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solaneceae · 6 months

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a team bolas oneshot (read on ao3) this one is all fluff and found family and all that cute shit.

Some days aren’t as bad as the others. As far as Team Red is concerned, day Four is one of the better ones, because their minds aren’t as hazy with the fog of war and bloodlust and they can actually, finally think properly. “The others will want our heads today,” Phil grunts, ripping stray roots off the black stone wall to free up a little alcove. (Jaiden will want to put red candles in there, he thinks, right in the middle of the many gas masks hooked to the cold stone. Add to the ambiance.) “We won twice in a row, so I think they’ll just try to trap and spaw-kill us."

“That’s low,” Foolish hums, places a Baghera skull on the improvised altar they’ve set up in the center of their little cave. Cellbit did a good job picking it free of flesh, and its smooth, bleached white surface makes a stark contrast against the red stone. “And boring.”

“Maybe, but they’ll be desperate after the bullshit we pulled yesterday,” the crow snorts, glancing back at the rest of the group — Charlie is recovering from a pretty bad glitching episode in his little ‘hot tub’, his form melted into goopy blob mode to conserve energy. Cellbit is off on the other side of the base, humming into their comms to let them know he’s close, not gone, stay, stay. Baghera has been cooking something in a hidden corner of the base, something she doesn’t want any of them to see yet. Jaiden is perched onto makeshift scaffolding, a bucket in her hand and the other dripping red, tracing lines and curves onto the wall. Carré sits among their chests, checking over weapons and food and head-deep in inventory work. He’s been spending more time with them lately, which Phil is grateful for. Carré is strong (“Carré, more like Carry!” “The goat, the goat!” "La Bestia Argentinia!"), Carré is funny, and more importantly, Carré is one of them.

The old crow’s heart swells up with pride, pride for what his team had accomplished despite their natural disavantage. He feels lucky to be among fellow hybrids, fellow avians, hindbrain thrumming pleasantly with the proximity. His diaphragm vibrates with the low croon of flock, flockmates, yesyes, and he hears Jaiden and Baghera echo the sentiment back to him, in their respective high-pitched trills and throaty quacks.

Purgatory was Hell. Everyone had been blinded by competition and percentages and the weightless promise of getting some eggs back, unable to consider that hey, maybe the fucking cyclops that despises us and calls us sinner is fucking lying, hello! Too too focused on winning and competing to see the bigger picture like he did, but there was nothing he could do about it for now. So if he couldn’t protect his eggs, he’d settle for the next best thing and protect team Bolas. Flock. Family…

His eyes cloud over, memories of pain and betrayal drowning the world out in static-fuzz. Étoiles had stabbed him in the back after promising to be there for him. Fit had struck him down like a heartless machine, his face steely and without the slighest trace of emotion, and Phil knows the man has serious trauma from 2b2t but he can’t bring himself to care right now. (Fuck them. Fuck everyone that isn’t on his team. The communicator strapped to his wrist still shows unread messages from Tubbo, and he refuses to read them.)

“Still can’t believe we won that, honestly,” the conure chirps from atop her bamboo scaffolding as she paints the cave wall in dripping red. Phil doesn’t know what she used to make the dye, and he won’t ask. “But yeah, I think we should just stay inside today. Let them look for us, we ain’t fucking budging.”

“They won’t find us, yes?” Carré asks, accent heavy and whistle-y as he closes the chests and hides them behind hanging vines. “They could, they could look at the map and see.”

“Nah. Cellbit made sure that the place shows up like a natural cave in maps, and our stuff is scattered enough. They won’t find it, unless they zoom the fuck in and spend five minutes checking every single cave in the area. We’re good.” Cellbit’s smart, so fucking smart, Philza Minecraft is so fucking proud right now. “How’s the food situation?”

The Argentinian smirks. “Bastante bien. Zanahorias y pan, suficiente para un día o dos.”

