#hey holder

[eleanorlinsea]

I saw this idea somewhere online and being a cheapskate I am (and also having gay audacity™️) I decided that I don't want to spend gods know how much money but I'd rather diy it.

So now I present to you my wonderful Friends inspired key hook that brings me joy every time I come back home! I made it out of a wooden box, craft foam, sticky metal hooks and some random bits and bobs that I had lying around my drawers. I am extremely happy with the paintjob that helped it look complete.

How do you like it? Would you rather buy something like this or try to DIY it like I did?

~ Lenor

#handmade #art #traditional art #handmade with love #hand painted #artists on tumblr #key hook #diy #diy projects #friends #friends inspired #applied arts #hey holder

[daeyumi]

💫🌟 There Flowed Forth (Consecration of the Self) ☀️✨

[Cycle of the Stars au]

#zelda #legend of zelda #zelda au #loz au #ganondorf #au ganondorf #zelda fanart #daeyumi art #cycle of the stars #cycle of the stars au #cycle of the stars ganondorf #whew i FINALLY finished this one #feels like it took forever lol but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out #one last piece to finish up this series (it’s impa) but it might be a little bit before i get around to it tho #but hey at least i got the 3 triforce holders done #one of these days i will draw ganondorf with a different expression lol i can’t help it if he’s perpetually pissed off

[socksandbuttons]

(Please watch the Monty and Foxy Show video first to avoid Spoilers) . . . . SOLAR FLAREEEEEEEE!!! NONONONONO WHY IS HE STUCK IN LIMBO TOO?! THAT'S NOT OK, IT DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE THERE -cry a lot-

FIRST OF ALL

ITS ACTUALLY SOLAR FLARE THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND!!!! Not just eclipse in his body ITS NICE TO HEAR FROM YOU SIR. Anyway its interesting despite it being a limbo like place, everyones sorta stuck in their rooms. But Solar Flare. He explains enough why everyones there. But for him... He was just developing sentience. He's more aware of things around him. So I wonder if he's sticking around cause he's stuck in between of being not quite a person but a person. Altho leaves him chillin with these people. I can imagine solar flare barging in to eclipses 'room' "Are you done being an ass yet" "FUCK OFF"

#Anyway he could be overseeing everyone instead of like... genuinely stuck but thus making him stuck there cause everyoens #kinda not wanting to move on #ALSO HEYYYY STAR HOLDER ECLIPSE HEY BUDDD oh mannn #love that lil 'solar??' 'solar flare???' like yeah this eclipse wouldnt KNOW #solar flares the only solar he'll ever know BUT THATS OKAY!! #sams solar flare #and i love to see it #an interesting episode of vegeta coming to terms but also... some answers #and lots of SILLY #WE FINALLY GOT CRINGE LUNARRRRR 'thats not his true form' 'whats his true form' 'u dont wanna know' #i kinda wanna know

[pocketramblr]

39. — heartache. Thank you!

tw- uh. blood. organs? surgery? its all unrealistic but still.

There were mottled bruises on Yoichi's chest. The green and purple stood stark and dark against the pale skin. He shivered more from the cold than from Kudo's eyes on it, even though he was used to both.

"Bruce?" Kudo asked, and the other man sighed.

"It's like I thought." Like Yoichi had said. "His heart's too weak on its own for his body. But as it is now, it's too strong."

It was too strong. Too loud. Yoichi's brother's voice used to be what echoed in his head. Now it was the rush of his own exhausted blood.

"So, the rest of his body just needs to catch up in health?" Kudo asked, as if they had the time or resources for that. Bruce shook his head.

Yoichi moved his hand. "No, I'll show you."

He pressed the bruised skin, and it moved back around his fingers. At his call, the organ moved closer, until bits shone in the light. His own pale green, but also the pearly new white that shimmered in other colors.

Kudo breathed in sharp as a knife.

Yoichi let go, and his heart sunk back. It was so heavy in his chest.

"So the rumors about your brother are true?"

Yoichi shrugged. It had been years since he last saw the glint of his brother's heart, green as well, but so dark it was almost black. Glinting like blood did.

Kudo turned again to Bruce. "How much stronger is it?"

"Than Yoichi's own heart? Two and half times stronger, maybe. Than yours or mine, one and a half?"

"Than his brother's?"

"Weaker." Yoichi answered for Bruce. Far weaker, still, than it probably had been at their birth. Certainly weaker than it now, with all the hearts he took from his followers, with all the hearts he stole.

Kudo hummed. "Alright. Take mine."

