#... alright how the fuck do i tag this

[localguy2]

I find it highly amusing how in situations where the ninja are separated/it's just the OG four, Kai and Zane immediately assume control/start spearheading the team because apparently no one else is sane enough or in the right mind to do so.

Your honour, they literally have one of the best dynamics in the show, with how they're probably the most protective people in the team. And it makes me mad how this is overlooked by the fandom and the show.

#ninjago #zane julien #kai smith #Seriously tho #Aside from Cole #They're probably the most competent to lead #In Hunted they're mainly the ones working on everything #Fixing the radio #Jay has lost his shit and Cole is pre occupied with taking care of Wu #In MotM they just #Kai becomes the fucking Chancellor and with Zane as his Vice/right hand man #And in crystalized they're the only ones that are serious about this stuff #They're tracking Lloyd while Jay is bored and while Cole is doing nothing #Ay all I'm saying is #We need to see more of them together #I wanna see these 2 bond more #I want the show to focus on the aspect of them being the most protective #And how they probably have a lot of things in common when it comes to protecting the other ninja and making sure they're alright #Hmmmm my brain is going off in the tags #Oh chemistry what you done to me #You cruel cruel subject... #Anyway how are yall doing?

[kruxton]

tried out this uhhhh painting? style? and it was a nightmare but i think i figured it out kinda

#mine #my art #it aint fucking done and ive worked on it for like a month on and off now ngbhfds #but i think it looks pretty good :))) #i did zoro first and finished him like two weeks ago and only just did sanji today #i think u can tell that sanji looks infinitely better #BUT THATS ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! that just how it be sometimes #hdsnjfe i kinda like this style idk i might do more #experimenting w it was super fun #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #one piece #zoro x sanji #uhhh what other tags do i use #idfk #DONT LOOK AT ZORO TOO HARD OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #look at sanji. his fluffy hair. his pretty face. look at sanji. not zoro

[starry-bi-sky]

how do you clone a fey? that's trick question; and fey love those!

@the-navistar-carol (<333) brought up a good point while I was talking about my changeling danny au with her -- Dani! How would she exist in this au? Danny's a changeling - a fae. How would Dani, a clone of him, be created? How do you make a fey? Not through any means that Vlad is doing; you can't make a fey through unnatural means, considering the Fair Folk are nature. And Vlad's not a fey himself -- he's a halfa, even if he could make a fey, it's not in his best interest too. He's a powerful ghost, but even the weakest fae can overpower the strongest ghost. He won't want a clone of Daniel to be more powerful than him.

(In a three tier hierarchy it goes Ancients -> Fae/Mythos -> Ghosts. They all live in the Infinite Realms, but on different Planes. The fae live above the Ghost Zone in the Fey Wild, while the Mythos live beside the Wilds or down in the ghost zone depending on where they are. Places like the Frozone, the Athens Acropolis, and other such large islands climb throughout all three Planes.)

(While Ghosts can travel into the Fey Wild, its generally advised against as the ectoplasm tends to manifest differently there due to close contact magic. It can make it rather disorientating for a ghost, and as human spirits, the Fae living there would jump them faster than they could blink. So unless you're willing to play mind games with 'steal thy name eat thy face' fae, most ghosts keep out of the way of the Wilds. Fey can travel down into the Ghost Zone, they just don't bother.)

That's of course, not taking into account if Vlad even knows Danny's a fae himself. Vlad doesn't ring me as someone who really cares much about ghost culture or the going ons of the GZ. He might be aware that fae exist, but the moment he realizes he can't use them for personal gain he just doesn't bother with them. The risk is greater than the reward, and he'd rather not get eaten. But lets assume he's aware by now that Danny is fey, and has to take that into account while cloning him.

So, how does Dani exist? Good question! Honestly; i'm not sure. She might not exist at all, or if she does, she's more halfa than fey. Vlad would need a lot of human dna and ectoplasm to balance out all that fae magic. He manages to steal DNA from Jack and Maddie to do it, and since Jack's fey ancestry is very dormant its much easier to use alongside Danny's DNA.

