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letsmcfreackingloseit · 5 months

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So yes I have OF COURSE read @naffeclipse new fic Apex Polarity and yes, I AM OBSESSED!

So I decided to make a little comic of how I think their "first encounter" might have looked like from Eclipse's perspective.

I can't help but think about how alien and scary we most look to him (especially if there is a history of fasco hunting polar sirens in the past). With all that gear we look like emotionless beings, just observing and uncaring of this ice world. But then when y/n shows up and probably exudes this joy and wonder for his world + shows respect for the creatures and the environment??? Mmh yeah, I can see Eclipse falling for y/n, especially considering how alone he might be...

So yes, that's what I have for today! If you want to read the fic I'll link it right here. I can't recommend it enough, but as always, read the tags so you know what you're getting into! And lastly I also want to @themeeplord beacuse Eclipse's design is basically their design in my style (god I love their design so much, their character/creature designs are the BEST) so all the credit goes to them! Polar!Y/N is my design thou! ;P

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read the two latest chapters-

YIPPEE!!!

#apex polarity #orca!eclipse #polar y/n #dca #dca fandom #I am once again plagued by the terrible ramble disease #but I got thoughts and I wanna share them >:/#so here are some more:#when I say the humans look alien I mean Grey alien level alien #Emotionless face? Check. Big empty eyes? Check. Studying and probing the inhabitants? Check. Possibly abducts inhabitants? Check #or mad scientist vibe #imagine professor Membrane from Invader Zim while he's saying 'I know better know' <- that kind of vibe #ok- one last thought!#as you can see- I decided to go full out and try coloring and stuff!#and one of the reasons why I decided to do that is because I'm not well practised in those departments- but I want to get better at them!#so if you think this looks like a hot mess- it's because they are XD #but with all this considered- I think I did pretty well!#So I hope you enjoyed it! XD #Now I'm giving all of you who's read ALL OF THIS a giant gold star #because wow- you're dedication and focus is absolutely INSANE and I appreciate you taking the time to read this #NOW GO AND BE FREE MY FRIEND!!!

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gorgynei · 2 months

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i LOOOOVE the new minecraft wolf recolours but i had to fix their names. due to the wolf autism. you understand

#inb4 i KNOW the ashen wolf that i relabeled grey wolf is not what grey wolves look like #but listen. there needs to be at least one called a grey wolf #ooghhhh i NEED to make a new minecraft world and collect them all. make a zoo... oouguhh #ramblings

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legobenkenobi · 7 months

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my favorite genre of character is autistic scientist with a transgender gait

#ben rambles #lets see who all i can tag this as #newt geiszler #hermann gottlieb #ford pines #herbert west #emmett brown #alphys #otto octavius #ian malcolm #alan grant #ellie sattler #the whole jp gang #ok that’s good enough. Might add more later heart wmoji #researcher talloran #dr grey

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thechaoticgrey · 9 months

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no the hell he ain’t

#grey rambles #dndads #dungeons and daddies #terry jr

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greyyson-but-no · 2 months

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currently obsessing over the idea of both phil and cellbit being unable to sleep. cellbit going on a walk across the island, finding phil sitting outside his house on the little pier just watching the world go by. both having their own worries and problems, finding comfort in the idea they've been through a lot together. phil offering cellbit a seat and they just sit in silence together. every now and again they would bring up some sort of conversation, about how richas was doing, or how the house was coming along, but other than that, just nestled in a comforting silence.

but after a couple times of this occurring, they start to breach more deeper subjects. more of what happened during both purgatorys. phils issue with the enderking and cellbits current conflict with roier and whatever is happening with him at that point. cellbit begins to be reminded that phil is a father figure to him, whether they see each other often or not.

sometimes they'll talk over a mug of something warm. other times they'll go on walks around their small island while they chat, sometimes the conversations will go on for hours, other times only a couple of minutes. it didn't matter, though. they simply spoke about whatever they needed to at the time. cellbit found comfort in having somebody to look up to, and phil found comfort in finding someone to reassure him of his worries about his children.

our archivists have my heart, it's a shame they aren't online at the same time much.

#qsmp #qsmp thoughts #grey rambles #greys qsmp rambles #qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #philza #cellbit #archivists #qsmp archivists

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grey-rambles · 2 years

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Of Insecurity and "I Love Yous"

Masterlist | Requests

This written for @lyssys, who said she wanted Wilbur to comfort her while she was feeling insecure, and I thought “Huh, relatable. Imma write that real quick”. I tried to use the insecurities she mentioned in the tags to inspire the fic, but it’s definitely more so my own experience with insecurity coming to the forefront in the reader’s thought process. Still, Lyss, I hope it lives up to your expectations!!