"No." Yoichi denied him almost before the offer reached his ears, eyes wide, hands moving frantically at nothing.

"Yoichi-"

"I'm not going to be like-"

Bruce cleared his throat. "Wouldn't that make it worse?"

Kudo blinked. "How would it?"

"Because- oh, you meant, I see."

"I don't. And no, I'm not taking-"

"You aren't." Kudo held out his hand. Yoichi took it by habit. His thumb rubbed over the back. It was rough, and warm. "We're going to trade."

Yoichi squeezed the hand tighter. That was worse.

A trade, a bargain, those all ended in death. Kudo had offered him freedom without a price. That was why he had taken it. There wasn't supposed to be an exchange.

"Yoichi."

He closed his eyes, instead of seeing Kudo's expression. The pain he was causing.

His heart beat even faster. His ribs ached with each thump.

"Don't die to spite him. Come out of the vault with me." Kudo said, over the drumming sound.

Just like he'd said the first time Yoichi had heard him speak.

Another hand on his, surrounding it.

"You know we're not the heroes you call us. Can you let us play at it too though, now? Let us try?"

Try. Just for him.

He'd be so selfish to let them. He'd be so selfish to deny them.

He had a headache from the sound of his heart.

He couldn't even hear himself think anymore.

Or maybe he just wasn't.

He opened his eyes, and looked at Bruce. "Is he healthy enough for it?"

Bruce nodded. "He should be. It's not even in the top half of the worst risks he's taken."

Yoichi almost wanted to laugh at that. Instead, tears stuck to his cheek.

"Fine. Yes."

"I'll get the supplies. Kudo, you'll need to lay down." Bruce ordered, and left the room.

Yoichi stood from the bed he was sitting on to give Kudo room after he took his shirt off, but found himself pulled down again anyway. They both fit, if narrowly.

Bruce returned and sterilized his scalpel and needle, put on gloves.

"Alright, if Yoichi's like I think, he'll be able to survive longer without it in than you, so, get it ready first."

Yoichi nodded, and this time, he almost pulled the whole organ out. It sat on his skin and in his palm. It moved under his fingers so quickly.

Bruce twisted a t-shirt and had Kudo bite down, then moved faster than Yoichi had seen.

It felt like no time at all, and also far, far too long. It took twelve heartbeats.

Kudo's heart was like all the others Yoichi had seen. Red and orange and shining, but he had no time to examine it further as Bruce grabbed the one from his hand and switched them, letting go to press the too-large heart into the hole in Kudo's chest. He held it there for a second, and Yoichi suddenly realized the gaping vacuum in his own.

He gasped, and pressed the new heart over his skin. It sunk in like the first and second ones had.

Suddenly, Yoichi was burning. The shock faded, but the warmth didn't.

Yoichi went limp.

He watched Bruce discard his top pair of gloves, then hold the skin closed to sew it back together.

The thread was yellow, whatever they'd been able to find. At least it had been boiled.

Yoichi realized there was blood, sticky and red, on both his and Kudo's chests. But under it on his would only be fading bruises. Under Kudo's, stitches and scars.

Kudo's sticky red blood was on Yoichi's hand, too. He moved it, and in a second Kudo had taken it, squeezed it just as tightly as he had.

Bruce tied off the thread and stuck down the bandages, then stepped back, panting like he'd run across a city.

"You ok?" He asked, taking the t-shirt from Kudo's mouth.

"Fine."

Yoichi nodded.

"Good." Bruce collapsed back into the chair, hands in his lap, not even bothering to remove the gloves. "Good."

Yoichi turned his head to look at Kudo. "How does it feel?"

"Like you. How does mine?"

Yoichi thought about the warmth that was spreading through his body now, more than he'd had in his life. The weight that was solid, but not crushing. The movement that was quick, but not running him into the ground. The sound that was there, but quieter.

"Like you. Thank you." He tilted his head, pressing his forehead to Kudo's. "My hero."

"Thank you. My heart."

"Thank you, doctor who saved both our lives." Bruce said to himself. "You're welcome."

"You never got a doctorate." Kudo breathed.

"You're only brave enough to say that now because I'm not holding the scalpel anymore."

Kudo and Yoichi let out breaths of laugh, then winced as their bodies and hearts adjusted to the sensation.

"Thank you, doctor hero." Yoichi added.

"You're welcome, favorite patient."

