#apologies im uh...
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bruised-pixels · 2 years ago
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May I use your Bella Squared, reimagined in blender as my pfp, and obv credit you in my bio?
*dusting the cobwebs off this blog* yeah! That's perfectly fine as long as credit is given
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carpboy3000 · 4 months ago
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ram pearl?? magic ram pearl?? i dunno man i just work here
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ashleyloob · 6 months ago
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the terminally online incel -> terminally online queer (and most likely not cis) pipeline is something I keep seeing and I'm wondering if there's anyone that fits this trope & why you think it is?? it's something that's legit fascinated me for so long like how do u swing so hard into the other direction
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chronologically-challenged · 11 months ago
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Siffrin: Hey, Stardust, any ideas for this loop?
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@chipper-smol This is how I picture the start of 80% of their conversations going after awhile in role reversal au.
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teratomatica · 8 months ago
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cowardlykrow · 1 year ago
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Tedsune Miku, Scraggsune Miku, Petesune Miku, and some fuckin goat all show up at con - A brawlsune commences
@raftersomefood @yourlocalabomination @ricky-mortis
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leafyloveslaughing · 3 months ago
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tiresias what are you doing hereee
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spade-12 · 2 months ago
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I realized I haven't checked up on you in a while I'm so sorry 😭💦
But how have you been spade? Have you been healthy? I hope you have ♡ Remember you're cared for and to take care of yourself!!
ISA! THANK YOU!! I’M DOING OKAY!! 🙌❤️ I hope you’re doing well too! <3
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You are loved too! 🫵
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showmepolkadots · 11 months ago
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“Take my right eye.”
“Excuse me?”
“Since I’ve already staked it once.”
“If you lose one of your eyes, won't your combat ability deteriorate? Why would you take such a loss because of me?"
"If I had to choose, I'd choose you, Han Yoojin-gun."
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sunriseindigo · 6 months ago
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i miss my wife tails. i miss her a lot. i’ll be back
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osteochondraldefect · 7 months ago
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Sweet reward for obeying commands
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themintman · 6 months ago
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HEYYYY GANG.. SORRY I KEEP DIPPING LMAOO but I've been cooking something up for yall.. I've finally finished chapter one of my first fanfic!! 🎉🎉 Zurm will be real in two seconds 😈
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It took me embarrassingly long to figure out how to link that omfg
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eemmoorrii · 1 year ago
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mimos drawn in magma (ty @n0maku for the coloring (+ funny dialogue) v cool smooch)
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salternateunreality2 · 7 months ago
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Zakkura fluff please? 🥺
Henlo Pumpkin! ❤️🍊❤️ Zakkura fluff (and some angst at the end):
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Literally:
Genesis, vigorously using a lint roller on his person: I don't know how I can stand to be around you two!
Cloud, leaning back into Zack's chest, hugging Zack's arms: You're jealous of our relationship?
Zack: You wish you had a hot Nibel boyfriend? *Smooches*
Cloud, mumbling around the kiss: You can't stand the sight of healthy displays of affection and warm honesty?
Zack, nuzzling Cloud's hair: You're worried about how to finally confess your feelings to Sephiroth?
Genesis: IT'S YOUR FUCKING SHEDDING, YOU INSUFFERABLE HOUNDS! I CAN WEAR NEITHER DARK NOR LIGHT COLORS, AS EACH OF YOUR VAPID HEADS INVARIABLY SHEDS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I CHOOSE! *Sets fire to the lint roller, throws it at them, and storms off*
Cloud: *casually freezes it before it hits Zack* Jealousy. Wanna make out?
Zack: YES!
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Figuratively:
Zack waking up at fuck off in the morning, but being so, so careful not to move and disturb his exhausted Cloudy. Until he really really REALLY has to pee, then playing the mission impossible theme song in his head while slowly and carefully extracting himself.
Cloud being too shy to say he's fallen for Zack, but leaving him weird little presents everywhere: a grocery bag with two of his precious cookies from Claudia tied to Zack's apartment door handle, a wolf-shaped rock on his desk, a little woven charm smuggled into his pocket, a rose ring made from a twisty tie on his sword, Nibel leather shoelaces threaded through his boots...
Zack pretending not to notice Cloud limping and forcing down every impulse to sweep him off his feet, because that's what Zack wants, not what Cloud needs.
Cloud noticing Zack limping, shoving him onto a bench, treating his leg, and ordering him to lean on him until they get home.
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Zack carrying Cloud when he's out of it, even as his arms ache and burn, his patience has long since worn thin, and he hasn't had a full meal in 4 years. He is still as gentle as the first time he kissed Cloud's hand in the dim stairwell, the faulty lighting masking both their blooming blushes.
Cloud charging past Zack's broken body, scared shitless, towards a foe neither of them could hope to match, fighting and winning anyway, because he HAS to, because it's ZACK back there, he HAS TO SAVE HIM.
Zack and Cloud stumbling up to a crumbling church, dripping blood and barely coherent, slamming the doors open with a bang and demanding she take care of him first, before passing out arm-in-arm.