In turn, it results in a little girl whose more human-ghost hybrid than clone. With that little extra boost in fey magic making her not a fey, but still relatively powerful. Dani is less of a clone and more of a lab-grown little sister. It's a rather tedious, complex process that has Vlad tearing his hair out trying to figure out. But he does eventually figure it out.

#dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #changeling danny au #danielle fenton #danny phantom #still no mention of DPXDC yet so i'm adding the DP tags if thats alright lmao #how do you clone a fey? trick question! you can't. you can only make something that's not-quite fey but has ties to them. #dani's fey ancestry is an ounce of water compared to the bucket of everything else. which is more than the drop in the pond compared to jac #but not quite as powerful as changeling daniel. whose more fey than human at this rate. which is very fun to think about in terms of #his rogues haha. imagine going into the human realm about to cause chaos only to come face to face with a baby fey. a changeling. #i'd simply pass away a second time. where is your parent. human raised or otherwise?? are they nearby??? shit i thought fey hated urban #cities. what are YOU doing here baby man. im going to get eaten holy fuck. that's so many teeth. #. oh. oh you think you're a ghost. hm. hmhm. i can work with that. lets just. make sure you keep thinking that okay :) great :)) #like jumpscare dude. i just saw my afterlife flash before my eyes. hello unsupervised fey child. holy fuck are you teeny tiny. #vlad probably uses some of his own dna to get the halfa effect so really dani's more of a lab grown *half* sister. Danny's gonna end up #stealing her anyways in the end. his sister now :). non-human danny my beloved #catch me using fey and fae interchangeably. my bad #some food for thought sorry if its hard to understand. #steal thy name. eat thy face fey

[imminent-danger-came]

OH THANK GOD. OH THANK GOD. SO:DGKHP WEOIGOH TAHK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD> THANK FUCK

#I literally cried #I literally cried reading this news #you all do not even know how today has been for me. oh my god #IT'LL BE OKAY #I am lowkey. Still crying #I have been full of adrenaline for the past *checks watch* 9 hours #anyways #woof #alright. We're all good #Like I can't even care about the animation anymore #I can go lost my shit about the tdp 6x08 clue now #jesus fucking fuck holy fuck fas0gi uqwpe8gasdg #imp tag #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk crew #Jesus c

[b4kuch1n]

hfr indulgence weekend

#hi-fi rush #hfr chai #hfr peppermint #hfr korsica #hfr macaron #hfr cnmn #gods cnmn's tag is so fucking funny. yeah those are letters #the ink comms are! finished! I just gotta go scan them #I dont trust my phone scanner rn tbh its. u can see right here lmao #gonna try and scan it at a photocopy shop to compare the difference #anyways yes of course I tried my hand at redesigning the suit stuff lmao. like whats in the game is cute. but. clenches fists #they dont understand women in suit like I do!! they dont understand.... they dont underst #I enjoy the Idea of putting chai in formal wear bc that dude is straight up a rectangle. literally needed to fake a waist for him #but yeah. tbh also kind of a surprise how much I enjoyed drawing chai's face. like he's straight up just. :-D <- thats him #everyone else slaps obvs but chai is like. I think I just enjoy translating that specific eye shape lol #also maybe its just decoration but I choose to believe that sleeve on his left hand is a compression sleeve #it was the load bearing arm. nobody comes into my inbox about that sentence ok #alright. alright #got some Plan Thing coming up at the end of june-start of july mark. hope that goes well #but otherwise! scan ink comms tomorrow! then that will be open again on. monday I'll say #so! stay tuned for that? aye #also actually Ive been enjoying doing those chibi things like in the first page up there. its fun to try and figure out what to include #this is genuinely new to me lmao. before the sk8 stuff I havent drawn that kinda thing for literal years #this year is the year of art thing resurfacing huh. ink and now this... well! its fun to see #okay. alright. I go sleep now. or I go get snack actually. and Then sleep #have a good night lads! keep ur wrists safe for me please

