#you have noooooo idea

[qulizalfos]

you guys do Not understand how unhinged i am about to become

[absfawn]

mean abby acting like she hates the cat, but secertly cries ... instantly spoils the fuck out of her when she gets home.... oh chat, i want to hold abby so bad. she’s so adorably cute and i need to smooch her forehead ... yeah, let me hold mean abby and have hundreds of cats.

mean!abby when one her daughters (her cats) are sick? I would love to her reaction about that since she acts like she doesn’t like them 😭 (also I have a few names for the gray one like Catpurrine (like Catherine!), Princess Clawdia or Cleocatra!)

YES YES YES!!! she thinks she’s sooooo sly about it, but she insists on wearing her sunglasses inside because she “has a headache” but really she just doesn’t want you to see that her eyes are wet and irritated from all the crying she’s been doing.

it probably started when meowrie catoinette chewed up a cardboard box or ate a house plant or something (because cats are dumb like that… and i’ve taken my babies to the vet for this reason…) and she couldn’t keep down anything she ate because it really hurt her stomach. abby would FREAK out and not think rationally, googling if she’s gonna live or not, which makes her panic even more.

in the vet’s office, she’d let you do all of the talking because her “head hurts” from her “headache” but really she can’t speak without her voice shaking. the vet would say it’s something very common and keep her overnight to have a MINOR surgery, and abby would immediately imagine her poor baby dying alone at the scary vet’s office. 😭

in the car if you ask her to talk to you, you’ll just be met with a silent head shake and an eye roll. her google search history probably looks something like “what are signs that my cat is dying” or “pet cremation services”

when your baby gets back from surgery, abby SPOILS her. all caps. showering her in cuddles and pets and treats now that she’s back to eating. and her extremely bad headaches would mysteriously disappear after that day, because she never had a headache at all…

[drac0line1nn1t]

Hello Tumblr,

I'm back and still in the middle of fuck ass nowhere, so you know what that means, more phone drawings of my favourite old men yaoi

[front-facing-pokemon]

[percexe]

thing thats been plaguing my mind today: lukes hair getting lighter the more he spirals into the kronos-cyclone-of-kronosism (pitched by charlie bushnell to some pjo design people)

i think its really fun because- if you know me you know i LOVE physical changes that match a characters mental state, ESPECIALLY when freaky magic stuff is involved. and while i sit here and ponder logistics, it brings me back to things like the grey streaks from holding up the sky and ways to show the aftermath of taking a dip in the styx for invulnerability.

both are the result of "curses", and it makes sense the curse of achilles would have some physical changes other than the obvious. i've been wanting to find a "grey streak equivalent" for the curse of achillies for a while, and the wider discussion of intense stress bringing physical design changes just brings that right back- because the styx would have a similar (if not worse) effect with stress-induced-makeover. my first thought was "oh just turn their whole head grey/white", but obviously that would mess up a lot of design stuff. second thought was add more streaks, which is probably the route i'll go with for styx stuff, because its an obvious change while still keeping recognizability (+ some minor traits im still thinking over)

very excited to mess around with "luke off the deep end" designs with new ideas. luke castellan goes grey at age 22 from triple threat stress (held up the sky + curse of achilles + kronos takeover). that or he just has the worlds most botched highlights

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Actually don’t fucking talk to me... @ziipzeepzop-eez

[clownkiwi]

real story that happened half an hour before last nights stream

[mx-mind]

Anyways random post I regret making blowing up aside, first drawing I'm publicly sharing of my fursona. This is Michael Charlotte Ann, they/it/he/she. They're a tuxedo cat angel who got sent to furry Earth for a mission when it was younger and befriended a fox there. However, the fox ended up betraying him and eating her heart, taking their angelic essence. As a result, it feels like he can't return to Heaven and stays on Earth, trying desperately to get to a point she thinks they've "redeemed" itself and can face going home. Unfortunately that goal gets further and further away the more he works for it to the point of self sabotage

[qoldenskies]

Genq how did you manage to make Clipped wings WORSE than Caged lungs. how and why

how do i break it to you that things are very very close to getting way worse

[ender-niffler]

Hi, I’m brainrotting on the husbands again-

Someone please ask me things about them I am begging, dying even- I WANNA RAMBLE ABOUT THEM 😭

[thedrotter]

filler doodles about how i comedically whitewashed myself as a child (despite also being the darkest i had and still have ever been in my entire life) because i cannot wrap my head around it

[neraiutsuze]

breaking into the house of hope with my githyanki girlfriend, my flaming barbarian best friend, and the wizard who's mad at me for not wanting him to become god

[thefinalwitness]

who remembers that not-an-au-ra, not-an-elezen, but-a-secret-third-thing oc? i ended up mashing her together with a couple other old oc concepts i don't really use anymore and she's Pink Now. *says this like it's the only thing that's different*

her name is yll rhei, and she's a dragonet whose eyes were stolen by an elezen man who hoped to use them to resurrect his young daughter. :) he gouged out his daughter's eyes and replaced them with yll rhei's, but guess which one came back! (she proceeded to kill the shit out of him.)

she's stuck as an ashkin now, but she's determined to live her (un)life. she has a glamoured form to make herself look like just ye average prepubescent elezen, because she QUICKLY discovered that if you LOOK like a dragon-worshipping, half-mutant heretic, ishgardians WILL hunt you for sport.

also i lied she Is actually an elezen now. kind of. technically.

