saving poor drowning Vlad or maybe Danny is the reason for drowning him, who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[quirkle2]

[zombie au] yeagh

[daily-smol-silm]

Do you have designs for Glaurung or Ancalagon? I’d love to see them if so :))

(Also here’s mine for Glaurung, I wanted to submit but for whatever reason tumblr didn’t wanna let me ;-;)

Description: “Tiny” Glaurung sitting like a goofy, mischievous cat in a golden/light brown pencil

:OO BABY!!!! BABY DRAGON!!!!!

Sadly I do not have any dragon designs as of yet. HOWEVER. I do have these little guys.

Meet Ben and Greg, aka Glaurung and Angcalagon.

[waywardstation]

Since Arceus took her to complete the first Pokédex I can also seeing her having some interest in that as well. Also with contests also comes a keen eye for Pokemon and can pick up certain behaviors and write them down.

That she’s got a lot of talent battling is also something Arceus has possibly sensed.

Perfect for the task at hand!

Makes me wonder if she could beat Champion Lucas after returning home. 🤔

In regards to the previous ask (which I wish I could link but I cannot, apologies)

Yes, yes!! I do like to think that Akari’s experience with coordinating influences a lot of things she does and how she thinks. Unfortunately that isn’t shown in most of my published work as of now, as I hadn’t really committed to this idea until later on, but I do have upcoming fics where it expresses stuff like this.

Like one scene I have for an unnamed WIP expresses Akari is interested in fashion, as she liked getting to dress up in contests, but has had to put that interest aside to focus on her work in Hisui.

But you are correct! Arceus sees the potential. Watching/participating in contests and keeping Pokémon at their best for years has trained Akari to be observant — to consider a Pokémon’s strengths and weaknesses, their moves and how they can be uniquely utilized, and their general condition/behavior to make sure they’re well maintained and healthy. That’s valuable to do when doing survey work! Arceus was like that’s good enough, you’ll catch on with the battling as you go haha.

And hmm, I would say by the time she would return back home, she could certainly keep up with Lucas better! Not every battle would come out with her winning probably, but she would be much, much better at that point! Returning home with a team of hardened, barely-domesticated Hisuian Pokémon would help a lot too lol.

[skzluck]

STRAY KIDS "ATE" - M/V TEASER 2

[koboldfactory]

I think it’s really funny that, while it still sucks major butts and has plenty of problems of its own, tumblr is like. Currently the most “functioning” social media webbed site. Twitter and Reddit are disintegrating as we speak, Facebook is full of 60 year old conservatives, and Instagram hasn’t been Instagram for years now.

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: ↳ "So was I. I was angry, just like you. I led us across this bridge, thinking things could change. If I hadn't… your parents would still be alive. I know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they've done to us. But who are you willing to lose? Mylo? Claggor? Powder? Nobody wins in war, Vi."

[lylahammar]

I'm ngl, I had completely forgotten the original ptarmigan post LOL I just love them so much that I had to send them. fun fact: I design a christmas/holiday card every year and this year's card features a rock ptarmigan sitting on a tinsel nest with ornaments as 'eggs'! anywho, since I accidentally sent a duplicate, here's a bonus birb of the day: roseate spoonbill! dinosaur looking ass motherfuckers if you ask me (extremely affectionate)

Oh no it wasn’t a duplicate, I just reblogged a picture of a ptarmigan once and that’s what got ppl started talkin about birds in my inbox! That holiday card sounds so lovely though 🥰

I love spoonbills!! I just love a big pink bird, flamingos are some of my faves and the spoonbill is like their weird cousin 💗

[metal-mum]

I'm not a writer. I made this awhile back and wanted to add a sketch to it. Just a lingering idea that'll be fleshed out in the future.

You ever get possessed and write something at one in the morning off a whim, even though you can't write, proof read it once and fall asleep right after? Yeah.. that

The sun was just below the horizon by now, the clouds overhead covered in extravagant pinks and golds. Such a sight wasn’t rare, but nevertheless breathtaking. Softer brush shook in the breeze, their leaves making just enough noise to be heard above the sounds of chaos within the valley.

War wasn’t uncommon for many worlds; after all, most disagreements between short tempers led to conflict. Words and thoughts are hard to express, but tying others into such pettiness was always baffling. Protection is one thing, but invading is another. Most people often lost themselves in war. 

Anxieties feed into fear.

Fear creates delusions.

Delusions cause insanity.

Insanity leads to madness.

Madness leads to hopelessness.

Yet even as the sky dimmed from softer hues to burning reds from the flames and smoke, there was still hope. There was always hope. The hope of things getting better. The hope of whatever war this was coming to a stop. Hope that people would see each other once more. Simple things, but hope nonetheless.

Above the distant roaring fires and the noise of the brush in the breeze, a much louder, familiar sound made itself present. It was like ice shattering upon a frozen lake, a noise that could be alarming, but still appealing to the ears.

“Enjoying the view?” the hopeful light said from close by, a voice surprisingly gentle for a being who had fought countless times on countless worlds, still retaining a young innocence.

“As always…” the opposite quietly replied, its voice gruff from smoke and age.

