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*GETS RESSURECTED*
I HAVE RETURNED AND THEREFORE YOU MUST SUFFER MY CREATIONS
Followers, scrollers, and sexy tumblr bots, I introduce to you two of my Original Characters: Ghost and Nile. Cybertronian rouges and scavengers, they’re part of a rough, tumble, and chaotic crew. Everyone’s taumatized and actual compliments are about as rare as energon on a dead planet. Exhibit A:
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yarnacle · 4 months
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its too late at night im having too many gay thoughts about these idiots so. here we are i guess.
It's Ian. No one else is going to fucking caress him. For all the informality of the company's content and general atmosphere, with this video concept especially, he's still their boss. And no one is going to want to, or have the guts to just fucking stroke his face like that. Even as he laughs and asks 'What is this?' he knows what's happening, knows who those hands belong to.
Two fingers drag down the right side of his face, and he feels the chalk that's left behind. It's going to stay for the rest of the video, and there's something to be said about that, he thinks. Something symbolic, something romantic, or even something funny, the last thought being slapped into his head when Ian's hand collides with his face.
It doesn't hurt that much, and immediately after he cracks a joke.
"This person thinks they're hilarious."
And they are, he wants to add. They're ridiculously funny, with a dark, somewhat skewed sense of humour to match his own, and they're brilliant and kind and so many other things, but right now they're making it easy for him.
"Who would caress my face and slap me outta nowhere?"
He, and everyone else in the room, and everyone who's going to watch the video, knows.
"Feels like an Ian move to me- Did you just boop me?"
Ian's locking it in, making sure that it's clear that, yeah, in case you couldn't figure it out already, it's me motherfucker.
"That's the only one you truly needed to get right."
Anthony laughs. He's not wrong - It wouldn't matter if he got everyone else dead wrong [even Angela, after hearing her speak and feeling her entire cast]. So long as he got Ian right, then it would be fine. There's probably also something to be said about how sweet that would be, but after having all the fucking braincells knocked out of his skull from the second person, he's not very poetic.
All that matters is that he guessed Ian correctly, and can still feel the two stripes of chalk on his cheek. [All that matters is that now there's a phantom warmth ghosting across his face, a replication of the gentle, almost loving strokes a distraction from the slight sting from everyone else's hands.]
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front-facing-pokemon · 3 months
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Front facing Wizard Celebi 💪
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Went through the teen plushie liker plight of being made fun of for an impulse buy two seconds after and hating this guy for a while because of that but I've come around because look at that face. Look at that cloak and leaf hat. I'd let them curse my bloodline
oh this is fucking adorable. i didn't know a Wizard Celebi aesthetic even existed, unless this is unofficial—the only thing i remember was the thing they did for halloween one time. i like this. this is good. here have some nose ratings about it:
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dunno about wimpod. i feel like they're just scared. typically this is not a very Good emotion to have. i think it's in the name. Wimp od
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isorottatime · 11 months
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after OBSESSIVELY and INTENSELY studying every instance of luz and amity’s art in the show for HOURS with NO END (made 3 notes) i drew how i think lumity would draw each other if asked to ‘doodle [your] girlfriend’ :3c
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sga-owns-my-soul · 5 days
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sorry to everyone i tell a fic idea to that they get excited about bc i'm so bad at finishing a fic but i can offer you the start of the 8 new fics i've started this week with 0 plans on how to finish them if you would like
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payidaresque · 9 months
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AYBUKE PUSAT for elele magazine
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Thinking about Izzy with hanahaki, coughing up flowers over Ed for like 25-30 years. Yeah it sucks but its not gonna kill him. Obviously keeps it a secret (From Ed at least, Fang and Ivan caught on but they don’t wanna get involved in All That so they keep it to themselves and help Izzy out when he gets bad spells. None of them mention it but Izzy is grateful, which makes it all the worse when they start palling around with the Revenge crew over Izzy :’Tc).
(Uh, readmore cause I didn’t expect this to get. Like. Huge. lmao)
Then Stede Fucking Bonnet comes along and things get worse as he watches Ed fall for Stede, even if he doesn’t really understand. Still, he manages. Gotta push through, Ed would expect nothing less.
And when Stede leaves and the Kraken happens Izzy goes through a good bit of hell. Ed is barely out the room after the toe incident before Izzy is hacking up so many flowers he thinks he might actually die this time. He doesn’t, though. Cleans himself up, puts his shaky legs to work. (And then Lucius finds out, doesn’t really matter who pulled him back on board, Izzy knows about it because none of them are subtle. He keeps the secret because. He’s really not sure. But Lucius is in the walls and he hears Izzy having a fit and now he knows. He wants to ask. Tries to, even, Izzy shuts him down and he’s not even angry when he does it. Just. Defeated. Lucius silently adds another thing to his ‘Things I’m Gonna Bitch At Blackbeard For Once He’s Not Crazy Anymore’ list.)
