#THIS IS THE LAST PART

[fiepige]

Hobie hand gestures part 3

Click here for part 1 and part 2

#more hobie!!! #I just love the way he moves #I could look at him forever #hobie brown #spider punk #miles morales #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #my post #my gif #my gifs #this is the last part #spider man across the spider verse

[skyward-floored]

Accidental Domestication part 5, the end.

This one is a lot better with context, so I suggest you at least read the last one I posted before reading it. It’s still funny by itself, but it’s definitely better with the others.

You can find all the other parts up on ao3 too :)

Ao3 link

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A tall, muscled woman with fiery hair crossed her arms, eyes blazing a bit as she glared at the woman seated in front of her.

The other woman was more petite, but no less of a striking figure, hair a warm forest green. It waved slightly in the breeze curling around them, and the fiery-haired woman narrowed her eyes as the other woman smiled.

“Farore, that was the last straw. This has got to stop.”

The green haired woman blinked innocently, tilting her head in a distinctly doglike manner.

“What‘s got to stop, Din?”

Din, Goddess of Power, Force of the Flames that Created the Earth and eldest of the three Golden Goddesses, felt her hair spark in annoyance as she drew closer to her little sister.

“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about,” she growled, but Farore continued to merely sit and blink at her.

“And what would that be?” the green goddess asked in the same innocent tone, and Din had to restrain herself from going off and breaking something.

“Stop playing innocent!” she snapped, jabbing a finger at her sister’s face. “Farore you’ve got to stop sending your patron animals to get your heroes out of tight spots! They can handle it themselves!”

Farore froze, knowing she was caught, then drooped, her hair seeming to loose some of its luster.

“I’m just helping a little,” she protested, a few fading petals falling from where she sat, and Din scoffed.

“A little? Sister you literally saved the Hero of Legend and Hero of Light’s lives! That is not a ‘little’!” she snapped, flames flickering. “Not to mention how you sent an entire wolf pack to get the Hero of Time and Hero of Warriors out of a tight spot! Have you ever heard of overkill? They could have handled things!”

It was Farore’s turn to cross her arms.

“For the Hero of Light and Legend, all I did was send some assistance in order for them to get out of the fire,” she said cooly, a colder breeze rustling through the area, “I consulted Nayru and she agreed with me that it was the only feasible way they could have make it out. And you know how bad it would have been if they had died in there.”

Din sighed.

“I’m aware. If that were the only incident it would be fine, but the entire pack for the other two was entirely overkill,” she muttered. “And why did you even get the hero of Winds and hero of Hyrule to follow that mother wolf?”

Farore kicked her legs, vines twirling up her arms. “...I wanted them to get to pet her pups.”

Din pressed a hand to the bridge of her nose. “You wanted them to get to pet her pups.”

“They had never before seen puppies, Din! It was a tragedy that had to be fixed!”

“I do not care! You have to stop meddling, sister, there are rules about this!”

“But they love it when I send wolves!” she protested, green hair swaying in the breeze, “did you see how they all reacted? It was so sweet! The Hero of Twilight has been so melancholy ever since the Twilight Realm was cut off, it was perfect for him!”

Din swatted her sister irritably. “I don’t care if it was cute, and there are other ways to help your heroes! You are meddling, and that’s not allowed! Knock it off!”

Farore pouted, but nodded after a moment’s silence, crossing her arms in begrudging defeat.

“Fine. I’ll stop sending wolves.”

“Good,” Din nodded, satisfied by the repentant tone she heard in the words. Then she stared at her sister for a second, and jabbed an accusing finger at her, eyes narrowed.

“I know that look, no sending rabbits instead!”

“But Din!”

“It is forbidden!”

“But they’re even cuter! What if I just send a couple—”

“No! I’m telling Nayru!”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“NAYRU!”

“NOOOO—”

(...)

The dream Sky had been having abruptly faded, the details falling away as he slipped into the small space between wakefulness and sleeping.

He drifted there for a moment, reluctant to move from the cushy grass where he’d flopped a few hours ago. Sunshine warmed his face, and a remlit nestled up against his neck, small and soft.

A few more small weights were scattered around him, and Sky sighed a little, happy to have company that he didn’t have to explain anything to, or fuss over him. Remlits didn’t care if he was having a bad day. They would cuddle with him regardless, and Sky welcomed them, shifting just a bit so he was more comfortable where he lay.

And then he woke up enough to remember he wasn’t on Skyloft.

Which meant whatever was sleeping on him couldn’t be remlits.

Sky froze, heart pounding as he had the realization. It could be any number of things sitting on him, dangerous things, or— Hyrule had just been telling him about creatures called skunks, what if it was one of those?!

Sky slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight that shone in his face. He waited for his eyes to adjust, then very carefully tilted his head up, almost agonizingly slow as he looked at his chest.

No less than a dozen rabbits were sleeping on him.

Sky stared, blinking at the furry creatures all cuddled up to him. Most of the rabbits were brown, but there were a few with white speckles, and a couple more that sported darker fur, and as he stared at all of them, he slowly began to relax again.