[ssreeder]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), others to be tagged later - Relationship Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Jet (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Jee (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), A bunch of OCs, Long Feng, Joo Dee (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), General Fong (Avatar) Additional Tags: Violence, Blood and Injury, War, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, possible major character death, themes similar to the first two books, Sexism, Racism (like has already been written in first two books), dark themes, Human Trafficking, Slavery, Just a lot of dark war-like themes, there will be a battle, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Healing, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Animal Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings each chapter, Hopefully some healing for Zuko finally, no promises, but that’s the goal, Reunions, hopefully a happy ending, Sokka gets some healing too, Non-Consensual Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Leaving It All Behind Summary:

-This is the last book of the series LIAB, please go read the other two books before this, or you will be very confused-

Zuko has been taken by the Earth Kingdom army to who-knows-where, and Sokka is determined to get him back.

But he can’t do it alone.

With Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors by his side, Sokka is headed to Ba Sing Se to find Katara and Aang so they can go rescue his fire bender.

Things aren’t as easy as he had hoped. Corruption, lies, and unknown horrors await them inside the city’s walls. None of this is helping Sokka’s mental well-being.

Hakoda and his men face a problem of their own as Azula approaches with the intentions of making it rain fire.

Sokka and Zuko will both find themselves having to reintegrate back into a life they thought they left behind, with people they hardly remember. It isn’t easy for anyone, especially when they don’t recognize the person standing in front of them.

#oh shit #how many months!? #WHO KNOWS MAN TOO MANY!! #anyway haha here we are #chapter fucking 13 #THE DILF CHAPTER #it will make sense at the end #i promise haha #the dilfs are rocking it hard this chapter lol #i hope you guys do #If so let me know! Yell at me I usually yell back #in a fun flirty sexy way not a creepy weird screaming way haha #ALRIGHT DILFS LETS DO THIS WOHOOO #haha damn it 25k chapter #heed the tags #always watch out for triggering tags! #liab #ITF #zukka #Zuko #sokka

[theflyingfeeling]

💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

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PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

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Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia. 

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him. 

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him. 

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet. 

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself. 

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖 #it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏 #but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂 #so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭 #some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌 #(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀) #some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out! #(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3) #however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀 #there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨ #also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

[hershelwidget]

Shellington and Peso made the Pink Sauce and it was so horrible Barnacles had to ban them from working together on their own. The Pink Sauce is now the world’s deadliest poison and it is capable of affecting even the Grim Reaper himself.

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In other words writing the actual Octonauts for this AU is the FUNNIEST thing ever

#hershel’s octonauts au #octonauts #octonauts shellington #octonauts peso #im not tagging barnacles. this isnt about him. #i want you all to know that after shellington told everyone what happened #kwazii very loudly exclaimed ‘how are you so good at fucking up so bad?!’ which is a very goofy thing to hear passing by the octopod #due to what Peso is doing in this au and also because they’re silly like that shellington took full responsibility for the Sauce #and it immediately bit him in the back because its part of the reason jarvis is constantly trying to kill him :) #peso did not get off scot free. the sauce being a poison haunts him so bad :)) #fun fact! the sauce will try to dissolve anything biological it touches #and if fully submerged in it for more than 5 seconds it will Infect the victim #as soon as it can cover someones whole body it’ll basically try to become the most terrifying parasite ever :) #alright fellow octonauts fans hope you get to sleep tonight :3

[skrunksthatwunk]

frostbitten

(alt versions under the cut)

different color scheme:

full pages of both:

