#yyyyep that's it

[fisherrprince]

sometimes I look at vanitas and go haha evil slime man and sometimes I look at him and go whoa. baby man. And sometimes I look at ven and go haha baby man but then again he’s also ghost man. You know. aa slime man and a ghost man are very different from two baby mans. real fact

[breezy-cheezy]

I see you going through my Trigun tag, I see you, fam. 👀 (lol, welcome to the fandom, it's fun to see people fall head over heels for our bestest boy, enjoy your stay, we have donuts. :D)

-jaws music- I am treasure diving :D Lots of neat stuff in there!! Tbh it was the gifs you were reblogging of Stampede that made me go "he's cute...."

Then I watched it and yeah he's SUPER cute. Vash good boy, I already wanna wrap him up in a blanket burrito kjhsdkjghflds ALSO STAMPEDE IS JUST REALLY INSPIRING TO ME as I've been kinda forced into 3D animation in school and I'm just adoring the style this show has taken??? Makes me happy to see a usually 2D medium look so GORGEOUS in this form!! :>

Also gonna read the manga. Yes it's vastly different (already adore Milly, please give us the Herbo in Stampede??) already so it honestly makes me MORE interested in where Stampede is going?? It seems like a very different take but Vash is still like. That. And I love him. And I wanna crack open his secrets so INTO THE MANGA I GO (and the added fun of "oh Stampede might use this. Or it might cook up it's own thing. Explore different facets??")

Thank you for the doughnuts!! Love those!! :D D D

[arcxnumvitae]

What kind of D&D character are you?

Tagged By: Me Tagging: Snag it

You Are A:

Chaotic Neutral Human Monk/Ranger (3rd/2nd Level)

Ability Scores: Strength- 16 Dexterity- 19 Constitution- 17 Intelligence- 14 Wisdom- 17 Charisma- 13

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral- A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it. Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal. However, chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society.

Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Primary Class: Monks- Monks are versatile warriors skilled at fighting without weapons or armor. Good-aligned monks serve as protectors of the people, while evil monks make ideal spies and assassins. Though they don't cast spells, monks channel a subtle energy, called ki. This energy allows them to perform amazing feats, such as healing themselves, catching arrows in flight, and dodging blows with lightning speed. Their mundane and ki-based abilities grow with experience, granting them more power over themselves and their environment. Monks suffer unique penalties to their abilities if they wear armor, as doing so violates their rigid oath. A monk wearing armor loses their Wisdom and level based armor class bonuses, their movement speed, and their additional unarmed attacks per round.

Secondary Class: Rangers- Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.

[soulsxng]

Archetypes quiz | Ber edition!

40% Royal: When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.

33% Visionary: Leave it to others to live by the status quo. The Visionary is interested in new ways of seeing, solutions not yet imagined, products not yet built.

27% Tastemaker: The Tastemaker is always on top of the trends-- or starting their own. Their sense of style is second to none and their taste, impeccable.

[elanorpam]

tags by @starcrossed-sky:

#it takes me out of the story because i am not reading second person for self insertion purposes#how DARE you imply that that's actually supposed to be me#instead of a different guy

Genuinely curious, no shade

*Y/N stands for "Your Name" and is commonly used in reader-insert fanfiction, in which the reader is intended to project themselves onto the protagonist

No fourth option you choose or you lose

[the-haunted-office]

Author: Ohhh, shoot, we're getting the ghost notifications now. This isn't good! Now we can't see who has reblogged or replied to something unless we scroll through our feed!

Doomsday: Hey, don't blame that shit on me! Just because I'm a ghost doesn't mean I'm over here systematically breaking Tumblr! (busy setting various computers at Tumblr HQ on fire as she tries to get rid of Tumblr Live)

[eilooxara]

Yeah - agreement, casual

Yyyyeah - So, here's the thing:

Yeahhhh - you're right and that sucks

Yep - agreement, brief, mild

Yyyyep - I know. Isn't it bullshit?

