#uhhh what else. idk lol

[loverboy-ish-fr]

[cross-posted from the creative corner forums, link in rb]

1. milton, the mossy pohip

summary: the coliseum team - rosie, florence, and belvedere - spar with beastclans, and come up against a mossy pohip.

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Rosie clacks her teeth, gnashes at the air, making that wretched sucking sound with her tongue against the back of them. Her nerves, her anticipation, and Florence is more than understanding, but the sounds grate at his nerves and if she carries on for much longer there'll be a friendly-fire tussle about it. Belvedere will watch, nonplussed, possibly calculating whether it'd be worth it to patch either one up afterwards - should there be any wounds at all, that is, which is unlikely despite the aggravation.

"Rosie."

She pauses, eyes wide as she tilts towards him. She blinks once, twice, thrice, in rapid succession - the absolute picture of innocence.

"My dearest..."

"Ye-es, sweet Flori?"

She teases him, rotten Tundie. He lunges at her with a snap at the air near her face, and she laughs, giggles, half-stepping back. Crowds in closer, as though he's about to nip at her face, then-- drags his tongue flat across her face. Rosie splutters and laughs again, trying to get away.

"You do that on purpose, dear."

"Oh, sometimes!" Her grin is as wide as a summer's day is long: unabashed.

"You two should get ready," comes in Belvedere's even tone, "I see a couple of Deer getting bored."

"A throuple of Deer," Rosie 'corrects'.

"... yes... of course."

Rosie hums, pleased with herself, leading the way, and the two larger dragons follow suit.

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Wood Ear and White Rot Deer; Lilium and Petalmane Floron; Travelling Garden and Terra Tortoise; Rosaline and Buttercup Strangler; Fingi of Moonlight and Sage; Alstroemeria and Myosotis Foxes; Aspen Gall Dryad and Barkskin Watcher; Five-toed and Venomtooth Pilco; Frostbite and Sunbeam Dryard; Maned and Flora Cerdae; Palefoot and Ruffletail Tadhop; Grove Piper and Spotted Faun - all fought, all vicious, all for the sake of fun. Some were more willing to talk afterwards (but offered little in the way of contacting them again), others preferred to move on immediately post-spar.

And still, after a good long afternoon of sparring, Rosie still itched for another round. Belvedere was tending to a minor wound, and mulled it over, and Florence was in two minds about it: go home to rest, or finish with one last round, a flourish.

They agreed.

Such hubris granted them the audience of a Mossy Pohip.

"... Ah."

"Mm."

"..."

The Mossy Pohip grinned at them, lumbering closer to the coliseum clearing.

"Good evening, little hatchlings." The voice booms, low and bassy across the clearing, and he receives a muted chorus of 'good evening' in return. "Let us fight!"

Rosie nods, shaking, but still hoping for the best - whether they win or lose (and quite frankly, she's sure they'll lose), it should be fun.

The Pohip surged, a beast of such phenomenal power that it didn't matter if he was accurate or not, his attack still shook the ground and caused even Belvedere to tremble and waver. Rosie's Mana Bolt and Enfeeble was little use against him; both Florence and Belvedere's Scratching seemed to slide right off of the Pohip, barely giving him pause; Eliminate just about worked, but even then the Pohip never faltered. His jaws would come close, incisors large and crushing, as he'd sling a Mist Slash at either one of them, or cast Shroud to blind the two Arcane dragons, leaving Belvedere to flounder unassisted.

They lost, of course, with Belvedere being the last to collapse on his side, exhausted and on the verge of passing out; Florence was still clawing at the ground, despite being so winded, and Rosie had already lost consciousness, limp on the ground. The Guardian watched as the Pohip came closer, apparently wanting more from his winning.

"I must say, little hatchlings," he boomed again, only just causing Rosie to stir with a groan, "you all gave quite the fight, but I have won, and so must collect my prize."

Prize? Belvedere frowned; this was all for the sport of it, there was no prize.

"And I must say... I am rather... hungry."

Oh. Oh no. The Guardian struggles, manages to skitter backwards, only bearing both Florence and Rosie in half a mind, hoping the Pohip focuses on him rather than his wards (his friends), even when his heart is hammering away in a panicking hummingbird rhythm. He doesn't get far, too exhausted, and the Pohip too persistant even if he wasn't. His breath hitches as the Pohip gets closer, jaws wider again, teeth glistening with saliva, closer, closer, closer--

Then the Pohip pulls back, holding his head aloft and his mouth now mostly closed. Hm?

"But... I am a... vegetarian." Then the Pohip grins, and laughs, and it is as booming as his talking voice, so much that Rosie claps a paw over her ear, and it disturbs nearby birds from their resting places.

"A good fight from you all! What a good fight!"

He stays for a little while as the three dragons recuperate some, allowing Belvedere to rest against him. Tells them his name is Milton, and it's more than even the friendliest of previous sparring 'enemies' had given, so they lean into idle chatter for an hour: chatter about preferred climes; talk of ideal holiday destinations; favourite vegetables and fruit; Milton mentions a crush on a Flowering Pohip called Florentina.

When the three are able to stand without wobbling, Milton bids them a goodnight, and they the same to him. On the way home, they consider whether or not to fib a little - say they won every fight, yes even against a Pohip. Rosie decides against it, deciding a little humility for one's hubris - her own, no-one else's (although Florence would call it arrogance) - would be worth it.