anyway haha. who's feeling normal about this scene. me probably

#baby's first digital comic and it fucking. good god my spine hurts so bad #not even remotely my first comic but I'm outta practice and also. stupid #anyway thinking about this scene thinking about kiryu's deep frostbitten black fingertips all bloody and horrible #YAKUZA 5 REALLY PUT ME THROUGH IT WITH THIS ENDING OKAY #and I'm kinda shocked I've never seen fanart of it before because it's one of my favorite main story scenes #trying new things. ow. but it's neat anyway ig #alright tag time you know the drill #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #kiryu kazuma #sawamura haruka #ykz #like a dragon #yakuza 5 #yakuza 5 spoilers #haruka sawamura #kazuma kiryu #didn't turn out how i originally planned so i might go back and do a more faithful standalone piece. but im going to bed now :p #ALSO DON'T MENTION THE FUCKING. LAMP POST DISTANCE FROM KIRYU OKAY. I KNOW #I ONLY NOTICED IT WHILE MAKING THE POST AND THIS SHIT TOOK ME LIKE TEN HOURS IM NOT FIXING IT NOW. SOBBING WAILING #graurfghhgh y5 saying dream this dream that just to kill me by bringing it back at the end. hell #but like with a different use of the word's meaning. i literally eat that shit up HOOUUGGHHH #me: yeah i made the panels all stiff and boxy and boring because he's stiff from freezing to death and it's an impersonal unengaging style #(<- ignoring the other reason: something more dynamic would've probably been harder to map dialogue to and it was already a dense spread) #anyway. got a dip pen yesterday and wayy too many nibs so im thinking about doing a happier kiryu + haruka piece with that. go crazy #real ones can see how this developed from the gifset of this scene to the wtf his hands are ourple post. it's been fermenting #happy with the reblogs so far bc it's all like HEY HEY HEY. OUCH. OWIEEEE and this is good (ik bc i also say owwie ouch when smth is sad) #skrunkart

[rig-a-rendal]

basically big time rush is the monkees if the monkees had been made within the confines of Respectable Television. BTR (the show) has four young people who are a band. The Monkees The Show has four young people who are in a band. However. The Monkees The Show has more intrigue because:

a) they're pretty much self-reliant within the television show story ("the product"). They have one authority figure (their landlord Mr. Babbitt) who they only answer to when it's funny OR if they want to (see also: my whole Thing about Millie from s1 e27 and how the monkee characters' whims can influence the plot) AND

b) they're pretty much doing Whatever the Fuck the creative team ("the production") can come up with.

In BTR there are not one, not two, but at least 3 or 4 authority figures limiting the main four characters when it comes to what they can do, when, where, and what the consequences for any of their actions will be (Kendall's mom (aka the fourth confirmed "jennifer" in the show for some reason?? literally everyone and their mother??? is named jennifer????), their boss Gustavo, their boss's assistant Kelly, their boss's boss Griffin, their landlord Mr. Bitters, and what the hell, may as well throw Katie Knight in there too. fuck it.).

Meanwhile, day-to-day, The Monkees The Show Characters have................. mike. And mike is a six-foot-tall anthropomorphized teacup chihuahua experiencing costco wholesale for the first time at rush hour.

The production style in BTR is also extremely inorganic compared to The Monkees' more improvisational style. Every shot, every reaction, every expression any character makes is VERY tightly directed and stylistic. Each frame is carefully formulated to fit the style of what A Nickelodeon Sitcom is. Which, yes, is Interesting. But that's not what this post is about.

basically what I'm saying is, the monkees worked because the characters were fucking around and finding out (while still being at least somewhat-omnipotent forces within the narratives they were experiencing, regardless of whether or not they were aware of it), and BTR is a milk-warm xerox copy of the general idea with WAY more restrictions placed on the characters.

#bro it failed the moment it made those 20-somethings “”“”16“”“”“” like cmon no they should be busking in the streets so they can afford #to split the rent for some matchbox apartment on sunset and gower not going to Child Actor School and Doing Homework #listen if you want to know my favorite member of big time rush it's james okay he's the only one who could charm me even through all of the #nickelodeon bullshit. okay? he was the best character every plot line he had was the least grating every time anyone was his scene partner #they also became Less Bad. Alright? anyway how the fuck am I supposed to tag this #big time rush #the monkees

[hauntingblue]