#well that was way more fun to write than grading #ehehe. have a little duo holders treat #pocket talks to people #ask game #aimportantdragoncollector #'hey so does this mean afo tears out yoichi's heart in front of kudo-' thanks for asking. yes. #or is it. afo tears out kudo's heart from yoichi's chest. in front of kudo. eh whichever #kudoichi #duo holders

[thenamesblurrito]

assorted Transformers fics to rec (part 1...?)

i really do think fic recs are valuable to fandom so here’s a random collection of Transformers fics i like, with no particular theme. these were compiled by frantically googling half-remembered bits to try and find the only ones i remember reading years ago, and i know i’m missing some i’d like to include

EDIT: part 2 here!

A Prime Performance

TFP AU, incomplete, AO3. Megatron is an actor in a children’s show. this is just as hilarious as you think it is. some slowburn MegOp. i love all the easter eggs and references and the way this in-universe show is created and run?? it’s fascinating

All Roads Lead to Rome

no set continuity/vaguely Bayverse, oneshot, AO3. a huge robot warrior like Sunstreaker is odd enough in modern times, just imagine him in ancient Rome. extremely interesting premise to me i love this bit and would love more. warning for typical crass patriarchal expectations for women in marriage but nothing actually explicit

Another Gate

Bayverse, complete multichap, FFN. whatever Sam is now, it isn’t human. some REAL good body horror, friendship, and alien strangeness ooooo

Bodies (break)

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Ultra Magnus goes to therapy and Rung is something wrong. oooooooghhghghhf i LOVE when people lean into the oddness and creepiness of the local god

Brave New World

fan canon, ongoing webcomic, TFW05. a spin on BW among other things, following Rodimus Prime’s crew of beastformers as they face down an assortment of bad guys and mysteries. LOVE this canon guys i LOVE it, very very good beast mode choices, very heartfelt and very funny, i also love seeing the art progression over the years. lovely webcomic here

Burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar

TFP, complete multichap, AO3, NSFW near the end. it’s focused on Ultra Magnus/reader but the first half of this fic is probably my favorite. the overwhelm and incredulity the reader character grapples with for awhile, i feel like it’s pretty realistic for someone who’s been shoved into a weird new world. DEFINITELY did Breakdown dirty though. has sequels that i haven’t read

dares for the first time

G1, oneshot, AO3. lovely little take on a G1 Guiding Hand that makes me feel things

Dog of Law

IDW, complete multichap, AO3. the Lost Light crew don’t find Minimus in Tyrest’s cells, they find a small green turbofox. lovely character driven piece here and honestly i just really like when his canonical turbofox alt is used i think it’s a shame we never got it in the story proper

First Contact

IDW, incomplete, AO3. listen it’s only a little bit written but i am OBLIGATED to post isekai/modern girl in Middle Earth/falling into fiction type of stories and i really liked the setup for this one okay! i love isekai and this was the only one i could remember to track down

Grey Is The Night

Batman/vaguely IDW crossover, complete multichap, AO3. there’s a new police car in Gotham, and it’s up to no good. listen i don’t even do DC stuff but Batman meeting Prowl here is done MARVELOUSLY ohhh i love this very much, the plot is GOOD, and i bet folks who actually like DC will love it even more

Hazard Light

IDW, oneshot, AO3. a hanahaki take on Brainstorm/Perceptor that i actually like, despite not usually enjoying hanahaki at all, with some nice Cybertronian biology too

How to Save the World in 8 Minutes and 3 Seconds

vaguely G1/continuity soup, oneshot, AO3. how does Prowl save a species, with blocked communications, no visuals, and a short time limit? why, he just keeps an eye on social media of course! a lil dark and fun and clever

In Media Bellum

TFP, incomplete, AO3. human reader is caught up with Team Prime in a delightful exploration of culture and introspection and found family. no shipping but masterful platonic relationship work! it feels... idk relaxed? caring? i love the tone of this writing

Juxtaposition

vaguely G1, complete multichap, FFN (also on AO3 but never finished crossposting). a human OC gets in a car accident and starts hearing voices in her head, unknowingly saving a Cybertronian’s life, even if it’s in a very atypical manner. love this OC, love the whole premise here and the exploration of an alien reality from a human POV. no shipping, if that’s not ur thing

Lost Light/Rodimus

IDW, oneshot, Tumblr. the ship comes to life and has something important to ask Rodimus. i love this concept it’s very good, very intriguing

Magnus Carey

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Verity teaches Minimus about Christmas. short and sweet, i love their friendship

My Totally Real Mary Sue Husband Who Lives Back On Cybertron

TFA, oneshot, AO3, Dratchet. “Ratchet offhandedly mentions he's conjunxed. Bumblebee refuses to believe him. Hijinks ensue.” funny and in character and sweet

