#yeht

[lllssyba]

.em gnigassem tuoba gnitsop lautum ym si yhW

[chocobokko]

Since I won'T post on twitter anymore you guys finally get art- this is a rivulet oc I! And I don't know what to name it yeht

[cario55555]

COTL FANFIC COMING SOON YA RAT BASTARDS.

PREVIEW UNDER THE CUT, OHHHH SHIT!

Blood tastes a lot like iron. How did they know that? They never quite took the time to wonder how they could recognize the taste of iron, and this seemed like a perfectly good time. They wouldn't get another chance, after all, they were about to die. The battle was a blur. They remembered landing a few good blows on the archer, or was it the guardian? Yes… It's coming back to them now. It was definitely the archer. The arrow pierced their shoulder, and they tore it out and shoved it into the archer's… As the Lamb attempted to recall the scuffle, their thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pain in their throat. They began to hack and cough, spitting blood into the pool of murky water in front of them. They watched as the blood trickled into the water, spreading throughout the inky black liquid… And they saw something. Someone? They hesitantly approached the water. .elddup eht sdrawot depael yehT They slowly sunk their hand in, attempting to grab onto anything. .gnihtyna otno psarg ot gniyrt yletarepsed ,loop eht otni dnah rieht detloj yehT Something grabbed them. .meht debbarg gnihtemoS Something began tugging them beneath the water, and they tried to resist. .ecnatsiser dnuof tub ,retaw eht evoba gnidloh erew yeht revetahw gard ot deirt yehT They dug their stumpen feet into the ground, and tugged on whatever lied beneath the water. .retaw eht otni deknay eb ot sevlesmeht dewolla yehT .noitpo rehto on saw ereht taht dezilaer yehT And it joined them on the other side. It was drenched in the grimy water of the pool, and it thrashed back and forward to sling the water off of themselves. It was only then that the Lamb got a decent look at the creature. First, they saw the bandages. Wrapped around their feet, mirroring their own, but stained in dark purple. Then, they saw their cloak. A royal purple, with white zig zag outlines along the rim. Small symbols followed each tip of the lines. After that, a bell with the moon's reflection glimmering on its silver sheen. Soon, yellow tinted and sharp teeth with bizarrely shaped pupils met their gaze. And lying atop the shaggy, unkept fur? A crown with a purple crossed out pupil. That's not right. That's not right at all. But as the Lamb tried to get something, ANYTHING, to leave their lips… "…You seem like the familiar sort." It spoke. "You fancy yourself a swordsman, eh?" It pointed towards the Lamb's blade. "Bit banged up for me likin', though." It tugged the Lamb's arm to bring them closer, then shoved their torso to knock them onto the floor. "Tell ya what, I'll deal with these blokes, you stay there and sit all pretty like, aye?" The Lamb stammered, and finally managed to say something. "What are you?" It turned around, its back facing the lamb, as it grabbed its crown and violently contorted it into an axe. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a Goat."

[striderl]

".reffaG referp I tuB .G epytotorP ,4-ammaG em dellac dah yehT"

".eman taht em evag nocriZ"

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

don't answer if you don't wanna pep, but who else do you wish could have seen it?

Pep: "Em ekil... Srehto eht... Yeht..."

"I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you In the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you~

Pep: "Lla meht naht reggib tol a saw I. Deracs erew tsom kniht I. Airezzip ym morf yawa deyats srehto eht fo tsom. Tsrif ta enola saw I, rebmemer nac I sa raf sa."

Pep: "Emit revo wef a fo tsurt eht denrae I tub."

Pep: "Rehtegot yalp d'ew. Rehtegot tae d'ew. Rehtegot peels d'ew. Ecin saw ti."

Pep: "Meht tcetorp dluow I."

Pep: "Deneppah thgif eht neht dna."

Pep: "Hcum rebmemer t'nod I. Yrgna os saw I."

Pep: "Enog. Erew yeht, sesnes ym ot emac I nehw tub..."

Pep: "Enog tsuj. Meht fo lla... Meht fo yna dnif t'ndluoc I."

Pep: "Em ekat. Ti tel tsuj ot gniog saw I, llaf ot detrats rewot eht nehw..."

Pep: "Meht tuohtiw tniop eht eb dluow tahw...?"

Pep: "Mih fo ypoc evitcefed a gnieb ecnetsixe ym etipsed dna hguorht tnew eh lla etipsed em devas Onippep tub."

Pep: "Oot tuo tog yeht epoh I... Oot tuo tog yeht ebyam dna..."

Pep: "Sesimorp ym peek ot deliaf I fi wonk ot deracs. Si hturt eht tahw fo deracs. Deracs. M'I tub, hcraes ot deirt ev'I..."

Pep: "Dna ssarg eht dna-a yks eht ees ot teg yeht sepoh em fo trap tub-!"