“He says we got carrots and bread, enough for a day or two,” Foolish pipes up, and Phil is so fucking glad he and Cellbit are here to make up for the lack of their usual translators, left behind outside of Hell. “Soooo, technically, we shouldn’t need to commit self-cannibalism today. Unless you’re down for some medium-rare chicken breast.”

“Not a chicken, you fucker,” Baghera yells out from afar. “And you don’t medium rare chicken, you want to catch salmonelle?”

“I can’t!” the shark-totem boasts with a flash of razor-sharp teeth. “Iron stomach! Comes with being part-totem.”

“Please don’t actually immolate yourselves,” Phil rolls his eyes, washing his hands in clean water (at least they have that, thank fuck) before plopping down in front of the campfire. How they haven’t suffocated in smoke with fire in a closed up space is beyond them, but maybe they have and he’s just dreaming all of this. Wouldn’t be the first time his mind fucks with his perception of reality. “We can’t make beds, so if you die you’ll just spawn right into Bad and the other’s hands. We don’t want that, you don’t want that.”

“I really don’t,” Cellbit says, his bulky frame appearing from behind a stalagmite. His jacket is strapped around his waist, for now clean of blood, cat-like eyes gleaming in the dim light. It’s the most clear-headed Phil’s seen him yet. “The elevator’s done by the way, shouldn’t show up on the map.”

“And the sound?” Carré checks, ever-vigilant and detail-oriented. Cellbit shrugs and grins, exposing sharp fangs. “Haven’t figured that one out yet. But it doesn’t matter for now, since none of us are going out. Fuck today, right?”

“Fuck today!” Jaiden woops, jumping down the scaffolding to admire her handiwork — a great frieze depicting all six of them in bright, darkening red, all donning masks of course. “We’re going all moleman up in this shit.”

“Holy fuck,” Foolish laughs, bark-like, clapping enthusiastically at the display. “Oh, oh, I almost want the others to find our base just so we can see their reaction.”

“Oh my god, that would be so fucking funny. They expect an iron farm and crops everywhere, and they get the gas mask and blood cult.”

“I finished!” Baghera pops her head out from behind the wall, waving at them with her beak stretched into a ducky smile. “Come see, come see!”

Baghera has built them a nest. An honest-to-god, proper nest, and Philza could cry actually. “Where did you even get all this stuff?” Cellbit whistles, impressed, patting the comfy-looking amalgamation of moss and large leaves and colourful strips of cloth. Baghera smiles. “I have my ways,” she faux-whispers, and everyone knows that her ‘ways’ just amounts to wandering around getting lost until she spots something of interest. Which seems to always work out for her somehow, to be fair.

Phil can spot feathers woven into it here and there, pale yellow and white and blue and black. “So that’s why you wanted those,” Jaiden oooh's, thinking back to their first preening session back at their old base. Baghera nods, the feathers on her neck puffed up in excitement. “Yes, exactly. I thought it would be nice, for a nest. Do you guys like it?” she preens, and the others cheer her on because yes, it’s great Baghz, oh we so fuckin' do. The duck glances at Philza, wings ruffling, and she croons out inquisitively. happy? proud? The crow cocks his head, yesyes’s back at her, because he does like it — it’s plush and colorful and just the right size for all of them to huddle, and her face lights up with joy. “Yes! I’m glad,” she laughs, adjusting a stray piece of cloth near the center. “You wanna add something in it?”

Cellbit donates his jacket, all rips and tears and darker areas where blood used to soak the fabric. Jaiden weaves in some flowers she found the day before while Charlie, now back to his not-too-goopy self, shoves pieces of glowing stone into glass vials filled with slime to make his own version of lava lamps that he places strategically around their new resting place. (“Now there’s pieces of me watching over us at night!” “That’s so gross, I love it.”). Phil unties a ribbon from his robes and lets Carré wrap it around a few emeralds to hang them up above the nest, like some sort of mobile. Cellbit in particular eyes it with rapt fascination, the moving glint on the polished surface of the gems making his pupils expand and his fingers twitch. “Check this shit out,” Foolish boasts as he burns through stacks and stacks of strings to form a tightly-knitted blanket, the other cheering him on as he does and throwing in different dyes in no particular order or pattern. “Eso Foolish!” Carré shouts, everyone else joining him, accents and all.