Mythbusters Season Nine Interlude: The Autobot Special

G1/Mythbusters crossover, oneshot, AO3. busting some myths AND some Decepticons! it just keeps getting better and better the further you read. i laughed out loud so many times, and cheered at recognizing so many classic Mythbusters bits, and i will get on my hands and knees to beg for a Dirty Jobs sequel these shows were my CHILDHOOD

Patronus

TFP, twoshot, AO3. Megatron has teatime with Rung, who... is not a normal bot. more good good Rung being something wrong

Property Of

Bayverse, incomplete, FFN. when Sam and Mikaela meet Bumblebee, it isn’t as an Autobot scout, but rather as a new owner of these recently discovered organic animals called “humans”. a very well done human pet fic that doesn’t veer into psychological torture or boundary crossing or anything (sorry if that’s your jam) and while it’s incomplete i still love what’s there, especially as the kids learn how to communicate their personhood to an ignorant Bee

Rules to Follow When Making First Contact

continuity soup/fan canon, ongoing series, AO3. listen i know many folks aren’t here for the human characters but i LOVE all the humans here they are each characterized so well and i love seeing how its been blended together across canons. this is a very clever, very engaging setup with a very grounded presence for alien robots that hits in ALL the right places for me. AUTOBOTS LEARNING ENGLISH YALL!!! YES!!! very good very good

Scrimscrim

TFP....... sort of, incomplete, AO3. what do you do when you end up with a Starscream toy brought to life? this is a hilarious premise with good characterization, a lovely human OC, a ridiculous situation handled very realistically, and generally good fun to read. reverse isekai is perhaps more of a favorite of mine than isekai!

SG Prime

TFP SG au, ongoing webcomic, own website and DA. REALLY REALLY COOL YALL. fantastic designs and inclusions and expanding on TFP lore and making very interesting SG dynamics and just. excellent.

TFP Wheeljack in TFA

TFP/TFA crossover, ongoing series of posts, Tumblr. i LOVE crossovers, i will kill and die for crossovers, and this is one of the few i’ve been able to find! there’s enough posts under that tag that i haven’t been able to read them all but what i did see is GOOD

The Echo Garden

IDW/TFP crossover, incomplete, AO3. Soundwave gets picked up by the Lost Light. okay i am a SUCKER for crossovers as previously stated and this one is Good. leans fully into being a crossover and expounding on the differences between universes. Soundwave needs to figure out what to do with himself! also features some delightful slowburn SoundRod and a lovely ensemble cast. Toaster is the best

The One Where The Decepticons Are The Good Guys

TFP SG au, incomplete, AO3. i’m not typically a fan of Shattered Glass stuff but this doesn’t feel terribly OOC or completely upended or alien to the original plot, i think this is done very well and i can’t wait for more

Transformers Recovery: Primal Launch

fan canon, complete multichap, AO3. it’s like the Lost Light but weirder, i don’t even know how to convey its awesomeness. VERY funny, VERY cool, Sky Lynx is there, Swerve is important, Riptide is such a good bot, Megatron exists, just all good things here. treat yourself and read this it’s such a delight

Twenty-Five to Life

vaguely IDW, oneshot, AO3. Starscream/Minimus soulmate au that makes me wheeze when i read it because it it so painfully in character and hilarious oh my god i am CRYING laughing by the time i finish it. petty criminal Starscream, noble Minimus, oil and water. gets raunchy but nothing explicit with an NSFW sequel

Under Control Till You’re In Front Of Me

G1, oneshot, AO3. i need more people to join the Shockwave/Moonracer ship please please it’s good

Xenoethnography

canon soup/based in TFP, ongoing series, AO3. a more hard scifi take on Transformers from the POV of an anthropologist hired to study them. y’all, THIS IS GOOD. seriously if there’s one fic out of all of these i could keep, it’d be this one, it’s just so so good ugh. ugh i love it i need to catch up with it again

#fic rec #rec list #macaddam #transformers #transformers fanfiction #long post #hey look its story isnt that weird #theres still a few open on my tab holder i need to get around to rereading and put on here but! thatll be an eventual part 2 ig #if you have any crossovers or isekai esque fics not on here send them my way and i will add them to my to-read list

[magically-maddie]

I just realized that all the gossip I hear comes from my physical therapists instead of something normal like, you know, friends.

Realizing these things..oof. Being young and disabled is a whack in the chest sometimes.