[grishaverse-chaos]

honestly the thing that pisses me off about darkl!ng fans is how they act like he's anti-monarchy!! he literally isn't lmao, he only dislikes the lantsovs because they're anti-grisha.

he never has anything to say about the actual concept of monarchy itself and yet people act like he's against the whole thing because it's a corrupt system

in fact, in the books, the position of darkl!ng is quite literally an inherited title that gives him control over the second army - I know they got rid of that in the show (they shouldn't have done that imo, because it highlights his greed and hypocrisy) but watching people act as if he's against the monarchy when he benefits from an inherited title is..... honestly hilarious tbh

[thiscatiscreepy]

So I'm rewriting The Smell and I thiiink I just finished the first (and shortest) chapter. I might post the next chapters of the fic here as I progress (the red fanfic website is blocked over here and i don't care enough about it to use a vpn)

I would really appreciate feedback on pacing and word choice and stuff like that, but if you just want to read about Marius having a weird one, you're more than welcome.

Anyway, Chapter one, A Dream.

Sirens wailed and gunshots sounded as Marius approached an immense concrete building. In that moment, he wasn't driven by murderous glee, morbid curiosity or even basic boredom, but pure, unfiltered hatred. There wasn't a single thing or person that made his jaw clench or his hands curl into fists like that crumbling edifice. And for the life of himself, he couldn't explain why.

Inside, the air was hot and thick and made his head swim. The lobby was empty, its occupants either cowering, dead outside or retreated downstairs. That's where he was heading as well.

Someone was beside him. He glanced at Raphaella with a rifle in her hands. Strange, he thought, she didn't favour firearms, the recoil didn't mix well with her habit of flying everywhere.

They found a door that led to the staircase. Looking over the railing, the descent seemed endless. Marius proceeded regardless, with Raphaella closely behind. The ground above them rumbled from an explosion, dislodging dust in a grey snow. They passed dark labs and empty offices until they reached a library-like server room with its tall stacks of powerful processors.

Cautiously, they entered, and were shot at. Raphaella took off while Marius ducked behind an overturned table. He fired at the assailant and it fell to the floor. Hearing shots from above, he looked up to see Raphaella press against a wall as she fired at more armed things. Worry rose in him, she was too exposed. As he opened his mouth to shout for her to fly lower, a shot sounded from below, and the scientist gasped and fell, her metal wings making a horrible clutter. Marius jumped from behind the table and ran to her, shooting the gunners in his way.

Raphaella lay face-down in a pool of her own blood, limbs splayed, a wound through her chest. As he reached for her, a bullet hit his shoulder. He swore and shot back, then dragged her behind a cover and continued shooting the creatures. His shoulder stang. Warm blood spread on the floor.

After some time, the armed beings stopped coming. Marius sighed and turned to Raphaella. She was still lying face down, still motionless, still bleeding. He touched his own shoulder, the gunshot wound had already stitched itself up.

How much blood did she have?

He shook her by the shoulder. She was cold and rigid.

How could she still bleed when she was already so stiff?

He whispered her name, then repeated it louder, and louder again. She lay bleeding. He withdrew his hand, it dripped with blood.

How was she still bleeding?

His heart beat wildly in his chest. He reached to turn her over, to look at her face, but stopped his hand short.

How was she still bleeding?

Fear seized him. He felt - knew - that whatever had happened to her face would be too awful to witness. Still, curiosity and urgency pushed him to see her monstrous image.

How was she still bleeding?

As if possessed, his shaky hands moved to the woman's unmoving body on their own. One took her shoulder, turned Raphaella of her side, and held her so. Blood gushed freely from beside her breast.

How was she still breathing?

Blood-soaked hair clang to her face. The other hand reached to move it away and see the horrible face at last. Marius was powerless to stop it.

How was she still bleeding?

He couldn't breathe as his fingers touched the dark red strands of hair and- "Attention crew."

The doctor jumped out of sleep at the booming voice of the ship.

"Attention crew," she repeated, as Marius rubbed his eyes, "inhabited planet located in the nearest system, landing in approximately four months. Take stock of supplies. I repeat-"

Marius tried to recall what his strange dream had been about, and why it made his stomach turn. But as the Aurora recited her message, the dream slipped from his mind until all that was left of it was an uneasy tightness in his throat.

The ship concluded her announcement, and Marius' quarters fell into the comfortable ambience of machinery whirring quietly behind the walls. Soon, he drifted back to sleep, and dreamed of birds.

[chaoswithcausation]

Mikey!

Concinnity Mikey is a Western Painted Turtle, as well as the youngest of his brothers. In the family split, he was rescued by Yoshi and taken to New York. Mikey might be the littlest, but he is fiercely protective of his family and friends, and often is the first to jump into danger for them.