BACK TO ONE PIECE LETSGOOOOO

#nami put luffy in a cage.... dont let sanji see that.... again nami demonstrating how she is the strongest ever..... #why is franky the boat akshaksjskqjqk ROBIN NEARLY 1000 MILLION YEAAAAAHHHHH #sanji exploded </3 rip the smoking got to him..... luffys snapshot in the cage beaten up akdhsksjsk #jinbes theme is a banger.... buggy lmaoo chacho means president??? that is so funny... CHACHOOOO!!! also buggy owning croc money... banger #these two divas sitting cross legged on the couch bullying buggy.... ajhdkajsa buggys bounty akdhsksjsks #this whole episode was so funny lmao buggy.... #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 1086 #luffy wanted yamato to join the crew omg....... i mean of course but he was maaaad.... i kew yamato was a nakama for sure #marco telling luffy ace would be proud of him and smiling.... didnt that happen before and he got sad??? development #SERAPHIM?? THE NEW PACIFISTAS?? why tf does she look like hancock??? OMG MARGARET!!! FUCKING BLACKBEARD??? IN AMAZON LILY??? #baby angel mihawk too??? what is this.... KILL BLACKBEARD YES!!!! THROW HIM INTO THE SEA!!! LET THE SEA RECLAIM HIM!!! #so pretty sure what garp was talking about were the seraphim pacifistas..... just keep making things worse old man sure #koby is gay confirmed see.... helmeppo got got... the downsides of being bisexual... #BLACKBEARD GOT HER!!! GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!!!! #episode 1087 #hancock lying on rayleighs legs omg... those are her parents ALSO SHAKKY EX KUJA CAPTAIN AND EX EX EMPERESS??? RAYLEIGH????? #why does amazon lily have a giant portrait of luffy on the palace facade akdhaksjaka i mean i DO know why..... #who tf is wang zhi and what did koby do.... and blackbeard is NASTY!!!! RAYLEIGH GET HIM!!! this reminds me of shanks in marineford... a lo #koby kidnapped by blackbeard?? omg kuma....... he is alright.... why the cherry blossom petals in between them ajdjsksjwk #see how sabo is alive.... but why does koala have blue eyes and orange hair now.... luffy having a crisis #i was thinking is carobou om that fucking barrel and YES why us brook crying akdhsk what do you know #zoro using luffy's words against him.... but i dont think ace is a good example of this.... zoro and sanji fighting about who is on top.... #luffy asking robin for news.... BUT ROBIN I WANT TO KNOW!!!! omg this ending???? WHAT DID LUFFY SAY???? that was beautiful............. #he said he wants to give everyone freedom i know it... and he needs to be pirate king for that.... he knew since he was a child..... #omg....... the one piece is freedom for everyone and for some reason roger couldnt do it he wanted his son to do it..... #back on my theories grind.... #episode 1088 #LUFFY!!!! THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!!!

[ananinidraws]

May I suggest you draw Goofy?

And the award to "character i struggled the most design wise" goes to-

#rtgame #rtumblr #rtopia #rt miitopia #miitopia #how the fuck do i tag this #goofy #rtgame goofy #??? i guess??? #ni writes stuff #ni draws stuff #/lh of course #though i did struggle A LOT with this one #it's alright though it makes it more of a challange! i love me a good challange #anyways i offer yall one (1) anime goofy

[endthestarlight]

Long time no random drawing

#ft. random characters aint that rare #ok something completely unrelated but #thinking back on those times when i used to draw neither ocs nor fanart instead just random ppl and designs i would never draw again after #i used to hate the idea of drawing the same thing again and again until one day I got obsessed with this one character and i fucking SNAPPE #i drew that guy RELIGIOUSLY i tell you and i enjoyed it so much i went “huh myb it's not so bad to draw 1 char over and over” #i think it was also around that time i started doing oc designs which is wild how ONE fictional guy changed the trajectory of my art #lol im so cringe how can a robot voice have such a profound impact on me im actually embarrassed wtf #alright tags time #endstarlight art #my art

[simplegenius042]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @wrathfulrook. Thank you so much!

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @poisonedtruth @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @strangefable @purplehairsecretlair @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @vampireninjabunnies-blog @voidika @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @g0dspeeed @snake-in-the-garden @gaeadene @neverthesameneveranother and @alwayssunnyinedensgate

Anyone else who wasn't tagged is more than welcome to join.

This is my first time participating in a tag game, so I hope I've done this right.