Baghera is choking on barely-repressed sobs by the end of it, a crack in her ‘I’m fine’ mask. “I wanted to make a nest, with my kids,” she confesses, trapped between five other bodies as they all sit inside. There’s dark tear tracks on her face, still dusty from working on the cave earlier. “With Pomme, and Dapper.” Her hand fiddles with the little charms around her wrist, crudely-shaped pieces of wood shaped like an apple and a tophat, attached to a red ribbon. “I miss them.”

(She misses her kids, she misses her brother, she misses her best friend and father of her son. And she knows that Bad and her briefly talked the day before, that he spared her after she pulled her puppy eyes on him. He still loves her, she knows, and she still loves him. But it still hurts to know he won’t hesitate to drive a sword through her body next time.)

Day Four goes by slowly, punctuated by the occasional death message from Gay Ninjas or Soulfire, and many, manyrequests for red team to ‘come out and die already’. They ignore it all, too busy feeding the fire and tearing their voices out singing, Slime and Baghera being the menaces they are and outlasting everyone else, although Cellbit and Carré put up quite the fight. The Argentinian, usually fairly withdrawn, gradually opens up and cracks them up with perfectly-timed quips and easy smiles. Baghera asks him for PvP tips, just so she can not immediately die whenever another team raids them, and they spar with sticks while everyone cheers her on. “You’re one of us Carré,” Jaiden woops, pulling him into a side-hug and gently batting at his back with a wing. “I don’t care that those ears and tail are fake, you’re one of us freaks.”

“Honorary hybrid, nice!” Foolish nods. “He already barks perfectly.”

“Cats don’t bark, asshole,” Cellbit pipes up, and Phil wheezes with laughter because oh, he just wasn’t denying it anymore, was he? “Speaking from experience I take it?”

“Shut up dad,” the Brazilian sputters, but he’s smiling, and the crow rolls his eyes at the nickname. “Dadza!” Baghera quacks, her feathery tail wiggling in amusement. “Please don’t go and buy milk though. Don’t be Kameto,” she pleads, and Phil almost falls over losing it. He loves these little shits.

Slime decides to climb up a pile of scaffolding as the evening approaches (which they can only tell from the comms, because no outside light reaches them deep underground) and raises his arms towards the gem-encrusted ceiling of their new home, belting out an improvised sermon with his karaoke-destroyed vocal cords. He speaks of masks and sins, of death-touched angels and base instincts, of the beauty of caves and the song of Mother Earth, eyes wide and shining with fervour behind his thick glasses. They all listen and cheer when his speech warrants it, the flames casting eerie shadows onto the walls as they all start dancing to a music only they can hear.

Foolish, Jaiden, Baghera and Charlie’s eyes all start to flicker green-violet as they start smiling a little too wide, laugh a little too brokenly, and Cellbit has to quell Phil’s sudden concern with a tired smile. “It’s like your Death-touch, Phil,” he explains, referring to the strange wither effect Phil’s attacks had gained recently, whenever things got… intense. “Entity stuff.”

“Enigma do Chaos!” Charlie yells, and barely avoids the rock Cellbit throws at him. “Bitch!”

"They’re okay, just… four Chaos-bound together can be a lot when they start syncing up like this. Just be ready to throw water on them if they get too crazy, or something.”

“Can I choose my entity, when we get home?” Carré asks, and Cellbit looks like Christmas just came early. “Sure man, holy shit. Please do.”

“Oh he’s Chaos for sure,” Jaiden laughs, gesturing at Carré who’s just starting doing Casualonas in the empty air, undeterred by their intense cackling — Baghera and Charlie are now dancing together, and it’s wild and uncoordinated, almost a fight. “Now if Felps logs on we can have a party.”