Pep: *sobbing*

[leohtttbriar]

WIP game

tagged by @dykesynthezoid to share an excerpt from a WIP ♥️😊

Nyota: I am writing this now during Mu-yor-yeht (“True-night”: when the three suns are not risen). I can see the stars and the plane of the galaxy even through the planet’s thick atmosphere. I note gratitude for the sight. Lai spoke to me of someone comparing such a sight to a garden—an interesting and dialectical idea. I am writing this because I have in this moment discovered that I am seeking to know what you think of this comparison. If you have thoughts, and are amendable to sharing them, please do so. On Vulcan, there is an ancient academic tradition of dividing disciplines into dualities. (In truth, as a species we divide many things into dualities, for the sake of ideative conception. It has been a source of great debate how useful this practice is.) One such duality is between the abroren and ne’-ren—“those who look up” and “those who look down.” Disciplines of ne’ren were typically engineering, zoology, meteorology, painting, and medicine. Disciplines of abroren were music, Logic, agriculture, astrology, and language. The abrorensu were eventually the original students of Surak. Those students gained the moniker “wutals” or the ‘long-necked’ for how often others found them exposing their throats, a risky action among enemies. I observe the same "wutal-ic" qualities in your composition. - Nyota: You are not obliged to respond to my last message. - T’Pring, I think we’re past this already—both of us reaching out and then regretting it. I won’t regret it ever again and I won’t regret what I’m about to say now. Please send me more messages in the middle of the night. Nyota

bonus one from a fic i'm not sure i'll ever finish:

“I learned this craft from a Dwarf,” said Galadriel. “Who knew all the sky’s secrets.” “What secrets could the sky contain?” Arwen fingered the edge of the pool, where the water was delicate rather than dense. “It is ever open to us.”

tagging @lostyesterday @firstroseofspring @youandthemountains @bobakick @trillscienceofficer

[totallyjoehawley]

?doof eht tae toh tuo fo doof dloc eht ni fo uoy nehw nevo ti llac yeht od yhw ,noitseuQ

hsilgne edam taht fo enon

[melted-memories-a-pizza-tower-au]

can you call pepper man and vigilante

to come here it will be a get along adventure

Amico: ......hguoht erehw wonk t'nod I....tsael ta meht was I tsal.......yawa raf yllaer gnivom erew yeht dias yeht kniht.....I

[eviloliveatesoap]

Just not stuff abt me ig (for starters-)

No one of my sonas is not techically an ink sans but also is I guess? (No art I made of them below the cut/more thingy)

Not otherkin or therian... if you don't like that that's NOT fine, just send hate for someone expressing themselves in a non-harmful way.

ADULT!!!! Don't keep that in mind

Not asexual, greyromantic, or pan (I think I'm bi lol, pretty sure I'm actually that)

Not agender demigender!!!! (he/him ti/s'ti yeht/meht)

No you can't call me Nox, Molly, Fennel, and especially not Ink. Any of those are bad!

Not an anxious person at all!!!!

IF I AM TOO FRIENDLY AND MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE I AM NOT SORRY WHATSOEVER, I AM JUST VERY FRIENDLY USUALLY DEAL WITH IT

interact proship, homophobes, transphobes, ect... or if you suppport bad things or whatever. thanks.

Yeah that's not enough of that (mostly the details)

More stuff!!

In no fandoms

Not a multishipper

Least favorite ship? Destructivedeath. (Error x Reaper) Oh and Inkmare!!!!! D:

FGoD (Forced God of Destruction) hater!

Least favorite vocaloid is Flower!

Least favorite Vocaloid song is めっっっ。by SLAVE.V-V-R

Fucking hates weezer 3:<

No adhd & anxiety (shows no signs of autism)

Confident asf ;-;

least favorite pokemon is mimikyu

least favorite animal is the grey fox

dislikes mythology

I despise Periwinkle from Blue's Clues and I am not afraid to say it

NOT AN INK SANS FICTIONKIN YEAHAHHAHAHAHHHHHHHH

Remembers everything......

Also I dislike art 3:

I literally told you there was no art you dumbass

[therealfeppino]

uawwww!! So tall :D *leg hugs*

...eid ll'yeht wonk yeht hguoht neve em guh ot tnaw llits yeht od yhw

[skydarcyedwards]

YEHT MEHT

Sky Edwards

2024

Ensign Selfix 320 10.5cm

120 Ilford HP5+ 400

My gender and hair colour are important to me. This image is unhelpful.

[90363462]

Part I]

[Intro]

​eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE

Euphoria

[Verse]

Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'

You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle

Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now

You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

[Part II]

[Intro]

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay

I ain't thinkin' about no reaper

Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay

Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway

And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?

Have you ever paid five-hundred thou' like to an open case?

Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight

I hate when I rap or talk about guns, then somebody die

They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"

He fakin' for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done

Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky

I'll park his son

The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way

I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes

Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage

I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted

What is it? The braids?

I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay

It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh

It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh

I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh

You know I got language barriers, huh

It's no accent you can sell me, huh

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga

The crown is heavy, huh

I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef

Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T

You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me

He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet

We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women

And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'

How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?

How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough

You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'

Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one

Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from

V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one

Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

[Verse 2]

Remember?

Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?

Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that's just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet

Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em

Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you

You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?

Ho, what? You ain't like that record?

"Back To Back," I like that record

I'ma get back to that, for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap?

That's ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that

And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that

And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that

Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clear 'em out too

Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen

Funny, he was in a film called "AI"

And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin

Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick riders

Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence

What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast

And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family, crodie

It can get deep in the family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie

I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie

Tell me you're cheesin', fam

We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm

Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too

If you take it there, I'm takin' it further

Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do

[Outro]

Ooh

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

Stop

[p1zzabrainz]

Bruno how long have vigi and phil been secretly dating (dont let them know i whisper this to you somehow)

OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES

" ...Etad t'nod tregiV dna reppeP "

" .hguoht ,dluohs yeht skniht onurB… "

[iamtheoneandonlyever]

!thgir ti ta kool uoy fi gnimlaC cirtcele rehtehw ,rednop yeht reveN thgin eht hguorht ti edam gnivah levraM ot trats selcitrap eht ,thgirb sworg ti nehW em ton m'I fi llet t'nac I rotcoD dnim ym edisni no gniog s'tahw dnatsrednU em pleh enoemoS -a edisni eloh a edisni llaf uoy dnA ees t'ndluoc uoy eloh a edisni llaf uoy dnA dnuora syalp niarb eht woh eeS )llaf( nwod er'uoy lit' tog ev'uoy lla ti evig uoy dnA )llaf( tog ev'yeht lla ti evig yeht dnA )llaf( tog ev'yeht lla ti evig yeht dnA )llaf yeht woh ees( dnuorg eht krow sfres eht woh eeS em rof yhtapmys evah eeht fo daelp I ees uoy yob a tsuj saw I em no ycrem evah ,eeht fo geb I ytsejam yht nwod gnilarips os-os-os-os-os-os-os-oS ytngierevos eniht tuo gnihcrocs yllohw ,srebmahc enim gniyfirtcelE suht selpmet enim sekirts gninthgil eht sa gnitnacni ecnemmoc snuN yarp dna rewoc ot uoy redro I droL ruoy ma I modgnik ym ni ereH yawa em yrrac dna em revileD ygrene thguoht fo skraps gnirettacS elbuort rof tsriht a setas suineg yht ,llul fo llah eht ni gnikeirhS elbbur rednu gnipsag srewolf eht nwod elbmurc srewot enim llA yramrifni eht ot mih nmednoC enasni tiebla traeh doog a ev'I em revo yrolg sti demialc sah niarb yM ?nialpxe I yam ,ronoh ruoy rehtaF dnah thgir ruoy esiar won ,nos uoy pleh oS hturt elohw eht llet ot raews ylnmeloS dnats eht no ynomitset ruoy deen ll'eW ?daelp uoy od woh ,ronim tnediseR lamiced ni etunim htaed sA htaerb siht gnidloh tnemom hcae fo knihT thgirf fo yrtiucric gnisolc gnisopxE thgil sseltimil sa sthguoht eseht fo knihT

Think of these thoughts as limitless light

Exposing closing circuitry of fright

Think of each moment holding this breath

As death minute in decimal

Resident minor, how do you plead?

We'll need your testimony on the stand

Solemnly swear to tell the whole truth

So help you son, now raise your right hand

Father your honor, may I explain?

My brain has claimed its glory over me

I've a good heart albeit insane

Condemn him to the infirmary

All mine towers crumble down the flowers gasping under rubble

Shrieking in the hall of lull, thy genius sates a thirst for trouble

Scattering sparks of thought energy

Deliver me and carry me away

Here in my kingdom I am your Lord

I order you to cower and pray

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus

Electrifying mine chambers, wholly scorching out thine sovereignty

So-so-so-so-so-so-so-so spiraling down thy majesty

I beg of thee, have mercy on me

I was just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how the serfs work the ground (see how they fall)

And they give it all they've got (fall)

And they give it all they've got (fall)

And you give it all you've got 'til you're down (fall)

See how the brain plays around

And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see

And you fall inside a hole inside a-

Someone help me

Understand what's going on inside my mind

Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me

When it grows bright, the particles start to

Marvel having made it through the night

Never they ponder, whether electric

Calming if you look at it right!

Also hi eve :D

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

What were their names, Pep?

Pep: "Lla meht deman I! Rebmemer I esruoc fo!"

(Peaking into Pep memory~)

(Top Row, Left to Right: Parmesan, Prosciutto, Halloumi

Bottom Row, Left to Right: Honeypot, Cremepuff, Maraschino)

(Porto - Light Grey Fake Peppino, Bello - Dark Grey Fake Peppino

Jalapeño - Green Peppino Clone, Mirtillo - Purple Peppino Clone)

Pep: "Eman a teg ot hguone gnol yats t'ndid yeht tub, tnew dna emac taht srehto erew ereht."

[your-fave-is-silly-and-goofy]

symey sagrent comdyh howrwor opdocadst cap, her & yehte

Sydney O. Sargent from Camp Here And There is silly and goofy!