#uhhh briefly...

[egophiliac]

swipes everything else off of the table to yell about diasomnia flower bookmarks

(I gave Silver one too :D)

[meamiki]

some random reverse entry au [office + reverse isekai loop] drawings :thumbsup:

[mildly interested in this silly au? here is a link to scroll through for all the stuff i've made for it! i'll make a proper master post... someday.....]

[moeblob]

So it occurs to me that I posted most of their lore on my OC blog (though a few posts on here have the story info) and honestly I think it's very important to note that the entire reason a guy from Florida is recruited to help defeat the demon lord isn't him as the hero. His younger brother (by about ten years younger) is the Chosen Hero and... not very good at it. So the goddess (Solei) who had selected the hero has to begrudgingly go back to earth and convince his older brother to help save her world.

(Also Reynold admits to Solei that "Sascha could never be a bad influence. He's the best impulse control I've ever had" and she really doesn't like to hear it. That's terrifying.)

[nettlestingsoup]

at some point i should stop sharing incredibly chunky snippets but the best thing about editing is i get to add MORE EKKO

[real-sherlock-holmes]

PROFESSOR LAYTON AND THE LONG AWAITED DIABOLICAL BOX REVIEW????

Review sounds awfully formal its actually a code word for word vomit. But i don’t like that word.

Okay SO i actually started playing it on the train which someome pointed out is hashtag atmospheric which i totally agree on Professor Layton and I rolling through the fields of England together. Although i doubt he was going to Manchester of all places.

Anyways it was a fun little game but oh my god when don paolo kidnapped Flora. ONE i was flabbergasted how the fuck did he pull of being flora. They are totally different shapes. TWO WHERE IS THE JUSTICE FOR MY GIRL FLORA???? Like genuinely why would they even out her in the game if she just. Wasn’t going to be there. Very disappointed and from what ive heard i shouldn’t keep my hopes up for the next games. Which is delightful.

Dropstone was boring. Beluga is ugly. Folsense gave me the heebie jeebies. If i was in folsense i would cry probably its so scary for no reason. I liked the tea set. AND GODOT. My beautiful hamster they were SO mean to him calling him fat in five different ways 😭 okay back to the game.

anton my beautiful wife. TWIST AT THE END WAS CRAZY??? FYM THEY WERE ON HALLUCOGENIC GAS THE WHOLE TIMW?????? Like it’s not even a good twist that’s just a bit mad if you ask me??? Also he had SUCH a glow down but go off i guess??

Back to hallucinogenic gas. How were they all hallucinating the same thing??? Am i missing something here like i know the pictures were Supposed to influence what the saw but it was still a bit odd to me? I qont go too intp that though.

THE WHOLE THING WITH SOPHIA. She SO made it sound like there was another man she was seeing. Im all for supporting womens wrongs but i feel like this whole kerfuffle could have been avoided?

The butler in the castle is literally Clouse ninjago btw. I have decided that. Its canon now. that makes anton chen……. I can see it i guess….

WAIT. If Beluga is Sammy Thunders uncle who are his parents?????

TGE PUZZLES. The puzzles were good i guess. They were puzzling as puzzles often are.

okay uhm i think that concludes my thoughts thank you for listening 🔥

[horace-pokemon]

TOKIGOU VALENTINE'S DAY ONESHOT IS HERE

I SWORE I WOULD FINISH THIS ON MY SONIC BLOG AND I'VE FINALLY DONE IT. It's later than I meant for it to be, but with a big personal thing going on it took me a bit to get back to this wip, BUT ENJOY!!!

Shouting out the Tokigou server on here as well, especially @gouthepro for hyping this wip and process up so insanely much, they gave me the highest compliment I could've ever received just by slapping Tokio in the most gnc outfit ever.

BUT without enough chit-chat and filler out the way, please enjoy the writing to all my Tokigou lovers and enthusiasts! <333 MWAH happy late Valentine's Day to you all!

[mordremrose]

I’m just gonna write a little thing! A little thought for Bloom, nothing too intense, just so I don’t forget it!