Words: ~1.5k

Warnings: Reader engages in negative self talk throughout the story, so if that will be upsetting, don’t read it. No pronouns or gendered language is used for reader, however they are depicted as wearing makeup and a skirt. Some swearing.

Notes: It’s 3:30am. I started this at like, midnight-ish. I have to leave for work at 7:30. Help me. (Also, if you can find the slightly paraphrased One Direction lyric in this, I'll write you a request :D)

Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you frowned at the reflection looking back at you.

You were supposed to be getting ready for a date night with Wilbur, but nothing had been going right. The new skirt you had so been looking forward to wearing wasn’t sitting how you thought it would, and was only making your thighs look larger than they already were, and no matter how much you contoured, nothing was hiding the definitive round shape of your face.

Tears began to well up in your eyes. You just wanted to feel pretty, was that so hard? But no, you were stuck in this body with it’s wide hips and soft cheeks and five thousand other things you hated about it.

At least my eyeliner looks good, you thought bitterly, still fighting back tears, although not for much longer if I’m gonna keep crying like this. The longer you continued looking in the mirror, the worse the feeling of inadequacy got.

“Sweetheart? Are you almost ready to go?”

Wilbur’s voice in the doorway broke you out of your spiral. In the mirror, you could see him leaning against the door frame. He was dressed to go out, in black skinny jeans, a band tee, and a grey flannel top-- he had made some effort to style his hair as well.

He looks so good, your traitorous brain began whispering, what’s he doing with someone like me?

Wilbur had asked you a question, you remembered, and you scrambled to answer him before the silence dragged on too long. “I-I’m almost ready, just give me a minute.”

Shit. Your voice sounded so watery, there was no way Wilbur hadn’t noticed...

Sure enough, you watched in the reflection as Wilbur’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Is everything okay, love? You sound like you’ve been crying.”

You tried for a smile, shaking your head to clear it. “Yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry about it.” Your tone did not sound convincing even to your own ears. Wilbur made a dissatisfied hum behind you, before moving further in to the room.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against his body, still facing the mirror. You squirmed a little to try and get him to let go, but he held fast.

“Wil, let go. I need to finish getting ready.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” As though to emphasize his point, Wilbur wrapped his arms even tighter around you.

You gave in rather quickly to his demands, but opted to try and downplay what the real heart of the issue was by only sharing a half truth. God knows you didn’t need to burden him with your stupid insecurities. “It’s really not a big thing. This skirt just doesn’t fit how I thought it would. I ordered it online, and the model in the photos must have had way skinnier legs than me, because it just doesn’t look very good.”

Wilbur pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I think it looks lovely. The cut really suits you, and I love the colour.”

You smile, but it feels fake. “Thanks hon, but I think I’m just gonna change into something else, then we can go.”

You move to walk away from him towards the closet, but he squeezes you close again. “You look good, Y/N, seriously. Why do you want to change?”

You look away from your reflection towards the floor. “I just think that the skirt isn’t doing me any favours. My legs are already huge, and it just makes them seem even more so. I’d be a lot more comfortable in something a little less fitted on my thighs.”

Wilbur is silent for a second, still holding you tight, before he speaks again, sounding affronted. “I like your legs.”

“Okay, Wil, that’s fine. But I don’t,” you reply, patience wearing thin, “so please let me go get changed now.”

Wilbur doesn’t reply, opting instead to turn you around to face him. He has a stubborn set to his jaw, and his eyes are blazing. You get the feeling you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. “Why don’t you like your legs?”

You heave a dramatic sigh. “I don’t like a lot of things about myself, Wilbur, it’s just a fact of life. I’m usually pretty good at not thinking about it, but tonight I’m just having a very hard time seeing anything positive in my reflection.”

He looks heartbroken, and you feel a slight stab of guilt for having put the expression on his face with your silly little insecurities. Continuing on, you say, “C’mon Wil, this doesn’t have to be a big thing. Just let me go and I’ll get changed and we can still try and have a good night.” God knows that getting out and away from your negative thoughts would help, at least for a while.

Wilbur shakes his head, drawing you into a hug. You go willingly, a little confused by the sudden change in pace, but happy enough with this arrangement. Burying his face in your hair, Wilbur says, a little choked up, “God, Y/N, I’ve been a pretty shit boyfriend, huh?”

You try and pull away from his hold, alarmed by his words, but he only holds you tighter. “What are you talking about, Wil? You’re a great boyfriend....”