“Oh, meu deus,” Cellbit winces. “No no, we can’t have six Chaos players on at the same time, we’ll actually blow up this place and die.” Foolish yells out a high-pitched yeaaaaah! at that and starts barking again, and it’s all over, everyone else putting their masks on and barking at the metaphorical moon until they all end up on the floor, dizzy and sweaty and twitching with remnant giggles.

“Where’d the blanket go?” Charlie slurs out, blindly feeling out the soft ground in search of it. His glasses have fallen at some point earlier, and he can’t be bothered to look for them even though he can’t see shit. Baghera and Jaiden have passed out already, huddled together against the edge of the nest, Jaiden’s larger wings around the both of them. Foolish takes a break in his own nesting to throw it at him. “Thanks dude.”

“Get yourself into a burrito,” Cellbit orders, fiddling with his trusty knife at the center of the nest. “Your codified bits leech off heat like crazy.”

“Es fresco,” Carré confirms, poking at Slime’s uncorrupted arm. His finger dips into greenish skin, not quite going in, but close. “¿Por eso te llamas así? Like, popsicle.”

“Oh, I’m sorry mister Living Heater,” the slime hybrid scoffs, but there’s no heat to it — literally and figuratively. “Get your ass over here and cuddle me dammit.”

“Still married, Slime.”

“Hey— hey now, I know I’ve got a bit of a reputation, alright? But this cave is cold and damp, and I very much fuck with that usually, but my timer’s about to run out and send me into fuckin’— Sleepytime Junction, and this place is throwing me all out of whack and you run the warmest out of all of us I want me a heat pack, slash p. P means platonic, if you didn’t know.”

Cellbit’s hindbrain does a little jolt at the word. Pack, it whispers, a hum-buzz making his brain a little stupid. He glances at the others, at Jaiden with her head cushioned against Baghera’s chest fluff, Foolish curling up against her back with a tired sigh. He sees Phil right behind them, propped up against the moss and out cold as well — not because he chose to, but because his timer ran out earlier when he was trying to wrangle everyone into not drawing dicks and vulvas on the walls. His body had swayed as the device strapped to his wrist buzzed ominously, sending targeted jolts of electricity up his nervous system and into his hypothalamus to force him into unconsciousness. Carré had caught him, fortunately, saving him from one killer headache next morning.

“...Fine,” Cellbit relents, discarding his knife outside the nest before shuffling over to the others. Charlie flashes him a triumphant smile and plops down next to Baghera, who stirs with a quiet croon as the slime hybrid runs his non-code hand through her left wing, straightening out some feathers stuck in an awkward angle. Carré settles a little to the side, happy to be close to everyone but still needing a little more personal space than the rest of them, and the detective lets Charlie lean into his side with a click-chrrr noise he cannot parse. Cellbit blinks, replies with a hesitant mrrrp. Carré makes a terrible and inaccurate meowing noise and the Brazilian hisses at him for it. “Just wanted to feel included, pendejo!” the human laughs, and it’s bittersweet. (He misses Roier.)

Cellbit sighs, body sinking into the plush bottom of the nest (their, theirs. Pack-flock.) Charlie seizes slightly as his comm goes off with a little beep-beep as it reaches zero, and he goes limp against him. He blinks, staring out at the emeralds slowly spinning above them and resisting the urge to bat at them, play, play, hunt! “No hunting today,” he reminds himself with a whisper.

He looks higher, at the small blue and purple gems jutting out of the dark stone ceiling. They are gleaming in the orange light of the dying fire, like a pale imitation of stars in the night sky. His eyes trace their constellations anyway (a capybara. a duck. a sword. a boat.), mindlessly matching his own breathing with the sounds of his team’s soft exhales, in. Out. In. Charlie glitches, just a little bit, a garbled whine escaping his throat. Cellbit loops an arm around him to pull him closer, a very quiet purr rattling his chest, and the hybrid settles. He feels the edge of Jaiden and Baghera's wings against his hair, Phil’s hip digging into his shoulder. He hears Foolish snoring, he hears Carré’s toss-and-turn because he’s a restless sleeper, that one.