I have many WIPs of Far Cry 5 that I have been working on for the past year, all just mini or alternate stories. However, since it's WIP Wednesday, I thought, "May as well give a snippet of the main story you know?" It's nowhere close to ready, and there are still some things I'm working on, and not all of this is guaranteed to be in the final product, and in fact might get revised, but I think it will be nice to share a bit of my progress thus far.

So without further a-do, below is a snippet of chapter one of my main Far Cry The Silver Chronicles story, currently under the name Silva's Hope (though this name may or may not change in the future):

“I heard you’re not from Montana,” Nancy spoke again, her prying curiosity breaking through. It was as obvious as a voice crack, and the older woman’s unspoken questions were even clearer to the recently hired younger woman.

It was a behaviour she had noted a lot of folks in Fall’s End were doing ever since she had reappeared back into public view. It had been something she contemplated would happen.

Silva crossed her arms as she leaned against the red bricks of the Sheriff’s Department building, exhaling the intake of cold afternoon air.

“Who’d you hear that from?” Silva asked, grey eyes focused on the fading orange and blue of the afternoon sky. Hoping to catch an early star.

The clouds didn’t make it any easier.

“Overheard from a lot of folks, including Earl himself after he first met you,” Nancy answered, giving a weak chuckle as she adds, “I never try to eavesdrop, but the tea people spill openly is just too dang entertaining to ignore. Excuse my choice of words.”

Silva snorted in amusement, shaking her head. A smile almost tugged up, but she kept it grounded.

“They would be right though,” Silva told the older woman, “I’m not from Montana. Or America even. Immigrated here nearly a decade ago. It was a real shitshow, getting citizenship and all. But I’d say it was worth it.”

“You came over from Spain, right?” Nancy queried, her gaze genuine and endlessly curious. Silva found it rather easy to talk to the older woman, even if it was about the superficial information she’s grown accustomed with telling people over the years.

“It’s what I keep telling people.” And they continue to eat it up without question.

“But it wasn’t just you, though,” Nancy pointed out, tapping her index against her chin, and recalled, “I remember the talk of two girls that came here from overseas. It was all the folk around here could chatter about for a while. You and your sister, Elsa, wasn’t it?”

Silva’s breath soundlessly hitched to a stop at her younger hermana’s name. She hesitated in a reply, swallowing down the unexpected wave of sadness that clawed at her mind.

No, not here, she reminded herself, remembering who she was next to. Silva had initially thought she was over the loss, but it seemed the grief was still there. Subtle, but apparent.

Silva didn’t give it anymore concentration than she already had to. Not with eyes on her. And just to make sure, she didn’t dare correct Nancy on how there were three of them that came to this county.

“…Si, that was her name,” she replied steadily. A practiced skill. A required one she learnt. One she couldn’t live without lest the wolves smelled weakness.

“She was quite a smart girl, that one. With a smart mouth as well. Always kept Earl on his toes,” Nancy reminded, and Silva couldn’t help but let a stifled and weak snicker out.

Silva did remember those aspects about her hermana, and it tugged a sore spot on her heart.

Nancy continued, “But she was really beloved around here. Quite the socialite. Never far from gossip or the festivals. Always easy to talk to. Uh, no offence to your reserved character that is.”

“None taken,” Silva assured, for it was true. Elsa was the easiest to talk to out of the two, a mutually agreed plan when they first entered Hope County. Both understood each other’s strengths and weaknesses and worked together to take those traits into consideration.

“Mayor Minkler adored her, you know? Really helpful in organising events with him, which I’m sure he appreciated,” Nancy smiled at Silva, the warmth of the older woman comforting. Though something shifted, as Nancy took on a solemn expression, “My condolences for you loss. It must have been very hard, as her older sister.”

Silva stalled a reply, shoving away the resonating sadness down once more as she softly replied, “Gracias.”

“It’s an absence still felt throughout Fall’s End. Many people miss her, as I’m undoubtedly sure you do as well. It was a real shocker to folks when her floristry had been bought off.”

Silva didn’t look at Nancy. Especially not when the dispatcher’s eyes glanced to the dark-haired woman leaning against red bricks, about to ask a question Silva was all too familiar with by now.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you sell it?”