Yes - agreement, direct

Yyyyes - I wasn't sure, but on reflection I believe so

Yesss - agreement, hooray!

Mhmm - agreement, mild

Mmmmhmm - I fucking told you so but go on

[jellazticious]

yyyyep

looks like a pretty normal human being to me

[tokakualmiraj]

CHAT: Tomo. Behind you.

CHAT: Something's writing on the wall???

CHAT: BEWARE?

CHAT: ...is that blood

now. the writing's on the waaaall. it wont gooo awaaaay.

[Tomo, poorly singing in an exaggerated Galarian accent, looks toward the wall. Yyyyep, there's writing there.]

bruh. can the ghosts quit making such a fuckin mess

[arcxnumvitae]

[ohwormwood]

Maybe this is a weird question but it's been boggling me for far too long.

Are you also biblicallyaccuratecrow?

Both you and crow tend to pop up in my feed at the same time, you both go by she/they, have similar themes, both bird avatars..... The only thing that's stopped me from confirming it is HOW CAN ONE PERSON BE PHENOMENAL AT BOTH ART AND WRITING??? That's too many skill points and you must have put in cheat codes if that's true!! /silly/hj

(I'd normally ask this on anon, but maybe you wanna answer it privately, assuming you want to answer at all lol)

If this is a baseless accusation and one big coincidence then I hope you get a laugh out of it. Have a nice day~! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

HEAD IN HANDS

HOW HOW DID YOU KNOW HOW DID YOU FIND OUT

on my hands and knees............... the truth come out....

YYYYEP! that's me~ @biblicallyaccuratecrow!!! writer of ouroboros im more impressed that someone found out like. outside of my server groups because those are the only people who i actually told

i really only kept it a secret because for some weird reason i was intent on keeping this account as my "professional blog"

which. as you can probably tell. i have given up on HJFDSJHFDJJ

so yeah congrats on finding out my big secret teehee~

NOW I CAN FINALLY POST ALL MY OUROBOROS ART IVE HAD SITTING IN MY FILES HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

[flippyspoon]

The Drunk Dial

Note: SNW Spirk ficlet :D (about 1k words)

Jim Kirk could not quite believe what he had just seen.

From the less than cozy chair behind his desk, he sat stunned.

This couldn’t be real, he thought. 

Unless?

But he tapped his comm. Due diligence and all.

“Commander Kirk to Lieutenant Boyer. Hey Jerry, I received a video message from the Enterprise. Can you verify authenticity for me? I’m sending over the data signature now.”

“Hi, Jim. Sure. Lemme just give it a looksee… Uh, yep. Authenticated. USS Enterprise. From Lieutenant Spock. Oh cool. He’s that half Vulcan science division wizard, right?”

“Yyyyep. Huh. So there’s no…interference on that? Nothing suspicious?”

“You have reason to suspect something, Jim?”

“Um… Well, no. I was just surprised by the content of the message. Thought maybe someone was trying to have some fun with me.”

“Looks good to me. Just an ordinary comm.”

“Cool cool. Okay. Thanks, Jerry.”

Kirk sat back and rubbed a hand over his face. On his computer screen, the message sat paused, having looped to the very beginning after he’d played it twice over already.

Lieutenant Spock was frozen, staring back at him with a crooked little smile on his face, one eyebrow raised. But his eyes were just a little two heavy lidded. His hair just a little tousled and not the immaculate Vulcan coiffure Kirk had gotten used to seeing while visiting the Enterprise.

He was also out of his science blues. Spock was wearing a tight black t-shirt instead, stretched over his broad chest.

In short, Spock looked extraordinarily hot. Even for Spock.

He also looked drunk as hell.

The message was not coming from his quarters. Kirk recognized the tables behind Spock from the Port Galley.

Kirk licked his lips and tapped play for the third time.