Bunnies were harmless (aside from Legend). He wouldn’t be getting attacked or sprayed by anything today.

But still... the meadow had been completely empty when he’d collapsed here, drained from the thoughts that had been rattling around in his head all day. He’d wanted nothing more than to be left alone and sleep, and he hadn’t expected anything to be here when he’d woken up.

And yet here he was. Covered in bunnies.

Sky studied the creatures again, looking at the sleeping bundles. He didn’t think rabbits usually came up to people like this? From what he’d gleaned from Legend and Twilight, they appeared to be rather skittish creatures, running fast and hiding when they could. But Twilight had also said they were legendary, rare and special, yet there were at least a dozen right here, all sleeping on top of him.

Did this mean something?

Sky frowned. There was a niggling feeling there was something about rabbits he’d forgotten, like maybe they’d featured in his dream somehow... but any memory of it had faded, and Sky didn’t think it was going to come back.

A rabbit woke up a little and stretched, its little paws bapping against Sky’s chin. He couldn’t help but smile at it, and it blinked at him curiously. The little creature sat up, and hopped a little closer to his face, looking down at him with clear, dark eyes.

Then it flopped right next to his chin, and Sky chuckled, raising his hand that wasn’t weighed down by rabbits to run a finger through its fur. It was just as soft as it looked, and Sky felt something ease a little in his chest.

The weight he’d fallen asleep with was still there, an ache in his stomach, heaviness in his limbs. But there was sunshine on his face, a cool breeze tousling his hair, and a bunny was snuggled up to his chin.

The weight didn’t go away, but... it didn’t feel quite as heavy.

Soft ears tickled his neck, and Sky relaxed the rest of the way, lowering his arm and closing his eyes again. The others would probably come find him soon, and startle away the little creatures, but until then, he would enjoy the strange blessing of the rabbits’ presence.

...Though, after everything that had happened over the past few weeks, he was a little surprised it wasn’t wolves that were sleeping on him.

Sky shrugged to himself, and drifted off, a small sigh escaping his lips.

And hours later, when the others found Sky still covered in sleeping bunnies, he wasn’t the only one to wonder why it hadn’t been wolves.

#I write a lot when I’m in a mood apparently #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu Sky #linked universe fanfic #lu fic #linked universe sky #writing from the floor #accidental domestication #this is the last part #thanks for reading <3

[lunamikk69]

SCANDAL - Fanfare

#SCANDAL #SCANDAL Band #Haruna Ono #Tomomi Ogawa #Mami Sasazaki #Rina Suzuki #Fanfare #PV #My edits #This is the last part #I still loooove this video #And the song #And the album

[disproportionatelysculpting]

....the sky is clear no clouds, just endless galaxy twinkling upon my head. It is a cold calm night, silence feels so good with the wind breezing slowly distant cricket chirps and the hustling crowds noises far in the city... 'if my life was some sort of movie this would have been a perfect time to find the love of my life but it’s me we are talking about... not that I’m finding anyone I don’t need it anymore I’m getting what I want today and I’m fine with it, who cares about a silly soulmate anyways...' I took a breath, heavily and lets out a deep sigh, shivers went down my body so I see up in the sky 'The stars they are so pretty I'm so happy I'm ending this journey on a pretty night... such a sight.. Hehe' tears welled up in my eyes, the vision went blurry, I frantically wiped my tears it’s not a day to be sad but they didn’t stop, rolling down my eyes like there’s not tomorrow, well I didn’t try to stop them anymore I slowly climbed up on the boundary... my final destiny is waiting, I closed my eyes thinking about everything I’m grateful for and when I opened my eyes and saw the scenery in front of me. I felt so free ‘the world is such a tiny temporary place yet it means so much to us humans. I’m finally free from this rat race’ , I closed my eyes and hesitated for a moment, thoughts like ' will I really get peace? what if it’s not what I want? is this the right thing to do?' started to fill my head but then I took that step... I knew it was the right choice as I fell into the silence of night. Time felt slow everything felt so surreal. Oh so this is how it feels to die…I feel numb. silent it’s so quiet and dark... goodbye...

#moments before silence #zeuge writes #writings #short fiction #tw suicide #tw death mention #excerpt from a book i'll never write #fr lol #i will write its earlier parts later #this is the last part

[raiden-oc]

🌺UPDATE

Tw: non-con, r@pe.

The threats made against his life intrigued Lucifer. He didn't care for them, he knew that the young human couldn't defeat him. But he wondered what Raiden would do. So he made him his.

After being done talking to the young man that loves the incubus, Lucifer fucked Raiden silly.

The incubus had been reduced to an almost lifeless state. All mobility and speech had been taken from him. All he could do was pray and silently cry for help.

Lucifer on the other hand was getting ready for the humans to arrive. The fallen angel was prepared to drag them so far down hell, that they'd never see anything but darkness for eternity.