1000 words later? Whoops

Writing below the cut, major spoilers for the end of Heart of Thorns and implied End of Dragons spoilers but nothing explicit from EoD :]

Bloom

“Kill me, Commander.” Trahearne could hear his own voice tremble, as horror overtook his dear friend’s face. Around them all, their friends— Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, Marjory, Braham— were exhausted. Worn thin by the fight against the jungle dragon, both physical and within the Dream.

“What? No! Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside.” The commander protested, their fingers curled around the hilt of Caladbolg.

“But I still hear its voice.” Trahearne looked down at his hands, twisted and blighted as they were. His body was not his— he was corrupted. It was only cruel fate that he had kept his mind this long. Or perhaps something more sinister.

“Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige… a terrible seed, planted deep in my mind.”

Trahearne’s hands curled into fist, as he took a deep steadying breath.

“You must kill me, Commander, before that seed grows. Before… before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost.”

He reached out now, hands on his friend’s shoulders. The tears streaming down their face broke his heart. He did not want this. He didn’t want to hurt them, to see them suffer so.

Trahearne wished there was another way.

“What is left of me can’t survive on its own, my friend.” He croaked, and felt the Commander tremble beneath his hands. Were they always so small?

“Strike now or—“

Against his will, a rage rose up. A sick bile that boiled in his stomach and burned through his chest as his mind lurched.

Through his mouth, Mordremoth spoke.

“I am the future! I am this world! You cannot destroy me!” The dragon roared, hands tightening around the commander.

“Run while you can!” It took everything he had left to force his fingers to uncurl, to release the commander even as the dragon wanted to tear them to shreds to be remade anew.

Caladbolg flashed in the corner of his eye.

“No!” The commander yelled. Strike true my friend! Trahearne wanted to yell. But he couldn’t, and his mind went dark.

There was no great explosion. There was no dying scream.

If you asked those present what happened, none of them gave any concrete answer.

Canach hesitated to answer, but would confirm that Mordremoth was no longer hounding his mind, or any of the sylvari.

All Rytlock would say was that the confrontation wasn’t pretty.

Caithe mourned Trahearne, in her quiet and melancholic manner, and asked not to push the matter further.

Braham would scowl, shake his head, and shove his way past, unwilling or perhaps unable to describe that final blow.

Marjory Delaqua, normally so elegant and clever with her words, who could see the twists of a plot before anyone else— when she was asked, she could only shake her head and reply ‘I don’t know’.

The Commander didn’t answer at all, because no one was able to find them to ask.

Eventually, researchers at the newly established lab of Rata Novus confirmed what the entire world held its breath to hear.

Mordremoth was dead. He had to be, to explain the slow steady trickle of magic escaping the jungle, supposedly as the dragon… decayed wasn’t the right word, but it conveyed the idea well enough. It was a slow death, they said, not quite the explosive reaction from Zhaitan, who had gorged itself on magic before its death, but a gradual decay. It changed things, about magic, about how the people of Tyria and the soon to be established Dragon’s Watch understood the flow of magic around and through the Elder Dragons. But it was dead.

It had to be.

He woke up. His body ached, as it always did, as he woke. A consequence of being too bigsmall. He stirred slowly, limbs stretching out and tail dragging behind. He had buried himself beneath massive vines this time, the weight of them both familiar and restricting. These conflicting sensations, the constant disagreement with himself… it was the only thing he could rely on. Even his name escaped his memory, although he could hear whispers of it on the edges of his mind.

Traherdremaneth.

It didn’t matter, really.

He moved slowly, not truly wanting to rise, but knowing he must.

He was something in between, and there was no stillness for him. No place of his own.

His one companion, if you could call it that, would be upon him soon. A dogged purserer, both a thorn in his side and a trusted ally, trailed behind him. For a time he thought they left him— and the feelings that had wrought left him stationary in a deep cave for nearly a week before they had reappeared.

He didn’t want them close, he knew that much, but they were one of the few things he had, a consistency. He couldn’t see them well, not with the distance between them, but he could always make out the broken blade at their hip. The one that made the scar across his chest ache.

He wondered what would happen if he let them get closer. Would they strike? Would they know him?

They were his enemyfriend. What would they make of him? Caution kept him at a distance from them.

The longer he was awake, the more memories he could half-remember.