#but hey #my PTs share their snacks and treats that they keep tucked in the back! #that's actually helping my point but it's tasty what can I say #(i've been there for so long that someone will bring in something random like phone holders or cupcakes and the PTs will just. give me one. #why is this my life? well! that's to blame on the wonderful: #ehlers danlos syndrome #disability #chronic illness #physical therapy #chronically ill #young and disabled #disabled #i'm bad at tagging please excuse me

[yolowritter]

Plagg's past holder is...Not Great™

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to another post! This here is a little something I cooked up for Plagg in "A Case of Ladybug Luck". To give some context, I very much consider the Kwami to be Gods, and treat them like it. So when the story moved towards exploring them further, I decided to write a piece of Plagg with a past holder. Yes, Sullivan's name is a Dark Souls 3 reference. I'm a nerd, sue me. Actually don't, I can barely pay for my readers' therapy. Anyway, this can be read as a standalone, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to post! Enjoy!

Trigger Warnings: Emotional manipulation, extreme apathy, plague and disease, and mass-genocide. Abusing Cataclysm is very dangerous to others.

A man sits on an old throne, inside a forgotten, crumbling keep. The roof has long caved in on one side of the chamber, letting the rain and thunder slip through the many cracks. The halls of this castle are silent, without so much as the squeak of a mouse to interrupt the heavy breathing echoing in the wind. His face is covered by a cracked helmet, one adorned with the faceplate of a panther’s skull. And the rest of the body rests inside an ever-rusting suit of black plated armor, decorated at the knees and shoulders by silver claws. Those very arms extend to wrap around the body, as if in a tired, pointless gesture of protection. Pontiff Sullivan sits upon his dusty throne on an eerily quiet night, with only the occasional strike of thunder to shatter the silence.

Beyond what tired eyes can see lies the rest of the keep, a forgotten Lord’s castle than once stood tall and proud. Moss and tangled vines have begun growing on the exterior walls, most of the windows blown to pieces by howling winds, and not a single soul’s footprint to be found. Rather, all Plagg can see with his endless eyes are the harsh claw marks on the ground, another result of his master’s choice of adornment. On the bottom side of Sullivan’s boots lay the jagged claws of a fierce black panther, a terrifying beast whose presence haunts every speck of air the God of Destruction can perceive. By his rough estimate, Plagg guesses it must have been at least two decades since even a stay cat set foot inside this old keep, at the top of a small hill overlooking a small town. Even the massive greatsword laying against the throne’s arm has been gathering dust, slowly eroding with the passage of time.

His master does nothing but sit on this very spot, has not moved in what the Kwami thinks may be weeks or even longer. All ‘round the ancient castle lay dark scorch marks of pure Destruction, one of which is visible through a half-crumbled wall just a few halls away. The howling winds continue to tear the keep apart one stone brick at a time, and Plagg is left only with memories. He recalls the battlefield, those very fields just outside the main gate. Said former testament to human engineering now lies ajar, with worms slowly eating at the wood it’s mad of. But once, many years ago, it had been the sight of war. Sullivan, then a young and determined knight, had finally gathered whichever friends could be mustered to retake his ancestral home from the boy’s uncle. Plagg cannot remember for the life of him if they were actually ever related by blood. Yet…the Kwami cannot find reason for the detail to matter. No, instead his jumps to Sullivan’s bravery and courage, to the sheer presence of shining gold that almost three hundred men had rallied behind. A kind smile and encouraging words had appealed to morals and knightly conviction once, the same features now lay hidden behind a faceless mask.

That boy…is gone now. Plagg knows as much, but is still tethered to this shell of a man, a shattered reflection of valiance twisted into nothing more than self-righteous foolishness. That was why, in the pride of his old age, Sullivan had sent his servants and knights all away to far-off lands, back when a single sliver of goodness still nested in his heart. The breastplate’s tattered cape billows in the wind as the Pontiff finally stands, armor crafted by the magic of Plagg’s Miraculous creaking with every movement. The Kwami feels himself strain as much as the metal plates, having held Sullivan’s pitiful existence together for so long that he, a literal God, has begun to long for the separation that so defined his kin before first contact with humanity. Truly, even being formless once again would be preferable to this horrible stagnation that permeated the very concept of Destruction.