“Commander Kirk,” Spock said slowly. “Greetings. Hello. Hi. I am sending you this message due to…a… having lost a wager. With Lieutenant Ortegas. Whose birthday it is.” From offscreen, Jim heard Erica Ortegas hoot and a hand blurred by the edge of the screen. “Today,” Spock continued. “Is her birthday. Which we are celebrating. Which is the reason for… That is…” Spock swallowed and held up a half-empty box of chocolates. “Cause for celebration chocolate. Which is inebriating for Vulcans. Such as myself.”

“Tell him about the bet!” Nurse Chapel’s face appeared onscreen as she leaned down to Spock, giggling, until Erica wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her away again and she shrieked a laugh.

“The bet. Yes.” Spock nodded as if his head were on a spring. “The bet concerned whether or not I could…what is it called-”

“Deepthroat!” Erica yelled from offscreen.

“Deepthroat a Terran banana,” Spock said, nodding again. “Which I am able to do.”

Kirk chewed on his lip.

“You’re supposed to tell him about the bet you lost, genius. But also yes, good job telling him that. Good info to have.” Chapel had appeared again, breathless and pushing her sweaty hair back. She looked into the camera and rolled her eyes before disappearing.

“Yes. The bet I lost concerned whether I could fit sixty Terran marshmallows in my mouth while reciting the words ‘chubby bunny.’ A most inane and illogical test of stamina.”

Erica returned, this time crouching behind Spock and throwing an arm around him. She looked just as inebriated as he was, though far more obviously gleeful. She was also wearing a neon green feather boa around her neck.

“But it was so cute to watch!” Erica said. She looked into the camera, meeting Jim’s eyes. “I’m sure you would have agreed, Commander Kirk. You think Spock’s cute, right?” She smirked at him and he winced.

He had, in fact, told Erica Ortegas all his thoughts on Spock when they had bumped into each other on shore leave.

He’d told her at length.

“I am still at a loss,” Spock said, his brows turning down comically and his lips forming a pout, “as to the purpose of this communication.” He frowned at the box of chocolates and picked out a truffle topped with a mocha mousse.

“The purpose,” Erica said, grinning lasciviously, “was for you to tell Commander Kirk that you enjoyed playing chess with him.”

“That is true,” Spock mumbled. He was doing the nodding thing again as he held the uneaten chocolate in his hand.

 She stage whispered to Kirk, “He talks about you all the tiiiime.” She cleared her throat and went on, “And that you very much look forward to next week when the Enterprise and Farragut dock at Starbase Seven.”

“That is also true,” Spock said. 

Spock took a bite of the chocolate. He chewed and swallowed and when he looked into the camera at Jim and wrapped his lips around his chocolatey fingers to suck off the slightly melted dregs, Jim groaned.

“It occurs to me,” Spock said, licking his lips, “that this is not an appropriate message to-”

“SSSSHHHH!” Erica squeezed his shoulder. “Jim’s cool! We got hammered on Risa a couple months ago! I know all his secrets!”

“Erica! Karaoke time!” Chapel shouted offscreen. “We’re gonna do ‘Love Shack!’”

Erica leapt up and Spock blinked into the camera. “I am told I must not miss ‘Love Shack.’ So uh… I will see you at Starbase Seven, Commander Kirk. These chocolates are excellent. Spock out.”

Kirk had been smiling so hard his mouth ached. 

He stood up, took off his shirt, and headed to his bed to jerk off.

***

Spock woke up fully clothed atop his bed, his booted feet hanging off the end.

Immediately, he recalled everything.

“Oh,” Spock muttered. “No.”

With a groan, he pushed himself up to his feet, rubbing his temples. He could not deny that Erica’s birthday parties somehow always ended up engaging him more than most social events on the Enterprise.

And somehow, he always ended up doing something terribly embarrassing.

But this was certainly his first drunken dial.

And to Commander Kirk!

His computer kept pinging. 

He trudged to the synthesizer and made himself a cup of tea, very strong and very hot.

In the privacy of his own quarters, he slumped in the chair at his desk, glowering at the computer screen and the blinking notification next to the name: CMDR. JAMES T. KIRK.