And he can smell them all, their comforting presence, hidden underneath the scent of blood and grime (they really need to take a bath tomorrow, or his nose will start to itch). The scent of them, each one distinct and unique and burned into his memory-hindbrain.

Seasalt and gold, and the subtle tang of divinity.

Ozone-void, bone, and the honey-tar of nightshade.

Steel and wool, thick and scratchy in his nose.

Apples and moss, fresh snow.

Quartz and poppies, the smell of the sky before rainfall.

And closest to him, slime, and the electric tingle of a thunderstorm on his tongue. Tongue he has to keep firmly in his mouth before he does something stupid, like trying to groom his sleeping friend’s mop of dirty blonde hair. (Curse this place, exacerbating their mob instincts like this.)

He hears his timer go off, a spike of startled anxiety. Then he relaxes, his brain buzzing with sleep, sleep, and the world melts into cotton-soft, warm darkness.

Tomorrow is another day. And today… today was okay.

#qsmp #fanfic #qsmp purgatory #team bolas #love me some pack dynamics and affection #CUDDLE PILES FTW

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thespeedhighway · 11 months

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The new Sonic Prime season was incredible!! By the end of it, I was left wanting even more, especially with that cliffhanger. In particular, Shadow's writing and his voice impressed me a ton, and I thoroughly enjoyed his interactions with Sonic. It was so refreshing to see him act like himself, not be overly antagonistic, and sound like he should. (I've personally never been a huge fan of Kirk Thornton's take/direction with him.) I only wish he could've played a bigger role! As always, the animation and choreography during the fight scenes are simply amazing, and the expressions and character acting are phenomenal. Not gonna lie though, that Titan Eggman scene in the last episode had me cackling cause of how ridiculously silly it was... but that's not a negative for me in the slighest... just found it real funny LOL

#i had lost interest in shadow as a character for while even though he used to be my favorite but this show definitely rekindled my love #he was so cool in this #gabi gabs #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #spoilers #spoiler #sth #sonic

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jiaoji · 1 year

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The ghost of a past

Yu ZiYuan was having enough.

One week ago, YunmengJiang received a letter from GusuLan Clan, saying the Second Master was going to visit Wei WuXian after the bastard dared to invite an master from a main Clan family to her house.

The boy was annoyingly happy for it, laughing and speaking about that other boy like he was some desesperate slut to find a man. It was so disgusting that Yu ZiYuan couldn't even look at him, causing her punishments to increase and a bad familiar feeling on her stomach, a feeling that she felt every day, but seems to get stronger now.

When the week finally passed, a boat from GusuLan arrived at Lotus Pier with Second Child Lan. Wei WuXian already was advertised by her that if he make the Clan lose face, the consequences will be there for him. He said he understood and bowed at her, but she knows that doesn't matter what that son of a whore does, that menace will never find peace and wil always get a way to behave like he doesn't know his own place.

Jiang Cheng was trying to keep the boy in control, but failed miserably like every thing he does and making her even more angry and scream at him of how he wanted to be a Leader if he can't even control a stupid servant.

He and Second Master Lan were not around to her punish him, the other useless disciples said both of them are in the city, eating together. Without any will to be in there, she locked herself in the dorms for hours.

The afternoon came. Yu ZiYuan was out and even more angry than before, with the vision of Wei WuXian and Lan er Gongzi together in the lake he used to loitering around.

When Wei WuXian laughed and she looked for a second at the whole scene in front of her, she frozed.

A flashback stands out over the two: A ghost of a woman with white clothes smiling and swirling like a butterfly around a man in the purple robes of YunmengJiang, the man himself was looking at her with a relaxed position, and now, that bitch's son was laughing exactly like her mother when Jiang FengMian's servant was around.