With great effort, a single step is taken, and then another…and another…and another, until eventually the aging Pontiff’s legs have carried them both across the deserted halls and up a staircase that’s barely stable enough to hold a single man’s weight. It’s then, overlooking the surrounding lands from high above, that Plagg finally sees it. His Destruction, the echoes left behind by that great Cataclysm which brought Sullivan and his comrades victory, a gain in which the Kwami had once gladly shared. It’s been so long since he’s observed the full scope of that battle, if only because no mortal should be able to do the same. And yet, the Pontiff takes deep, ragged breaths as he gazes to the black flickers lining the grass, almost as if marking the ground with timeless scorches. Plagg feels it too, the subtle way in which they tremble in warning. He’s already known of course what any deviation from the throne-watching entails, but now it’s fully confirmed.

In the town below, a single traveler rests at a tavern, coughing lightly as if to clear his throat. Not a soul suspects, fewer have even heard the rumors, but what is death if not the slow, methodical destruction of physical matter? What is impending doom, if not something Plagg can feel? The stormy night goes on, and a blinding flash of thunder splits the skies as Sullivan begins to raise his arms. Trembling old bones and half-shattered armor both creak in protest, much more resistance than the God of Destruction can bother mustering. Still, the Pontiff manages to raise his clawed gauntlets up to an opening in the crumbling watchtower’s stones, and murmurs the word under his breath.

Cataclysm. A notion that Plagg had once been proud to personify, when that very same power had turned a legion of bloodthirsty, half-mad men to dust right before Sullivan’s eyes. The Kwami had used it then in desperation, this flicker of divine power. To save his Holder, a brave man he’d grown far too attached to for anyone’s good. With golden hair to match the aura surrounding the young knight, and green eyes glimmering with brilliant rays of hope as banners were raised in victory…Plagg had failed to see the darkness skulking underneath. That same evil was now made manifest in wisping black smoke ‘round the old Pontiff’s clawed arms, with a pained grunt as viscous veins of inky puss flickered to life all across his body.

The once rosy tint of the boy’s cheeks had long been stolen, replaced with a pale, ghastly complexion fit only for the horror stories told about the many creatures which had great aversion from the sun. Plagg hadn’t bothered to learn what the folktales were calling them this century. The black energy crackled all through Sullivan’s body, sapping both his and the Kwami’s lifespans to bring forth the very power that even a God like him had grown to fear. Of course, Plagg had heard the justification countless times, so many that he had truly began to lose count faster than Sullivan lost his mind. Yet it mattered little, when the dark mist of Cataclysm spread throughout the air, carried by howling winds all the way to its unsuspecting victims.

A raspy cough nearly tears through the Pontiff’s lungs, and he desperately clutches a crumbling wall to stay upright. “It’s a mercy, Plagg. They are all sick, and I am the cure…” he speaks the words with a conviction the Kwami once admired, and falls silent once more. In the town below, the Plague has begun to spread, from the traveler to the innkeeper, and then to another. The swirling dark mists flood the air around the slumbering villagers, and Plagg feels each and every bright soul disintegrate into absolutely nothing, leaving naught but tiny specks of ash.

#miraculous ladybug #a case of ladybug luck #ao3 fanfic #plagg #past black cat holder #kwami as gods #abuse of miraculous powers #can you tell im mentally ill #and a menace to society? #but hey thats just a theory #anyway yeah #I'll post more acoll soon #just wanted to share #this magic moment #of ripping off Dark Souls

[cashewally-sarcastic]

Good afternoon bestie!

Imagine being the anemo trio and when you three are exploring you all come across new information together. Some of its good, some of its bad. But hey! Its neat....

Then you learn about how the human body needs sunlight to survive. How it needs stuff like salt. Fresh fruits. Ventus is like "oh so thats why ___ died. I recognize those symptoms.." while Decarabian is horrified. He knew his species and humans were different.. but by the stars!

And Ventus is right next to him, confirming those fears.

His people were suffering. Suffocating. Smotherd by his storms.

Wouldn't that be fucked up lol :)

God that WOULD be fucked up :)

#venti taking notes on what NOT to do and how humans work #hey at least ventus might get some closure? like ‘oh i mean. at least i know how they died now’ #how long do you think it took the people of mondstadt to get like…good information about health? #because even now one of the ways people are healed is Barbara’s singing so like #also what does healthcare look like in teyvat with healing vision holders I wanna know #hi steel!

[baby-back-ribs]

HAPPY MUGSHOT THURSDAY EVERYBODY

#donald trump #donald trump indictment #georgia indictment #YIPPEE #hey hey. the copyright holder of mugshots are generally the police department that takes them #that means no merch for him to sell. or a potential suit if he tries. #it’s a nice day #trump indictment #trump mugshot #:) #rib posting

[nat-20s]

oooo i need to go out and meet more people especially around my age i haven't had a crush in ages and it can really spice things up a bit

#nothing more dull than trying to engage in a romantic daydream #and just having to put 'shadow figure' as your mental place holder for who brings you soup when you're sick #though sometimes i'll do this with mothman #mothman if you're single hey girl heyyyy hmu???