“Clearly I’m not!” he cries out, “If you don’t believe that you’re the most perfect creature I’ve ever laid eyes on!”

Oh Wil,” you feel yourself tearing up again, “I’ve had these sort of thoughts long before I met you. It isn’t your fault.”

He cups your face in his hand, raising your head up gently to meet his eyes. “I love you, Y/N. It hurts my heart to see you think so lowly of yourself.”

You sniffle, tears finally overflowing from your eyes. “I just don’t understand what you see in me,” you manage to get out between your sobs.

“I’ll show you,” he whispers, “I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life telling you every way in which I love you.”

Wilbur pulls you into his shoulder again, holding you safe and warm until your sobs finally subside. “I’m thinking we stay in tonight instead, yeah?” he asks, and you nod your head, suddenly feeling very tired.

He begins to pull you towards the bed, settling you down among the blankets. He’s quick to change into some comfy clothes, a soft looking sleep shirt and sweatpants. He then grabs one of his t-shirts and a set of your PJ bottoms, and helps you change into them, before joining you in the bed, drawing you in until you’re nestled tightly against his side.

“I want you to try something,” Wilbur says to you, meeting you eyes. “Next time your thoughts start getting bad like that again, I want you to think to yourself, ‘Wilbur loves me just the way I am’, okay? Could you do that for me?”

“I could try,” you say hesitantly, “but I don’t think that’s going to magically make everything better.”

“I never said it would,” he replies, “but you have to start somewhere. It’s going to be a long road to get you to love yourself even half as much as I love you, but I’ll be there with you until you do. Try it out now. Look at me, and say, ‘Wilbur loves me just the way I am’.”

You flick your eyes away from his and mutter quietly, “Wilbur loves me just the way I am.”

He once again tilts your chin up. “Good. Try again, look at me this time.

Your cheeks are absolutely bright red, you just know it from how hot they are. “ Wilbur loves me just the way I am,” you say again, a little louder this time.

He smiles at you. “Once more,” he says.

“ Wilbur loves me just the way I am.”

After this, Wilbur places a soft kiss to your lips. “Good job, my love. I’m sure that was difficult for you to do, I’m very proud of you.” He kisses you once more before settling more into the bed. “Let’s just stay here for the rest of the night.”

The two of you spend some time taking gently about everything and nothing, before you slip into a bit of a doze. You shoot up suddenly. “I have to take my makeup off,” you explain to a grumpy Wilbur as you remove his arm from around you.

“Hurry back,” he says sleepily. You nod, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, before moving quickly into the bathroom.

As you wash your contour off, you eyes trace the rounded lines of your face. God, why couldn’t my cheekbones be more defined? Or I could at least have some sort of jawline to speak of....

As your thoughts began to spiral back into that negative mindset, a quiet voice suddenly piped up in the back of your head. So quiet you could barely hear it over the negativity in the forground, this small voice whispered: Wilbur loves me just the way I am.

You smile, and return to bed.

Man, when I started this blog I really thought I was going to be primarily a Techno writer.... The Wilbur brainrot has really gotten ahold of me.... Hope you liked it!!

#wilbur soot imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x you #grey's rambles #help i'm so tired #hope this makes sense lol

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multifandomenjoyerr · 5 months

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Ello mate! I don't know if you do these or not, but mind doing an inbox check? One of our headmates sent a request a while back and non of us can remember what it was 😅

Sure thing! Uh, if any of these sound familiar just lmk, and I'll try to get it done when I'm free:]

- baby reg vash hcs

- cg Donnie and reg Leo rottmnt

- cod banner

- denki kaminari cg hcs

- Overwatch dni banner

- jax reg hcs

- cg!childe hcs

- Cg spidernoir

- Ace attorney agere

- Reg! Luffy and cg zoro

- reg knuckle and cg shoot from hxh

I am working on every one of these! Just let me know if any of them is familiar/the one they requested ^^

#grey's rambles

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asexualautistic · 3 months

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why is my cat doing the kubrick stare at me?

#jonesy #allen rambles #cat #kubrick stare #grey tabby #he’s chunky

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midwesternvibes · 2 months

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I feel like if Leo was ever a villan, there's nothing anyone could do to stop him.