Zack teaching her Cloud's PT exercises for the days Zack is too weak to help and Cloud is too addled to be present. Cloud showing her where every damn bullet went and holding Zack steady as she digs each remaining slug out.
Both of them sleeping with their hand over the other's heart.
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raineandsky · 7 months ago
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#134
The scene the hero arrives to is nothing to brag about—a dumpster set alight, some of its flaming rubbish fluttering about harmlessly. The superhero sent them here on the basis of a villain, though, so they’re going to figure out who set fire to this thing if it’s the last thing they do.
No one seems to be around. Maybe this is one of those startup villains, the ones who want a taste of the criminal life but are too afraid to plunge in the deep end. An easy catch, the hero thinks. Simply wait for a slip-up and throw the sucker in jail.
The hero approaches the literal dumpster fire with the intention of looking for clues. What they don’t expect is for the criminal to leap out at them. They grapple for the hero with a vicious snarl and the hero reacts instinctively, whipping their arm out to dislodge them before throwing them down to the ground.
The criminal rolls away, making an attempt at what is probably a bound back to their feet and failing. A heartfelt, “ow,” leaks out as they carefully pick themself off the pavement.
They’re young, the hero can see that. Black clothes—something of a homemade villain’s outfit. A child who’s gotten a flare for rebellion and wanted to live a little. The hero was never one for inspirational talks, but if they can stop a villain in the making, they might as well try.
“I get the impression you’ve a taste for the low life,” they start carefully, “but this isn’t the way to go. Believe me, I’ve seen my fair share of the villainous lifestyle and it isn’t the a good—”
The hero’s words trail off as the kid looks up at them with a scowl. She nudges long hair out of her face, brushing dirt off the shirt the hero has almost definitely seen before. The superhero sent them out for a villain, not for this. Is this a test? Is the superhero mad?
The hero isn’t good with kids as it is, let alone their boss’s daughter.
“What on earth are you doing out here?” the hero snaps. There’s a villain around—it’s dangerous.”
“Damn right it is.” The kid wipes her nose on her sleeve, putting her fists up like she’s genuinely considering a fight. “Wanna guess who the villain is?”
She tries to rush the hero, and it’s here that they realise, ah, she is considering a fight. They sidestep her swing and, as carefully as an attack will allow, toss her on the ground again.
“Does your dad know you’re doing this?” the hero asks sharply.
“He will soon enough,” she spits.
She moves in for another strike. Where she’s aiming for the hero will never guess, but they bat her hand away easily and push her back. “Stop,” they demand bluntly. “You’re going to hurt yourself or, god forbid, someone else.”
“Isn’t that what being a villain is?” The kid laughs, and the hero hates how much it sounds like her father. “Being evil and ruining everything? I thought I was already good at that!”
She leaps in for another punch. The hero, already distracted, doesn’t dodge in time and her fist smashes into their chest.
The hero doesn’t move. The kid’s start of a victorious laugh dies down and she pulls her hand away.
“I hit you,” she points out coldly. “You’re meant to on the floor or something now.”
“You’re good at being evil and ruining everything?”
The kid’s annoyance gets replaced by what the hero can see from a mile away is carefully crafted indifference. “Sure,” she says shortly. “That’s why I thought maybe I’d fit in better here. And I do.”
The hero stares at her for a moment. She raises her fist, but the hero holds a hand up to her and she miraculously listens.
“I’m sorry,” the hero says, although they’re not sure what they’re apologising for. “I’m not fighting you. Go home.”
“You’re a hero!” the kid cries as the hero starts looking for a way to dampen the fire now devouring the poor dumpster. “Act like it!”
“Go home,” they repeat a little sharper, “and stay there. I’ll speak to your dad.”
“He’s meant to find out about this himself,” she snaps.
The hero finds a fire extinguisher, mysteriously tucked under one of the other dumpsters. The kid is pointedly not looking at them when they pull it out. “Don't you worry. I’m not telling him about this. I think he and I need a little chat, that’s all.”
The kid has nothing to say to that. She stamps her foot and huffs momentarily, and then she’s off, abandoning the hero with the physical and metaphorical fire.
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collegeboysam · 1 year ago
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So, rewatching armandaniel scenes til the finale drops, I randomly noticed that when Armand apologizes to Daniel about them bringing up Alice rejecting his marriage proposal, he basically tells Daniel "Louis shouldn't have done that". As if only Louis went into his memories and read his mind.
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Does that mean Armand didn't? I always thought this was him reading Daniel's mind, since he's the one who notices and brings it up first:
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If he wasn't reading his mind, then how did Armand know Daniel was thinking of his own bad memories of France in that moment instead of Claudia's?
If he wasn't reading it off of his head...was Armand realizing and remembering? As if he was there?
Sure, the next part of him telling Daniel what Alice was feeling was suspicious too and we keep mentioning it since the episode aired. That alone is fishy and fuels all our Alice theories. But Armand basically implying he didn't go into Daniel's memories is crazy, then how the fuck did he realize where Daniel's mind was going with "France sucks"?
Is this anything?
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