[petrichorvoices]

Cecil bought me beer. I prefer it over our usual wine. It got the wine, too, but it got me the cheapest beer it could find. It tastes like ass and it means so much to me.

#Rambling #Kond's tag #Hey! Lefc and I are back. Alcoholism holder here to handle alcoholism. Feat his weird little guy. #Addict tag #Plurality tag #Because fuck it. Despite the circumstances this makes me really happy to be plural.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 4 | IMMORTALITY | wc: 100

Nana shrieked and flailed backwards, reflexively turning on Float to extend the distance between her and Sorahiko’s reshaping body, because holy shit. The click of bones realigning, the squish of flesh mending… These were technically familiar sounds, ever since Recovery Girl had crashed the post-battle scenes in Japan, but Nana was usually prepped to witness the miracle.

A weak groan escaped Sorahiko’s throat. His body convulsed, then went limp.

“Gran Torino,” she said loudly, staring wide-eyed at the unmarked flesh showing through the shredded jumpsuit. Her partner twitched; his head turned in her direction, and something in his eyes sparked.

#bnha #shimura nana #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shih.txt #febuwhump 23 #not necessarily an oldguard!au (which would be more fitting for ofa holders anyway) #more of a 'hey what if torino's life was tied to one for all from the start' #which actually makes him more of a mogget from sabriel hahaha

[flowerflamestars]

Hey, there's been something I've been meaning to ask for some time, what do you imagine Prythian's neighboring unnamed Continent to be like? how does it differ from Prythian and are the fae different over there? do they also have seasonal courts or do their kingdoms/nations run in a other way? since you headcanon that the Archeron sisters have fae heritage through their mother and maternal grandmother it gives me the feeling that they intermingle more with humans than the Prythian fae who seem more isolated.

Also: Happy holidays by the way!

Hi, happy holidays to you too!

I'm not sure I always imagine the Archeron's with faery heritage that direct- my overall headcanon is fae blood SOMEWHERE (see, Nesta's semi immunity to magic? or glamour? which the series never explains)...which I imagine has to be relatively common, actually. If we're willing to look at humans in the context of having been an enslaved people, some mixed genes feels unfortunately guaranteed.

As for Effloresce- where I am so, so excited for you guys to meet the Archeron's murderous tree lady faery queen grandmother, my god- I've cast a pretty wide net. Canon portrayal being Prythian (England/Scotland), Hybern (IRELAND, WHAT THE HELL), and then The Continent (Europe) makes sense in the slightest shred that like...she wanted to use a real map to base shapes on? Which I get? But the through line kind of sucks.

So. I make Prythian bigger- also a continent in it's own right. And I tend to make their magic wilder. Less settled. Less controllable. The land is choosing its rulers and stopping the turn of seasons, it IS faeryland.

And then there are other places like it in the wider world- enchanted forests. Magic lakes. Magic phenomena. But unlike Prythian, I like to think 'the continent' is a place where humans can live too. There's human places and faery places, but I think the bigger cities are mixed. There's mortal queens, but there's also faery council democracies. Kings, and princes, and all kinds of little city-states. The strict Court system (here is Winter, where All Winter Fae Live) is Prythian specific.

And a part of that diversity is just...five hundred years ago, in faery reckoning, the war changed everything. Five centuries is more than enough time for humans to multiply and adapt and thrive, but it is not that long for immortals. That's why the mix works- all the magic in the world is not quite the same as the bright, burning spark of a human life and their driving, incessant, curious will to survive.

It's a dangerous world.

But a bright and beautiful one too!