She knew the servant quite a while, not enough to care to remember him. But CangSe Sanren always hunted Yu ZiYuan in a personal way, in a level that the slighest mention of her or her son was enough to get whip or a look full of rage.

And right now, Wei WuXian, part of her was right in front of Yu ZiYuan with all CangSe's essence.

Yu ZiYuan didn't last long looking at that familiar scene, "Wei WuXian!!!", she stormed at them with Zidian dropping sparks of lightning like a raging storm. Wei WuXian's smile drop immediatly as his body froze, before his face turn into some serious look.

Wei WuXian compliments her, "Yu furen."

Yu ZiYuan, "You i'll never learn, didn't you!? Go to the Hall right now!!", when Wei WuXian was about to go, Lan WangJi moved like he wanted to say something, but Wei WuXian smiled at him in front of Yu ZiYuan.

Wei WuXian, "It was a pleasure seeing you, Lan Zhan! Come back again, mn?"

Lan WangJi frowned but returned the invite with a short 'mn'.

Yu ZiYuan beated Wei WuXian quite too much more than he was able to bear, but even after hours kneeling on the Hall, he was still brighting like the full moon, smiling and recording how Lan WangJi was so boring and funny to tease. It was such a good idea invite him in front of his older brother!

He was even more happy to heard that Lan WangJi was sleeping in YunmengJiang for some day before returning, he would totally ask uncle Jiang to put the GusuLan boy on his room!

Meanwhile, in the Yu's dorms, Yu ZiYuan couldn't sleep well, with that earlier scene in her head. CangSe Sanren voice slowing turning into Wei WuXian's. The woman who took everything she was the right to have, in her eyes, left a piece of herself on Yu ZiYuan's house to do the same with her son.

She wouldn't let that happen.

#mdzs #modaozushi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #anti yu ziyuan #yu ziyuan #madame yu #just wei wuxian acting like his mother when they are in love 🥺

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 2 months

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me, knowing if she put just ten more minutes into any of those god forsaken characters it would have been better

Seriously like. So much would be better if the show didn’t have the jokes about s/a (hell as somebody who has gone through it and jokes to cope, those jokes weren’t funny in the slighest(. If it didn’t have the cultural appropriation (alastor and the voodoo), if it didn’t have sir pentious well how she planned him out as a mockery. If it didn’t have vaggie named after genitalia, or Lucifer such a pathetic mess it would be 1000% better.

for crying out loud even removing “Loser baby” from the show would do so much. The entire song is just husk saying “well you deserved it lolz” ffs

I like some of the designs and art of viv, but seriously how did her art go so downhill??? How did her characters go so down hill????

(btw im talking about the like “die young” era of art. Not whatever this shit is)

This

#helluva boss #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop #anti-vivziepop #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel

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thegreyhollow · 1 year

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eulogy for a friend

grief really is a funny thing. it’s like: i hate you. i love you so much. you’re dead to me. why won’t you talk to me anymore? i don’t care anymore. i wish i knew what you were up to. i never want to see you again. i still remember the lines on your face. i don’t want to remember you. i’ll carry a piece of you with me always.

the last time i saw you — i wish i knew then that i would never see you again. a humid october morning after a long night out, i wish i knew that was the beginning of the end.

you scattered hints along the way. it started with your lack of response whenever we invited you out, and then to you completely ignoring me whenever i started a conversation. the last time i saw you — it really was the end of all things, like the long sigh at the end of a sentence every time you’re annoyed. like getting to the last page of a book only to find the words blacked out. like watching ten years of late night conversations and obnoxious laughter dissolve into fine mist in front of my very eyes.

someday, you’ll marry a man i’ll never meet, and i’ll hear of it from people who are not you and pretend to be happy for you. someday, years from now, i’ll bump into you at a grocery store and pretend that seeing you in the flesh did not make me feel the slighest bit relieved. someday, i’ll see you across the hall at our high school reunion and you’ll have the perfect trophy on your arm. he’ll look at you with adoration and you’ll gush about your weekend in the maldives. i’ll pretend that it doesn’t hurt me still. someday, many many many years out, one of us will find out that the other is dying, or already dead, and we’ll pause to reminisce our 21-year-old self promising each other this friendship is for life. maybe then i will matter to you again. even just for a little while. maybe not.