It was true, he had so far been friendly with Kirk. But this…

Egregiously unprofessional. Inappropriate.

Spock shut his eyes, mouth collapsing into a crooked grimace.

“Ugh.”

Nothing to do but, as Pike liked to say, “face the music.”

Which would probably be The B-52s if Erica and Christine had anything to say about it.

Spock clicked the message and pressed play.

Kirk looked utterly poised and dashing like he always did.

“Hi there, Mr. Spock.” A sly smile spread across Kirk’s face. “Ah, I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your message.” His gaze glittered, fixed on Spock as if actually seeing him live, and also as if he were physically stripping Spock of his clothes. “And I too am truly looking forward to the Enterprise and the Farragut both docking at Starbase Seven next week. So…” Kirk bit his lip and his voice dropped a few octaves when he said, “I guess I’ll see you then. Kirk out.”

The message ended and Spock just stared.

Somehow, Jim Kirk’s brief and completely professional message sounded to Spock like an impressively erotic performance and Spock was certain that had been the intent.

Alright. He was clearly not in trouble-trouble. He was in a whole different kind of trouble.

Spock stood, stripped off his shirt, and headed back to bed to jerk off.

[kyeskorner]

AAA TY THAT WAS SO GOOD!

I know Splatoween is long past by now, but GOD THE COSTUMES ARE ARE JUST ASKDLWDMDLDD-

Maybe Deep Cut (poly if you can!) x a reader who is just freaking out over their Splatoween outfits? Maybe Halloween enthusiast if you wanna go more general?? Idk I just need spooky times with the bandits!!

- Anon that asked for the Big Man hcs

P.S: Can I be Zombie Anon?

HELLO!!!! SORRY FOR THE WAIT ZOMBIE ANON! Also yes you can be Zombie Anon!!! I have the perfect idea for this, though I haven't written PolyCut before, but either way, I hope you enjoy!! ALSO I'M DOING THIS AS A FIC! It's long, so it'll be the "Keep Reading" tab!

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SPLATOWEEN POLYCUT X READER

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You sat in the bedroom, already in your Splatoween costume. It was nothing too extreme, but it was good enough with you. Suddenly, you heard some clicking, and in came your first girlfriend, Shiver, who was dressed up as a geisha.

"My, what an excellent costume you have there, darling!" Shiver commented, walking over to you. Your jaw dropped (not literally) upon seeing their outfit. She was so decked out!

"W-wow, Shiver! Your costume looks amazing!" You pointed out. Shiver closed her eyes and laughed, before sitting down next to you on the bed.

"Thank you, dear. I spent a lot of time preparing it." She said, interlocking her hand with yours. "Tonight is gonna be so much fun, wouldn't you say?" She smiled, now trailing her other hand through your tentacle hair.

"Y-yeah! Tonight's gonna be so much fun... just me... you...-"

"AND DON'T FORGET ME!"

Suddenly, your second girlfriend, Frye, came running into the room, sporting a more black outfit, and decked out in tons of jewelry. On top of her head was a murex shell. She then immediately tackled you, placing a big ol' smooch on your lips.

"My, Frye. Certainly decked out, are we?" Shiver looked at Frye, raising an eyebrow. Frye pulled away from the kiss, a huge smile showing quite clearly on her face.

"Yyyyep! I wanted to go alllll out today! Whaddya think? Pretty awesome, right?!" She smirked, looking over to you. "And look at you! You look soooo awesome! I could just eat you up!" Frye grabs your cheeks and squishes them together, making silly little sounds.

"Haha, okay, Frye..." You giggled. Frye was definitely the silliest of the group. She always knew how to raise your spirits. Shiver shortly follows in on the laughter... but then, you heard a *BUMP*.

"Ay... ay! (Ow... We really need to lower the door!)" Your boyfriend, Big Man said. He was wearing a sheet, sewn to look like a ray. It reminded you of the Boogeyman in a way, but just seeing him made you smile.