When Stede comes back its. Better. For a while. There’s a lot of hurt all around but everyone is alive and they’re (mostly) talking it through as a crew. Ed makes his apologies to the crew, even to Izzy. Stede makes his apologies as well. Izzy accepts that This Is His Life Now. Since Stede seems to actually want to learn now that he can’t just throw money at all his problems Izzy offers to actually teach him (instead of ‘teaching’ him like Ed does). He shows him the ropes (literally), gets him passable with a sword, keeps Ed focused when he’s teaching him navigation (not Izzy’s strong suit, he can manage if he needs to but Ed’s always been better at it). They actually find themselves getting along.
Izzy starts joining the crew during ‘story time’ (sometimes its stories, sometimes its other group activities, easier to just give it the one label). One night, after Stede finishes the story and everyone is heading to bed, he watches Stede and Ed head to their cabin. Sometimes they’ll ask him along for a night cap, not always though, and its. Fine. But. He watches them head off without him. The way they hold each other as they go, smiling, only eyes for each other.
He barely makes it to his room before he’s coughing up the most flowers he’s done since Ed fed him his toe. He, frustratedly, sets to work cleaning them up but. He actually stops to look at them. He stares. And stares and stares.
Two distinct types of flowers littler his floor. He tries to deny it but he understands immediately the implications. Fuck.
Still, Izzy is nothing if not the worlds most repressed trooper. He sticks it out. Or. Tries to. Its hard because Stede and Ed keep asking after him and seeking him out and talking and touching him and. Its just camaraderie he knows but. It makes him want. And he knows he can’t have that. He wouldn’t have a damn botanical garden in his chest if he could. Its starting to take its toll on him though. He can tell its getting bad because Stede and Ed are starting to worry about him. They don’t say it in so many words but he can see it in their eyes. Ed is more hesitant to go on raids, makes up some excuse about his knee playing up more than usual, but Izzy knows it because he can see how his hands shake even when at rest and he’s thinking about him slipping up in a fight. Stede’s plying him with herbal teas and feeding him several small meals throughout the day, he’s noticed Izzy can’t stomach much anymore, how he’s getting weaker by the day because of it.
He leaves after Lucius catches him having another fit. A bad one. He says he’s going to get the captains but Izzy begs him not to. ‘Not yet,’ he lies, ‘I’ll tell them myself but. Just. Give me some time.’ Lucius begrudgingly agrees, gives him two days. ‘And if you haven’t told them by then I’m going to do it myself and you can thank me later.’ Izzy leaves that night.
He shouldn’t be surprised, when he finds Calico Jack in some seedy bar at the nearest port he can reach, though he is. ‘Thought you were dead.’ He finds himself relieved he’s not, its nice to have a familiar face around if he’s gonna die here. (He knows he’s dying. Not immediately, he’s got more fight in him than that, but. Its coming on the horizon and he knows it. Like he knows a storm eventually follows a red dawn.)
Jack eyes him, calculating, never as drunk as he pretends to be. Izzy doesn’t know what he sees but he breaks into his usual grin and says, ‘Nah, still got - what is it - four? Four lives left. Take more than some crazy bird’s cursed cannon ball to take down Calico Jack, babydoll.’ If it were anybody else, Izzy would be bristling at the nickname, but he’s long since resigned himself to being called things like that from Jack. Jack loses his easy grin though and adds ‘You look a bit like death fuckin warmed over though, fuck happened to you?’ There’s genuine care in his tone and it reminds Izzy so much of Ed and Stede and, thank fuck Jack seems to notice because Izzy’s slapping a hand over his mouth and Jack is taking his arm and they barely make it to the shitty little room Jack’s occupying before the petals start spilling out. Jack holds him through the fit, its nice. Izzy almost regrets when its over because Jack sets him down on the bed and steps back, fixes him with a look he’s too exhausted to decipher. ‘Fuck.’ He says, eventually. ‘Think we’re gonna need a drink for this.’ The alcohol burns his tender throat but he knows Jack is gonna get him to talk anyway and its easier with the rum so he drinks. And he talks.
Jack doesn’t call him an idiot but its strongly implied. Izzy doesn’t know what he expects him to do, its not as if he chose this. He doesn’t call him an idiot though, instead he. Takes care of him? Its odd, he knows Jack isn’t as callous and heartless as he pretends to be, knows he’s actually got pretty good bedside manners in fact (There’d been a time before all the legend and everything after when they were all sailing together, they’d lost their medic during a raid and Jack stepped up. He was no doctor but he knew enough to keep everyone from dying til they go someone new. He also had a child and Izzy knew, for all that he was regularly absent from their life, he wasn’t an absent father. He knew how to care for people.), but it surprises him nonetheless to have it turned towards him. Like it matters to him that Izzy is as comfortable as he can be, given the circumstances.
Izzy manages to be up and around most days but they’re growing fewer. Lacking much better to do (he’s never been good at sitting idle) he follows Jack around when he can manage to get out of bed. On days where he can’t Jack still goes out, Izzy wonders why, he mostly just drinks and fucks around, its hardly as if he can’t do that here with Izzy. He supposes he must not make for very good company, sorry state he’s in. Still.