Silva glanced towards a familiar white sign down the road nearby. Despite how far the sun was already setting in the horizon, there was still enough light to make out the contents on the sign. Her grey eyes glared at the unique design of a cross, and the words etched beside it, ‘Return to the Garden’.

Not on my fucking life, she wanted to spit out. But more daringly, she wanted to trot over the sign, take it down, take it to Kamski’s Clinic, and dissolve it in acid.

Aware that Nancy was still next to her, patiently awaiting an answer, Silva simply replied, “I didn’t.”

#far cry 5 #far cry the silver chronicles #wip: silva's hope #oc: silva omar #deputy!silva #nancy #fucking nancy #and since they were both mentioned I may as well count them #earl whitehorse #oc: elsa omar #tag game #hope this was alright #did my best to research how citizenship in america works but i'll do more extensive research later when i have time

[crescentfool]

happy cryptid splatfest everyone! a little contribution to team aliens based on this song! 🛸

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatfest #team aliens #splatoon oc #minatoast #<- begrudingly adding his name tag as he laughs at me for not being able to figure out what the fuck his actual name is. its been 4 months #lizzy does art #gif #THIS WAS SOMETHING TO WORK ON ALRIGHT. there were a lot of moving parts for this and even though its relatively simple there was a lot of- #layers to keep track of!!! but i had a lot of fun working on something animated cos its been awhile!! #i just want to have more art of my squid kid out there... he is the Best and I Love Him and Will Give Him My Everything #making the clap gif was so funny. i was like. yeah i'll do this in davinci resolve except i didnt know how to use it bc i have only edited- #one whole thing in that bc i mostly have experience in AE. but then it was too much work so i just made it in csp KGLDHLDHFFD #ANYWAYS I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD SPLATFEST. can't wait to have a losing streak and shit myself when i see comp players in the wild #will go back 2 ur regularly scheduled nonsense soon... i just had 2 get this out of my system. splatoon refuses 2 leave my brain :D #EDIT: ALSO I WANT 2 ADD THAT I FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS SONG LIKE. 6 years ago thru kradness. loved his covers back in the day

[flecks-of-stardust]

And They Shall Always Follow — A Rain World Short Story

The bond between siblings cannot be broken by mere distance. Though lost, its siblings will always be where it is.

The third sibling bids farewell to the big tree, followed by the memories of Survivor and Monk as they do so.

No formal content warnings for this piece of writing.

It wakes to the gentle nuzzling of Egg Parent, a delicate nibbling on the ear that rouses it from the depths of sleep. Not fully awake yet, it nibbles back, but Egg Parent pulls away, padding towards the exit with fading footfalls. Other Parent is already gone, leaving behind but a scent to indicate a presence that was once there. It stretches, and then follows Egg Parent’s tracks, the dirt soft beneath every step it takes. It knows what is to come.

The tree is always larger than it remembers, and it takes a moment to look up into the branches of the tree. The faint scent of blue fruit lingers even here, at the tree’s roots, owing to the many batflies that have roosted here through the light falling and rising many times over. If it squints, it can maybe see the fruit in the highest boughs of the tree, a lengthy climb away.

It turns to look at Egg Parent and Other Parent, watches the gentle, quiet grooming. The air is heavy, heavier than usual. Other Parent looks at it, eyes bearing a similar heaviness, and flicks an ear; a permission, one that is not needed, but granted nonetheless. Then, Other Parent turns away, and Egg Parent follows, grooming, waiting.

No time to waste, then. Skittering forward, it approaches the base of the tree, gazing at the shrubbery around. Long, spindly leaves drape over the ground, providing ample space to play with the strands. It picks two of the leaves up, folding them over each other. How did Brave do this again? It watched Brave, once, sitting out here at night, fingers moving fast to twist the leaves into delicate, pretty braids. More often, when light came again, it would find the leaves all tied together. Why that was, Brave never explained, but wherever Brave went, braided leaves would follow.

It asked Brave how to do this, once. Brave held its hands and the leaves, moving its hands for them, but the moment it let go, the braid fell apart. It tries now, too, one leaf over, one under, one looping around, but the leaves spring apart regardless. Brave had not laughed then, instead nuzzling the top of its head gently; it wonders what Brave would think now.