"Big Man!!! Look at you! You look so silly!" Frye hopped off your lap and walked over to Big Man, playfully punching him. He lets out an "Ay!" in response. You looked at all three of your partners.

"Hm? Something on your mind, Y/N?" Shiver taps your shoulder, noticing the trance you're in. Suddenly, you get off the bed, pulling Shiver along. You share an embrace with all three of your partners.

"You all look so COOL!" You exclaim, hugging them as tightly as possible. Big Man, being quite literally the Big Man, wraps his fins around you right. Shiver hugged you back too, letting out a happy sigh. Frye was the last to return the hug, but when she did, she hugged y'all TIGHT. You all pull away for a breath, before laughing.

"Tonight really is gonna be a blast..." You mutter, looking back at your three partners.

"You're dang right it is! Now come on, let's go get as much candy as possible! Whoever gathers the most wins!" Frye exclaimed, bolting out the door.

"A-ay... ay. (O-oh... someone should make sure she doesn't get hurt.)" Big Man said, slowly following her out the door, NOT bumping his head this time.

You and Shiver were the only ones left in the bedroom. You two turned to look at one another, and you felt a blush on your face...

"Well? What are we waiting for?" Shiver cupped your cheek, giving you a kiss on the forehead, leaving a lipstick mark.

"Let's go get that candy."

You quickly nodded, and Shiver grabbed your hand, bolting out the door as well... it was time to get the most candy in all of the Splatlands!

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TA DAH!!! FINALLY GOT IT DONE! SORRY FOR THE WAIT, ZOMBIE ANON! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!!

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

Chapter 20 fucking suckeddxddd. WHY PETER WHY. AND JAMES FUCKING- I HATE HATE HATE

-★ (The Smol Brother of Elle)

hello smol brother and YYYYEP I HATED CHAPTER 20 IT KILLED ME

[inz-lokisdottir]

The youngling sits down on the grass once she has enough flowers and she uses her canines for the small holes since her nails are too blunt, her tail wagging slowly in contentment. "This gonna be very pretty.."

Inz has gotten a black sheet of paper and is laying down on the floor, stomach down. She grabs a red crayon and starts to scribble on pairs of dots and a few mouths under some of them, rubbing her eyes and taking small breaths between her long hitched ones which she holds in.

Its quite early in the morning, even before 6am, and she’s still in a little duckling onesie with her hair all messy. Though she needs to get this down somewhere before she forgets anything. She seems a little…distressed? Slightly panicked, but she’s trying to keep herself calm, not wanting to have disturbed any of the sleeping dragon cubs this time around.

[mantisgodiveblog]

We've done too many of these parts to call it an electric boogaloo, but, honestly; you've probably seen us around by now, you probably know what we're doing. We've put 17 of these posts in the tag, so by now you probably have a decent grasp of what we're all about. If not... we don't know what to tell you, honestly. Back to the world's slowest liveblog!

(Part 17 is here)

Ah, we remember this part. Odile's favor experimentation! This interaction is fun, honestly. If we recall correctly, Odile's got one of the highest luck stats in the party, so depending on how that figures out in-universe, that loss might actually be slightly less likely than otherwise. Or... well, luck as a measurable stat is weird, in the same way that attempting to determine "lucky" vs. "unlucky" is weird. Putting a numeric value to an abstract concept will always be at least a bit strange, we think.

Slaughtering him, coldly and cruelly. A callous blade to your teammate's neck, Madame, a Murder, a Crime...!

Superstition has its own weight to it, we think. Morale, again, and if we recall correctly...

...yyyyep, there goes Bonnie. Excellent grasp on the practical, TERRIBLE grasp on the emotional, madame. Or, at least, terrible grasp on considering the knock-on impact. You've got to consider who's in the room with you, or you're running at risk of some very stupid fuck-ups.

Though we do, admittedly, feel that this whole setup might be just slightly more conceptual than "hard" science.