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can't end these things satisfactorily enough to save my life lol but anyway this was a fun little exercise :^)

[ghxstoll]

[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that “all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.

[quantumfeat72]

But unlike you, who gave up on your wish, and almost destroyed the world in the process...

I gave up on my wish, and destroyed myself.

[shunshuntaiga]

Rufus Remore in gold eyeliner, I wish I could remember who said he'd play with make-up if they had it in Pallimustus, so I could credit you for my brain rot😭 so if you're out there let me know!

I thought I remembered it saying he wore silk robes at some point, so I gave him one of those ridiculously fancy dressing gown style ones, like he's getting ready in the morning lol

[jay-sketchin]

Screenshot redraw that was just supposed to be one of multiple quick sketches to figure out shapes but now it’s whatever this is.

Bill Dickey Eltingville Club has infested my brain for the past two weeks and refuses to pay rent, someone get me out of this hell /j

[soupmanspeaks]

Michael Ao3 author AU walk with me here

"hey guys sorry I havent posted much on the Immortal and the Restless fic, I had to do this one errand my father sent me on, its actually a funny story; my dead sister actually possesed this big robot clown that killed her, and I had to like, put her scattered parts back together again, it was a whole thing, but yeah, her murder AI kind of just took over and she tricked me into being a meat suit, so that kind of sucked, and im actually organless atm, so sorry for slower updates, but it is what it is yk"

And then wayyyy later "heyyyyy what's up superstars, sorry for the long hiatus, my soul got put into a robot bear, but that's all taken care of, so chapter 27 soon :3"

[callmeplutoz]

🎉:"In half broken japanese I wrote to U!!1!!"

They sang the whole entire song to him :D

Yey

[squuote]

cut my face up

[mafuaato]

thank you for coming home on my first pull, steven. i love u and ur snazzy god suit.

heres the sketch, which is literally just one of the doodles i was doing to keep my hands busy while talking 2 a guest we had over 2day. unfortunately it got out of hand :'). also bonus submas and my dog looking pathetic, bcos he kept trying to push my ipad off my lap while i was trying 2 draw >:(

[therenaissancedungeonmaster]

Things I have learned about Tumblr dot com from my ISAT fanart that should be pretty obvious in hindsight. Tumblr:

Has a large population of chronically ill people who are very happy to be seen AND

Loves memes

[i-may-be-an-emu]

me: I wanna do something productive.

brain: no

me: but I want to and I have time and kind of have energy and I actually need to be doing things because it’s important stuff

brain: still no

me: well can I write or draw or something then

brain: nope, cause you’re meant to be being productive?

me: but you said I couldn’t be productive??

brain: yeah

[ghxstoll]

[ferberus-skull]

hi btw i'm trying to get a couple of my skins through the new system. so if anyone is interested in a copy of star breather (700g) or love-struck feline (500g) lemme know!

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

XI.

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Author's note: Another day, another chapter! Enjoy :] xoxo

Tenth chapter

Masterlist

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You fell down with a thud again. Your limbs ached, your ass ached, your lip was cut. You got up with a grunt and Ekko chucked dryly.

"Again."

He was watching a from a safe distance as you stood up on a hoverboard, which you learned were the devices the Firelights flew on. The machine started to shake again, becouse of your inability to keep balance. You moved your feet to the stance you saw them use, or at least tried to recreate it as much as you could, and leaned slightly. The hoverboard started to fly with you slowly, you tried to stop it. And your ass hit the ground again.

You sighed and let your body lay limp on the hard ground. Footsteps approached you, Ekko was looking down on you with a entertained grin. He offered you an arm, which you gladly accepted and he pulled you up. It reminded you of Vi's training a little. Yet it was so different. You felt stupid, it normally didn't take you this many attempts to get a grip on something.

"This is worthless."

You muttered to yourself, but maybe a little too loud and Ekko heard you.

"You said that you would do anything I wanted you to, if you got time to learn. Don't disappoint me."

Yeah, real pep talk. You scoffed.

"I just.. It normally doesn't take me this long to learn."

Ekko shook his head.

"If you'd let me show you how, it'd be quicker."

You stepped up again, this time, Ekko was standing on another hoverboard in front of you, offering you a gloved hand to keep balance, you took it hesitantly.

The device wasn't shaking now, you learned to keep steady a little, after a lot of attempts and a lot of falls. Ekko shifter his feet, his stance vastly different from the one you used. You repeated the action, mirroring his stance. He then shifted his weight and his board started to move, you did so too, but somehow your board moved backwards. You panicked and held the boys hand harder, making you fall of your device and get dragged slightly.

"Sorry."

You said and got up again, your arm and the left side of your face were slightly scraped.

"I've ever seen someone be sorry for getting hurt but sure."

He replied with his head slightly tilted. You felt your face with your hand and then looked it over too.

"You good?"

"I'm fine, let's try again."

You said with a determined face and went over to the hoverboards again, but he grabbed you by your arm, stopping you.

"I think I've seen enough for today."

"I can do better."

You turned your face to him and furrowed your brows. He rolled his eyes and let go of your hand, turning his body to face you.

"Sure you can."

He folded his arms and raised his eyebrow. You turned your whole body to him, your face hardened.

"I do."

He sighed and shook his head, chuckling a little.

"Aight, let's do it differently then."

"Differently?"

"You'll see."

[artsyfartsyartblog]

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