someday, you won’t cross my mind anymore. someday, i’ll stop wondering why you did what you did. i’ll stop beating myself up for not seeing the signs earlier. i’ll stop blaming myself for the loss that you willingly put us through. someday, it won’t hurt as much. the scars you left will only be a memory of what we could’ve had. but today, i’ll say that i still love you, maybe i always will. i wish i had more time with you, but i’ll respect you for choosing yourself. i will love you from a distance, in hopes that one day, you’ll turn around and ring the doorbell again.

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vyragosa · 1 year

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BRIDGES higgs is so funny to me not just because of his mannerism that was probably himself as porter years ago but that he stole a uniform most likely but if he had actually kidnapped someone for it he wouldn’t have been to get in that easily in the first place, stealing a strand that is used as identification would have grilled him immediately so he seriously just carefully used a rope to make it look like a strand, on top of the entire getup and the pen in his chest pocket

this motherfucker wanted to cosplay so badly he couldn’t half-ass it in the slighest if that was the image of him sam would be having wet dreams about

#THE EXCELLENCE.............THE MASTERY

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dino--draws · 1 year

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I posted 1,278 times in 2022

That's 62 more posts than 2021!

192 posts created (15%)

1,086 posts reblogged (85%)

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I tagged 1,241 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#pokemon - 355 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#saw this and muttered ''ah so pokemon platinum until you reach the climax and satan rocks up to drag some twink into hell and jumpscare you'

My Top Posts in 2022:

“Why, this, why this? Oh daughter of the sea? Why this, do you forget your seaside days? Always the pride of your nations eyes, how could you go astray?”

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So my hand slipped and I just spent 3 hours working on an art piece for a pokemon OC who I have not talked about on this blog in the SLIGHEST dsfgkfdhjgjksfghkj

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@mug-of-blood @jax-cat

This is all YOUR fault but also this song fucks so so hard

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A god that, similar to the Shaymin, is seen to aid in the heralding of the seasons. The god is oft called the Shepherd of the Shaymin, and is said to protect them on their flights and when they return to the region.

In ancient scripts, Enamorus is referred to differently depending on which season the text was written in. The god is referred to being feminine in the spring, masculine in the fall, fluid in the summer, and genderless in the winter. These have rooted the concept of four main gender identities within Hisuian and later Sinnohian culture- however these four are not seen as rigid, and there are in-betweens aligned to the months of the year. When asked of identity, an individual who identifies as feminine may refer to herself as being ‘aligned with Enamorus’ Spring’, while one who identifies somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum may refer to themselves as being ‘aligned with Enarmous’ Winter’, one who may find themselves in-between any of these identities may refer to themselves being aligned to month between the seasons, or maybe even two months. (Such as February or March for being somewhere between nonbinary (winter) and feminine (spring)).

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Nobody: Me: HEY YOU WANT SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT THE PERCEPTION OF GENDER IN SINNOH? WELL YOU’RE GETTING EM! @cure-icy-writes came up with the initial concept of Enamorus being different identities with the seasons, and we both worked to expand the concept! :D

Also I’ve done what Nintendo was too cowardly to do. (Made Enamorus buff)

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//deep inhale//

ARE WE WINNING, HOLLOW KNIGHT FANS?