The Orrian landscape stretches out before him and it reeks of his sibling, twisting beneath the dirt. The undead don’t notice him, not yet, and he can take a moment to look closer at the coral. It was neither alive nor dead. Not unlike himself and yet so different to him or anything he had ever encountered before.

He missed his siblings, their quiet talks among the then empty roots, among safe coils with their constant presence around him. They were too distant to feel or simply gone now and it unnerved him. This was wrong. Perhaps they could help him make it right.

There was one other thing, other than his sort-of companion and his unsteady roiling mind, that remained constant. And this was the true constant. A steady beacon, that he could not see or hear, but simply felt in a way that he could not describe. A magnetic sort of pull that had him orbiting closer and closer.

It drew him in, out of the depths and dark underbelly of the jungle and the cave systems, towards the strange golden stones, the elegant walls meant to keep out creatures that wished to destroy the beacon. He was not welcome there, not yet, even though he meant no harm. He just needed to be closer.

He didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew it.

[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...

[professionalbalbberer]

Sometimes when I’m rambling to someone about something I physically need to get out of my system, but I’m embarrassed about it & don’t actually want them to know about my thoughts, I talk so quickly they don’t know what I’m saying.

[8cfc00]

Hey! I just wanted to come in here and say that I really love your art! Your use of colour is always absolutely incredible and your art in general really inspires me! I hope you have a good day :]

thank you!! this was a really nice message to receive

the colours are truly all in the absurd number of adjustment layers i use lol. i'm just fucking around and finding what works... colours is one of the hardest but most rewarding parts of my process so its always so awesome to hear nice comments about it, makes the struggle worth it. <3

[kitteqq]

very awesome and normal motivational memes of 'can you stop fucking around'

[kxllerblond]

reading book? too much effort. sitting down and writing replies?? can't focus.

youtube rabbit hole of in-depth Barbie history and architectural design of dream houses and playsets? i got all da focus in da world baybeee!

[sunhop]

It's been two weeks, hi guys!

[boxofwaspss]

Opinion on Cream

im ngl i forgot i reblogged anything so i spent a whole ass minute wondering why you were asking me abou milk milk cream is ok btw also real answer, under spoilers cause i got a wittle salty LOL so if ppl dont wanna see they dont have to:

i love cream LOL i think it has a lot of potential and can be very interesting, can be either super wholesome or not and ain't that freedom of creation wonderful? I absolutely adore just, everything you can do with their characters and story lines, so much to work with. the only problem i have w Cream is only fandom wise! There's this huge issue w. like, people pulling what i call a "scared of gays".... as in, cross or dream (ngl usually Dream) is made a girl bc. lol. things ive heard: "being kind is a 'Feminine' trait" (yikes!! :(!), "im christian so one of them has to be a girl" (that's just homophobic dude stop. Also i've seen it where its like.. borderline transphobic too, would love to remind ppl that like.. gen/itals do not equal your gender and neither does your kindness. men can get pregnant, men can be kind loving ect ect and not be any lesser.)

Buttt thats all like, fandom stuff and not exactly the ship itself, so idk. just wanted to mention it since theres been a lot of it recently. overall cream is a 9/10

[bi-panic-at-the-disco]

wait a second is feeling guilty over not saying goodnight to your family before you go to bed because you feel like bad things will happen to them not a normal feeling/thought?

[jinglingeyes]

Jdjdjdjdj YOUR ART IS PRETTY AND THE WAY YOU COLOR IS SO NEAT /POS

Also @ tweet

LITERAL IN MY NOTES APP LMAO

V

very conflicted and confused GNC Unlabeled AFAB (who presents more masculine) Laios is about to get married before getting emotionally fed up with everything, (humans, parents, his sister be mistreated, feeling out of place/disliked, etc) decides fuck that mess, runs away at the alter, semi-catches up with Kabru and heads straight to the dungeon to explore. Whether anyone likes it or not! While Kabru tries to befriend and understand the person they slightly underestimated (thought was boring lol) and “under” observed. Falin is having fun adventuring only to receive news that Laios is gone/missing/left from thier parents and she is immediately off to find Laios with the help of her friends

as foretold