Like just look at how he outsmarta everyone around him all the time, if the boy TRULY wanted to become a villan of his own merit (i.e. no one forces him or anything, he's not being mind controlled or coerced) he could do so easily and rise up to Big Mama noriety VERY quickly

Not to mention, his powers (teleportaion and portals) are so ridiculously overpowered that even if it came down to a fight he could win

Everyone always says that it's such a good thing that his brothers are around to keep Donnie from turning evil, but let's be so real, in almost every circumstance where it's Donnie v.s. world, Donnie just does not have the cunning to do it without support

Leo on the other hand could do it and there's very little anyone could do to stop him once he's on a warpath.

#rottmnt leo #Leo #Donnie #Rottmnt #Tmnt #Raph #Mikey #Rise of the tmnt #Leonardo #Villain Leo AU #<- maybe #We'll see #All im saying is he's ridiculously OP and just as morally Grey as the rest of them #If not more #But that's a ramble for another day

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anistarrae · 2 months

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shadow bandee design i made awhile ago :D (jan 17th, 24)

i feel like mirror bandee would be very skilled without putting the effort in, getting where they are by power, instead of earning it through putting the work in. this would lead to them becoming over-confident and become the cause their biggest weakness. a friend pointed out this would mirror dedede in the beginning of the series too!

#not the usual type of thing i post.. but i like seeing peoples headcanons. why not post mine #kirby #bandana dee #mirror world #im not sure how i feel about the mirror design..? it takes aspects of dmk skirby and shadow ddd #like with the over abundances of greys and reds. and dmks yellow eyes. it eases the usage of the first two colors #and the different bandana.. i didnt want the same thing as his counterpart. it doesnt tell characterization #just like how dmks mask is broken. and the red bandana can add to shadow ddds red in his design. to show hes apart of the kingdom #ahh ahh the different weapon too.. they all have different weapons dont they? its just something simple to show characterization.#a weapon doesnt need to be overcomplicated.. this just shows enough to tell where he is at this point #the eyes probably look edgy.. looking at the other mirror counterparts eyes theres usually something different about them #sorry for the design analysis i love rambling. kind of crazy how i hate talking in a public area though LOL #gamezz.txt #fanart

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shkika · 2 months

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I'm literally buzzing with excitement for the Wind comic thing :> I've been coming up with my own theories of what it could hold, and even making a video based on those theories! Tho, it'll take some time to finish XD It's like...A big project. Love your works!

This ask made me so happy I blacked out and this appeared on my screen.

I have the comic planned and sketched out with placeholder dialogue between the rodent sisters I just need to finalize it when I can!

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bluerosefox · 4 months

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Roting Jasmine Flowers and Dead Robins

[Anger management Crime Lord! Jason and a Dark/dark grey Jazz] [warning, murder plots, mentioned character deaths, and other things]

We all know what happened to Danny when he lost everything.

But what if this time it's Jazz.

Jazz who lost everything at the hands of the GIW when she was on a college tour while she was in Gotham, suffering and grieving from the news her parents (who finally started to choose both Danny and her over their projects and are in the know of Danny's halfa status), Sam and Tucker, Dani (who was finally family) and her baby brother, the boy she basically raised had died.

The GIW wants their hands on Fenton Tech but seeing how Jazz is the sole Fenton alive and everything gets put under her name they decide to pull some strings in Gotham, using her breakdown in front of the Dean of the college she had been visiting when the news came to her, to get her sent to Arkham for her 'breakdown'

Once unlawfully placed in Arkham the GIW visit and try blackmail her into signing over rights to her parents inventions and tech and it would be a shame that her family and friends death effected her to the point she'll never be able to leave Arkham because she lost her mind. Basically this alarms Jazz and with some more words she gets the hints that her family and Danny's friends death wasn't an accident.

And the GIW was the reason why.

In anger Jazz goes to attack but is held back my guards and the GIW use this to get Jazz signed as 'insane' and 'unstable' and with some bribing and blackmail gets her tossed completely into Arkham.

....While in Arkham, her rage builds and bubbles.

She wants them dead. All of them. She wants every single one of them, all the GIW, to die by her hands.

But first she needs to prepare. She needs to plan. She can't go in a blind rage.

No.

She was going to make them pay for everything.

She'll make them regret taking everything from her. And tossing her in Arkham was such a foolish thing to do. There are many she can learn from here, even if they don't teach her anything she has been good at observing.

....

A few months later, almost a year, rumors of the newest Crime Alley Crime Lord being sent to Arkham was the fastest rumor being spread in the place.

And teal eyes watched, curiously and gleaming with questions from her cell as the guards dragged a young man around her age to his own cell.

Teal meets blue and for a second both their eyes flashed green.

And for a moment Jazz felt the longing familiar feel of a fellow limenal present.

And Jason feels not alone anymore.

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