The two beings knew the routine by now, their endless dance that neither party seemed to enjoy anymore. Perhaps it was fun at first, but the two knew each other well now. The only deciding factor was how hopeful those who lived upon the planet were.

“You know,” the light began, the gentle metallic clink of their flesh signaling their approach. “It’s not like you to surrender, even if the fight is in my favor.”

Sitting down next to their opposite earned a possibly amused huff from it.

“Nay, not surrender. I will gladly fight if that’s what you seek. However, you and I both know this world isn’t hopeless…”

Adjusting its position allowed for a much more comfortable posture, lying within the small brush while staring at the star-blotched sky.

“Sounds like surrender to me. Not that I mind, I don’t have any new tricks.”

“Disappointing.”

“Hush. I know you think the same.”

The two fell silent for a long while, watching the flames of the valley town grow and the shouts increase. The noise was unsavory compared to the environment, and the smell was even worse. While one was used to such horrid smoke and the burning of flesh, the other had always fought to prevent this from happening.

Yet just as flames could grow, they also dwindle. Screams of horror died down to shouts of orders—commands to help each other, to extinguish flames, to get the injured to safer locations, to save others' livelihoods and homes. It was inspiring to see such small beings so compassionate when things appeared so bleak.

The light glanced at their opposite, who had been resting here for some time now, judging by the dent in the plants. It stood out like a sore thumb in a world so green, the red of its carapace like a beacon on a dark, foggy night, or maybe more like a dimming lighthouse on the shore’s edge. That sounded correct to them, at least.

“We… we could just stop,” they abruptly spoke up after so long, yet the other didn’t even twitch.

“Stop?” It replied rhetorically, looking at the light’s golden flesh for the first time in this encounter.

“We don’t have to fight. We don’t have to go to every world that has an imbalance of hope. So many seem to be able to fix themselves from the ground up, even if you win.” Adding emphasis to the claim with an outstretched golden gauntlet, gesturing towards the dying flames.

“I didn’t win.”

“Stop being so literal for once! Surely you want more with your life.”

“And you?”

“Of course, yes. Constantly trying to stay in pristine condition to battle you, it’s exhausting. Time-consuming—”

“You’re young, Acacius. You want to live a life worth living.”

“I… yes. Don’t make it sound so selfish, though…” The light sighed, crossing their legs with quiet clanks and using a closed fist to prop their head up.

A rare noise came from the beast Acacius sat beside, a chuckle that was sincere and full of understanding.

“Selfish for living… hmph. That’s a new one.” It thought, clearly finding such a comment amusing.

“Yes, selfish. What would you do without me?” The light shot back while pointing at the red beast, almost close enough to sternly poke the armor upon its side.

Though the question seemed to have gotten to it, the beast was unable to find a witty response in turn.

The fires in the valley were fully extinguished, allowing darkness to envelop them both. The stars shone brighter, and the galaxy slowly showed off her true colors. The cool air was welcome, and the stench of flesh and flames was no more, replaced with earthy scents and the moisture in the air.

The beast took in a deep breath of the fresh air and slowly rose to its four spindly legs, looking back out at the horizon. Clearly, it had no reason to be here, for as long as there was hope, there was something left for this world. Acacius stayed seated, however, and watched their old nemesis slowly begin to move toward the ravine it had originally left behind.

Nemesis? Did they really think that?

“Hellbeast—” they started, slightly perturbed when said Hellbeast let out a low, scratchy groan. “I mean it. About… stopping.”

Pausing in its slow tracks, it turned back to face the light, who was getting up themselves now. Such a proposition was tempting, but was that what it wanted too? Truth be told, it didn’t know what it wanted in life, far too involved in this current one to change paths. Perhaps it was being the selfish one.

“And would you live your life? It’s in your blood to rush towards those who need hope.”

“Just as it is yours to crawl towards the hopeless.”

A huff from the Hellbeast let Acacius know they had it stuck in the argument now.

“We both have our duties, but… perhaps we should only heed them when it’s dire. Every squabble of possible hopelessness can’t keep resulting in us clashing. Even Solomon was smart enough to—”

“He had other priorities.” It interrupted, voice slightly raised and flat with the response.

“Right… but you get my point.” They spoke softly in turn.

“I want to explore the vastness that is out there, to see landscapes unfathomable. You’re getting old and,” they couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I’m feeling bad for beating up an old man.”

Without caution or care, Acacius raised their golden gauntlet, outstretched for the Hellbeast to take.

“So, how about that? Not necessarily peace, but a truce. To only fight and meet when hope is truly being challenged, and to live our lives a different way.”

Staring with empty eyes, the beast kept its clawed hands close. It was impossible to tell what it thought; the permanent frown acted as a very good mask for such things. Yet the flick of a tail, a twitch in a finger, told the light all they needed to know before it even reached for their outstretched hand.

“I suppose I can live with that.” The Hellbeast quietly said, firmly grasping the golden gauntlet.

The two opposites would end up coming to an agreement after years of instinctual turmoil, both staying loyal and true to the words spoken that night. While one had a full life ahead of them, the other didn’t know how much sand was left in the hourglass.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Mods are asleep, post Valery in his suspenders

[linabirb]

going from my previous theme to this one feels like switching from a dark mode to a light one or something