He’s more than a bit annoyed that it takes him hacking up even more flowers after Jack leaves one morning, with a ‘Be back sometime this evening Babydoll, I got something for you,’ to realize. ‘Fuck’s sake,’ he rasps, staring down at the mound of three distinct types of petals. He’s so tired. He’ll clean it up later, promises himself he’ll be up before Jack gets back to clean them up.
He dreams of warm hands, fond smiles, soft touches, and tender voices and wakes coughing up more and more flowers. He can’t breathe. Tears sting his eyes, from the pain in his throat and his lungs, at the thought of being alone at the end like this. He spares a brief thought towards how Jack will react, coming back this evening to find him gone. Wonders how Stede would react. Edward. Still more flowers.
The door bursts open and Izzy doesn’t have the air or the energy to startle. Jack. Jack is there and he looks panicked. And there’s Stede behind him. And Edward. Somehow Izzy finds the air to let out a hysterical little laugh, it comes out more of a gasp. Must have died already, he thinks, how else could they all be here, as though his thoughts summoned them.
‘Izzy!’ He’s not sure which of them is calling him, his vision is starting to go spotty and his ears are ringing. Maybe none of them, maybe its a trick of his desperate, dying mind. There’s hands on him, warm and soft and. Instinct tells him to fight, he can’t see who’s touching him, he knows he needs to fight but. He’s so tired. He can’t see but he feels his eyes slip shut.
‘Izzy, I love you.’
Nothing.
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presiding · 7 months
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an audio narration/excerpt from an unreleased chapter, re: emily's changes to the timeline in dh2. i guess this is a behind the scenes???
reading aloud is one of my fav editing tricks. v minor spoilers for unreleased chapter of the monster in the hull
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fallen-goldfishcracker · 11 months
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GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE by The Narcissistic Cookbook.
Yeah, that. Whatever that is, I like it.
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katyspersonal · 5 months
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Tbh one of the distant wishes I have would be a YouTube channel focused on drawing tutorials for Bloodborne x) Maybe ER too! I feel like the way I approach loredigging is a bit too whack for YouTube audience 🤔 Tumblr is used by kinda different people entirely, if you know what I mean by this? But taking people step by step on how to draw Rom with 100% accuracy or how to figure out Mensis Cage design or what Gratia is wearing or helping to pin down precise face data detail and color sounds like it'd be so much fun?? I have a skill of being extremely scrupulous about details and I know from experience that simply looking at screenshots/models can still be jarring and such detailed designs are better be taken step by step!
I just can't even imagine being set properly enough to have good drawing software, let alone streaming ghgjhj But I know that other artists who want to get things super accurate but get lost in all these details exist.... somewhere..
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b0nelessdoodles · 7 months
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instead of doing oc-tober i have decided to become deranged
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amygdalae · 2 years
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u ever think about technology u wish was real/accessible but also if someone DID make it you 100% absolutely would NOT trust it enough to use it
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synthshenanigans · 8 months
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Round 6!
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-Vote for what you think is more underrated but also what you still like a lot-
Again, as HEAL isn't as well known, I give the link to whoever wants to hear it.
I particularly want people to hear this one as his Majora's Masks songs aren't as known. I really REALLY love this one, so I recommend listening to it especially if you like LoZ or even just Majoras Mask.
(Tho its still a good song even if you don't know it)
[RB for more votes if ye'd like]
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reinabeestudio · 23 days
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Some covers make me think how much progress I've made in a (relatively) short time
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lovelesslittleloser · 24 days
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Vent post…. yay………
Some context: I write fanfiction sometimes, about whatever I feel like at the time. I don’t usually post any, preferring to just save it as a draft on Wattpad (which I’m used to, as I found it before any other site. Plus it keeps your drafts FOREVER, which I thought was obvious, but I guess not). However, due to technical difficulties (and having it constantly on for like mayyybe four years straight?? Could be six haha moving on), my computer just will not turn on. Which sucks because I had a ton of tabs open, but I’m not too down about that part anymore; the part that I’m VERY down about, however, is the fact that I can’t write anymore. I could use ao3 (and I do to read!) but then I’d be on a time limit (30 days), which would make me constantly stress thinking about it until it’s posted, which would not be good for my mental health. I could use fanfiction.net, as it has a longer time limit (365 days), but I’ve never used it before, and getting used to it would be really hard (it was hard enough with ao3). I’ve tried writing on Wattpad on my phone, but the option to write just isn’t even present?? Which is such bullshit????? And it might be fine if I get the app, but I kinda just. Don’t want to. I also have the ability to use a computer that isn’t mine and just login there, but it’s weird, and everything in my gut and soul is telling me Not To Do That for some reason, so I haven’t yet. I’m really considering just getting the Wattpad app and being done with it, because I’ve had some really good thoughts on a Pokémon fanfic I’m writing, and I wanna write it down so I don’t forget, but I don’t know.
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thegoldenelite · 11 months
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I'm seeing the reports about ibushi being at blood and guts now. If that's true, I will not apologize for the person I will become on that DAYYY.
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