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My #1 post of 2022

I stg gamefreak spent half this game FUCKING with us Sinnoh fans by eluding to the future and its SO SO GOOD

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b0mblover · 29 days

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j rants abt dead loptson as usual because he cannot be bothered to keep the thoughts to himself

ok so FIRST OF ALL

i think im gonna start just calling this ‘loptson hawaii: part ii’ BECAUSE ITS ESSENTIALLY WHAT IM MAKINGGG 😭😭

second of all, funny thing, im /planning/ on drawing lopt playing piano and mason playing violin because in hawaii part ii its the instruments i noticed specifically (i swear it makes sense) but uh.

brain rot j made a fucking omori joke and now i cannot get it out of my head 😭

the only difference is that mason is getting killed but doesnt play piano (oh ig omori spoilers but its 2024. even if you havent played it you probably already know)

uggrbfnd fuck im not even kidding i swear. those maps i made im using for this project J PLEASE QUIT DOING THIS TO ME WHY DO YOU HATE ME. THIS IS SUCH A BG ASS PROJECT. YOU CANT EVEN PROPERLY FINISH A SMALL WRITING THING. WHY DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS SHIT (talking ti myself somewheee thats not main sorry)

im sorry but uh. look. unironically, guchiry characters playing instruments have been actually rotting my mind for literally years 😭 trust me i dont even know how i dont have a list. i just associate them in my mind and remember it.

CHOKES sorry yeesh!

i actually made three maps but uh, i think only one will get used in this project (if i ever finish it that is) bc i havent even named the other two! i might just use them for idk. aesthetics in my room or smth idk.

jesus i have so many ideas i need to quit this is excalty how burn out happens but i cant help itttt

hggvfddnsn i the brainrot so much

currently (like as im writing this) im working on i uh- drawing smth rather reveling(?) like uh. it isnt -sexual- in like the slighest but is???? idk look. i really need to practice/actual/ anatomy 😭😭 it sucks bc like. man its akward as hell bc im essentially drawing lopt with no clothes on but i feel like i kinda gotta??

(i really wanna have smth to laugh at when i get older alr)

ANYWAYS the point was that i cant figure out if i should render it or just leave it at line art.

christ im rambling again fuck.

back to the topic (yes im leaving that in)

i should absolutely end masons life in the most guresome and blood curdling way possible! 😍🥰 /j

but srsly. maritime forest. you are having BLOOD on your trees 🥰 (look it up. that isnt the /name/ of it its just a descriptor)

man. these names are kinda. weird ish tho.

aphelion, periciel, vacant beach 3- (last is a joke)

ahhbrbdns but srsly naming this shit is hardddd bc following real world naming (at least acordding to google) is such a pain, like uh, (from what i remember) it usually is either a feature of the place, named after someone, and a third thing that i cannot remember rn.

(funfact, im 99% sure periciel isnt a real word! peri acordding to google means about and ciel means sky in french apparently, yea. about sky. aphelion((heres the google def bc im not explaing this))

“the point in the orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet at which it is furthest from the sun."

(SO! uh yea. if you were wondering how i came up with the names ig. oh yea funny thing. the thing about periciel. i actually looked up peri bc in puyo puyo tetris 2 (im being dead srs rn i wish i was kidding) in a call out line schezo says “parry” but i thought it was “peri” so yada yada boom. this shit is unnecessary complicated but uh. thats my entire existence! so)

man i have SO much to do. i think im gonna attempt to draw bread sheeran. well actually scratch that. i have a week to do that, i was working on uh. nonsexual lopt before i went outside and got brainrotted to death, so ill probably work on that, or start the other drawing (i really REALLY wanna draw mason playing violin. i actually dont even know that in white ball violin is the main instrument. i just think it is 😭😭) hggggbbhh well! im gonna go suffer now. thanks to like the 2 ppl that read this in full. im sorry for your eyes!

#j’s misc shit #JESUS CHRIST KN A STICK DEAR LOPT 😭😭#ywaaaaaaaaajansbdnsjeb mmmmmason playing violin is HAUNTING me rn. its actually awful #thanks to sho for giving me loptson marraige au brainrot that i totally am not at all twisting into something horrifying! totally!#(/gen thank you tho. ur too swaggy to be kept alive 🔫🔫🔫)#hhggh ok i gotta shut up and start Fuckin WORKING RUAHHHHH

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