It tears off one of the leaves, tucking it behind its ear, and continues. Up and up it goes, hand after foot after hand again, slowly climbing the tree. On the first branch, a thick, round and gnarled piece of wood, it pauses, walking out towards the end. Soft sat up here often, much like Brave was often around the bushes. Sometimes Soft would eat fruit while it sat here watching the light fade, the juices dripping down to the ground below; sometimes it would join Soft, and Soft would curl Soft’s tail around it, nibbling on fruit as the light dribbled out of the sky, bit by bit.

Soft always had fruit nearby. Sometimes it was hard to tell what Soft smelled like, because Soft often had fruit juice smeared on Soft’s snout, and so Soft also smelled like fruit. If Soft groomed its head, then it too would smell like fruit; it used to push Soft’s snout away until Soft groomed the fruit juice off. Despite that, the bark here does not smell like fruit, nor does it smell like Soft. But here, with the light dappling onto it through the leaves of the tree, if it focuses, it can smell Soft here still.

Padding all the way down the branch, it plucks off a small twig and tucks it behind its ear. Then it leaves the way it came, continuing further up the tree. Long ago, Brave and Soft climbed this way with it. It was hard to get a grip on the bark then; now, it doesn’t think twice before ascending, climbing with all the speed that Brave and Soft had had. This moment had seemed so faraway then, too, as if it would never grow to be as fast or as strong as Brave, or as determined as Soft. But here it is now, making the climb on its own.

The bark grows rougher, and the branches thin. Deftly, it leaps from bough to bough, climbing faster and faster. The rush of air past it as Brave had tossed it at Soft when it was young resembles how the sky flows around it now as it jumps up on its own. And with a few more steps, a few more leaps, the fruit is within reach, batflies flying every which way around its head. Plucking a single fruit off its stalk, it gratefully begins eating it.

It peers back down as it eats, seeing the distant silhouettes of Egg Parent and Other Parent. Ever since Brave and Soft left, things grew quiet here, and the air always felt more still. One moment Brave and Soft were here, and then the next, they were both gone. Egg Parent never explained much; there was rain, and there was wind, and it was dark. And then they were gone.

It munches on the fruit some more. Wherever Brave and Soft are now, they both must be thriving. Brave always knew what to do, and Soft was always kind. If anyone could survive on their own, it would be Brave, and Soft would find a companion quick, too. Perhaps they have both just lost their way? They are both clever enough to find their way back home.

Home no more, though. Cramming the last of the fruit in its mouth, it begins the trek back down, half sliding and half climbing. It, Egg Parent, and Other Parent are leaving now to find a new home. Why, it doesn’t know, but whatever new home they shall come across shall be just as wonderful as this. Other Parent is good at finding strange, tasty fruits and resources, and Egg Parent is great at making new things. Wherever they go, it will be just as warm, just as safe. And wherever they go, Brave and Soft will follow, too, eventually. Because why wouldn’t they?

It reaches the ground again, and it scampers over to Other Parent and Egg Parent. Other Parent roughly grooms it again, cleaning the fruit juice off its snout, and then nuzzles it forward. With a tail flick from Egg Parent, they set off, walking away from the tree, and it follows.

A few steps in, however, it pauses, looking back at the tree. It’s still strange to leave the tree behind, even if it’s prepared to go. All its life it has been here, with Brave and Soft at its side. The new home will be safe, will be warm, will be wonderful, but it will never be old home.

Egg Parent chirps. It gazes at the tree for a moment longer, then turns away, bounding after Egg Parent. It doesn’t matter, though. Because no matter where it goes, Brave and Soft will follow. Because they always have, and they always will.

#rain world #rain showers #memory fragments #wahey part four #if this reads weird i don't care i just want the idea out of my head LMAO #... alright how the fuck do i tag this #third sibling #have i. used that tag before. god #i don't know if i want to tag survivor and monk. they're not technically here #definitely mentioned though #and the parents are mentioned #... eh. whatever. take it