#s/jm voice: here is MY FAERY LAND WHERE EVERYONE IS WHITE #COUGH EXCEPT FOR 'THE BLACK LAND' (EGYPT) WHO WERE EVIL SLAVE HOLDERS #OH WAIT AND THE FILTHY EVIL IRISH #I'd get it if she wanted to work within european folklore #but like #then just stop there! #that's fine! #stop writing about slavery! #hey and maybe it's a bad call #to have All Your Characters be team 'former oppressors are inherently better'??? #do not get me started on the canon killing of ALL half/part fae children in prythian and how we're supposed to blame mortals for that #yall #the faeries did not want their freed slaves to have hypothetically powerful magic #IT IS that simple #effloresce meta

[authorwithissues]

Looks like it's time to graduate from a student bank account to an adult bank account

#awi #personal #over a month ago there was fraud on my parents account #they caught it sorted it its all good #except #my ability to pay external bills keeps getting blocked #i call. i wait in the hold line 45 minutes. i explain my issue and the rep says huh that weird let me put you on hold while i check with #my supervisor. except im not put on hold. im booted back to the main menu #i get back in the hold line. another 30 minutes. i get a different person. i explain. they havent seen it before. theyre checking with #their supervisor. i am booted back to the main menu. i lose my compusure perhaps a lot #next day i call again. i explain. i say BEFORE YOU PUT ME ON HOLD TO CHECK WITH YOUR SUPERVISOR please know that if i appear to have hung #up I Did Not. Please Call Me Back. i am booted back to the main menu. i hang up and wait for the call back. they do not call back #i call. i wait in line 20+ minutes. i explain. they havent seen it before but hey try xyz. okay. i hang up to try xyz. it doesnt work. #i call. the hold line is over 30 minutes again. i give up #next day i call. wait in line 20+ minutes. havent seen that before. try abc? okay. i hang up to try abc. it doesnt work. i cry. #i tell my parents im fuckin losing it. its probably related to that fraud. are you guys having this issue???? no were paying ours just fine. #okay so fuck me in particular #i call. i wait in line 20+ minutes. they wont talk to me. im not the primary account holder. i say ive been talking to people for weeks. #they say not sure why but they can only talk to the primary account holder. i text my mom. i show her the error im getting. she says lets #go to the bank in person. i say okay. its too late today but we can go tomorrow. i will pick you up tomorrow mom. she says okay #i message her in the morning to silence. let me know when youre up! silence. fuck i drive over shes still asleep and theyre closing in an #hour.i drag her to the fuckin bank. wait in line. teller hasnt seen this before. asks his supervisor. she says oh i know exactly what that #is! but i cant fix it. call this number. i sit in the lobby and call the number. theyre closed. okay. i tell my mom i will call tomorrow but #if theyll only talk to the primary then youll need to call. i call. they wont talk to me. i text my mom. they close at 3 you need to call #silence. at 330 she texts that theyre closed. tomorrows a holiday. i remind her in person to call tomorrow. today i remind her again to call #i dont hear from her so at 4 i ask what the bank said. she says they closed at 3. she didnt call #im going to drive off a fuckin cliff #the bank will be open a little while after i get off work but ill be hella late to feed my cat. might just have to feed her late because im #an inch from losing my shit and i will take the ability to Pay My Fucking Bills over the covenience of the joint family account

[juleteinthrum]

Can you belIEVE ME. ZIM(a trauma holder) would have a fucking trauma response(im a trauma holder)?! UNFATHOMABLE (i carry the majority of the bodily trauma including emotional shit).

#im an idiot #mitten in headspace meeting with my family at the cabin like muttering betweenst each other “im worried about zim” #“i knowww hes been in front for a WHILE this shit doesnt happen” #“its gonna be just like October” “i knowww something must be building” and i enter the apartment from taking the trash out. #so i feel like i have enough privacy to actually enter innerworld and ask hey wtf guys what #and they all look at me like hey buddy. wide eyes. “you okay?” like yeah what the fuck is going on??? #and im like last time i fronted this long no one had any issues!! and they just kinda.“you know thats nOt true. there was so many” #and i just silence bc idk what to say bc they're right Nd im like. but im fine? isn't kiba the one???? and they're like yeah but. he direct #ly impacts u and everyone else bc were in 1 body and ur literally a trauma holder n u literally just described being triggered numbly #and im like psshhhhhh *goes and has a full body trauma meltdown shaking and hyperventilating and groaning incoherently bc it hurts and i can #t speak or breathe or think and they have to soothe me thru it* and then go back to what i was doing like huh. huh. hm. im. here for a purpo #im traumatized LMFAO and anyway im using this blog as it's supposed to finally #got a lottt done today im proud but goD my body did Not Like that #zims stink #actually plural #osdd #traumagenic #invader zim #fictive #vent #cptsd #trauma response

[doodlboy]

Guess who got a phone stand nerds

#that was aggressive sorz #anyway #this makes my life sm easier #the phone holder is a pain in the ass 2 open by myself but it works fine otherwise #i can finally record reels 4 insta or whatever without my phone up my nose skdhsks #elliot rambles #irl #hey look my hand