#This is the last part #I promise! #lucifer.txt #🌺.txt

[serialunaliver]

To this day I still can't believe this post is real

#the last part of the paragraph is INSANE

[julsera]

FLAMING FIRE FLAKES CHALLENGE.

I rewatched the show, it's still so so good ♡

#atla #atla art #team avatar #adult gaang #avatar the last airbender #toph beifong #suki #katara #aang #sokka #zuko #suki art #toph art #katara art #aang art #sokka art #zuko art #justice for Suki #when I was little I was pissed they didn't include her in the adult gaang art. I always saw her as part of the team #I love Zuko's scarred profile so much #Adult Aang is so so so hot #my art

[spoopyium]

I don't know why but when he said he sampled the water of Qiaoying Village I just imagined him lapping it up on all fours when no one was looking so I doodled this up 💀💀

#OK BUT THE LAST PART OF THE LANTERN RITE QUEST WAS SO FUN AND CUTE I COULD NOT STOP TAKING SCREENSHOTS #BUT ALSO MAN PLEASE LET ZHONGLI AND NEUVILLETTE INTERACT ON SCREEN ONE DAY #genshin impact #neuvillette #hoyoverse #art #fanart #digital art #lantern rite quest spoilers ig #zhongli #hu tao #furina #clorinde #navia

[odinsblog]

Ethan, you wanna see some shit?

#he was just showing off with that last part #dogs #cute animals #mission impossible dog #barkour #obstacle course

[moonelnone]

Mini thing i thought of

#one piece #monkey d luffy #portgas d ace #sabo #asl brothers #moonel.doodle #my tummy aches :( #the last part you can think that either Ace or Sabo said it

[nekophy]

✨👏 DOUBLE DAD DEFENSE!! 👏✨

KFP3 pt1 - KFP3 pt2

#hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #radioapple #my art #This is probably the last part! #time to do som beach episode lmao

[avatarfandompolice]

But don’t worry guys they got Asian actors so it’s perfect :) :) :)

#atla #natla #avatar the last airbender #there’s another part that’s supposed to say Monk Gyatso #and it literally says Dalai Lama #the costuming/prop/makeup department is considerably worse than M Night’s

[mumblesplash]

i say if you’re gonna have the mysterious entities speak in rhyme you might as well commit (EDIT: part 2!)

(posting an unprecedented Part 1 of At Least 3 bc i actually have the entire script and most of the storyboarding for this done already)

#yknow. got an idea. had a breakdown. bon appetit #this was the creative impulse i was referring to on sunday #my art #secret life #secret life spoilers #slsmp #grian #geminitay #briefly #trafficblr #also #mostly bc i am proud of it and partly bc i want people to know it’s on purpose: #grian is not trying to rhyme at all in this part. he is being deliberately unhelpful #he lowkey tries to fuck it up on purpose in that second to last panel but the secret keepers just switch rhyme schemes #the one time he completes an end rhyme is because he lost his temper #anyway yeah this was motivated mostly by me wanting to see if i could do it

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school. #like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it. #was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes. #but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create'' #when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent. #speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice. #''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession. #''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt? #u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky'' #we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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#cw: emotional abuse #cw: gaslighting #cw: animal death #charity - a god whose name was only ever meant to be ironic #i love playing with the concept of religion like this #im not religious at all but i did go to a christian school for twelve years #and i remember learning about the story of abraham. who long story short gets told by god to kill his son to prove his love for god. #and at the veeeery last minute god goes sike! this was a test to see if you'd do it! here's a lamb to slaughter instead #but the whole concept of that exchange in and of itself is so #anyway #one thing i meant to include in the creative notes but i ran out of room for is that charity never calls cunning by his name. #it's just “fox”. which was a small touch to indicate that he never acknowledged cunning's identity outside of being something exploitable. #but for all charity's hidden disdain for cunning #he still stole all his strengths and coveted them. he became known as the fox god. #so maybe some part of cunning survived. despite everything. #“give me your heart.” #“my god. it had always been yours.” #comic art #hearteaters #stillindigo art #stillindigo comics #one more comic to go until im finished with this collection!!

[egophiliac]

IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)

(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #tapis rouge #i know these are not my best but by god i needed to draw ~daddo venue~ #he is a treat! can't wait for him to yell at us for screwing up a shoot or whatever the last-minute disaster will be #i am SO HAPPY it turned out to be about movies after all! ...i mean sort of anyway #i'll take what i can get (and i do enjoy twst trying to be all cute about snow whAHEM i mean beautiful queen) (i see you there twst) #(also to be fair it actually wasn't poisoned in historial-revisionism-twstland so i think we can trust this apple. a+ acting eric) #anyway we are still. very solidly in the 'stand around and talk about the wallpaper for three hours' part of the event. #but HEY we got to meet eric! i was not really expecting it to be him so i am VERY pleased #also god help me i did think the shopping montage as portrayed by a rhythmic where they literally SKIP down the street was hilarious #there's a lot of Choices that were made in this event and that was a good one