#may wave$

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

look who’s backkk

[sleepiestoken]

🌈 happy pride 🌈

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Cure - Lovesong

[rendevok]

Skirting the truth

(aka i saw this meme and laughed so hard i lost my sense self control)

[creating-by-starlight]

Me, every time anyone says anything about "waiting for The One God has for you"/romantic soulmates/etc: Stop, stop, stop! Why are we implying that everyone has a soulmate when everyone does not have a soulmate? God's going to get nasty letters saying "Where's my soulmate? Why haven't I found my soulmate?" and do you want Him to have to deal with that? I don't think so! Stop spouting heresy being so silly!

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[mint-termsandconditions]

Random subject,

but I need someone to make a video essay about the bastardization of female characters and the woobification of male characters in media/fandom spaces

because I think it’s a really interesting subject that probably stems from biases that plague our society

from

“He’s such a silly little guy.”

to

Literally calling fictional female characters worse than Hitler or something

Like, I feel like people talk about specific characters but not the topic as a broader subject

I feel like there’s so much to talk about

but I don’t have the elegance, critical thinking skills, the experience, or consume enough media to talk about this

So anyone who’s reading this please, please make a video essay about it

Or make one arguing against it idk

I just need a good video essay to watch while doing homework

[saxandviolins77]

(Based on the unused Soundwave design for AHM by Guido Guidi, truly the superior Soundwave design.)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Cure - Lullaby

[victusinveritas]

by Guy Richards Smit.

https://newyorkercartoons.visitlink.me/-ZnY6p

[sporesgalaxy]

failed to go to sleep! Madoka Queen Nothing redesign 💥💥💥💥💥💥 (this dumdum wished everyone would just forget it)

[yukkuo]

thank you for saving us...we were so thirsty...💛💛💛💛 YOUR ONESHOT WAS SO GOOD!! HOW COULD ANYONE NOT GET CUTENESS AGGRESSION FROM LOOKING AT HIM 😭😭😭 kurogames may push the kitty cat rovers agenda (I mean FRover is 100% a tuxedo cat to me the quiet but confident kind of black cat...) but in my heart I hold the firm belief that MRover is a PUPPY!!! HES A BORN YEARNER 💔💔💔

and on that note...truer words have never been said about past rover being possessive. possessive AND a yearner. WORLD SHATTERING COMBINATION 😭😭😭 if he had a s/o in the past then no wonder solaris-III is still messed up he's too busy yearning ☠️☠️☠️

I'd like to see some HCs if you have any of how do you think past Rover and present Rover were different...they may be the same person; their innate personality might be the same, but experiences and memory makes the man! One year of world-saving acitivities VS millions ☠️ of years of fighting a Moebius loop against a global catastrophe is sure to change someone 😭😭😭

I wish you well on your exams too! Don't rush, take it easy, and have fun! Take your time, and no need to jump into this req until you're ready 💚💚

-RoverCultLeader9000 💚

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂'𝐒!

Most likely OOC I fear, sorry🥀, SLIGHT yandere Rover maybe?? Not really

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɪ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴɪsʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴇxᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴍᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴇsᴛs! ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ғɪʀsᴛ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ.. ʜᴇʜ... ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀs ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴏᴡ sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴀ!

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑—

Boy oh boy where do I start.. Hehehehe

If you haven't seen it, in one of my talks I was thinking how past Rover would be a little teensy bit possessive (a lot).

Would absolutely NOT let you leave his sight, he has been through hell and back and knows how cruel this world is yet he can't help but sympathize with the people of the world.

But he's not gonna put you at risk at all, Nuh uh, no.

Again, he would not really leave you alone because of how dangerous the world is, even if you can take care of yourself he is not leaving you alone.

This probably goes for both past and present Rover but they listen to EVERY SINGLE DETAIL YOU SAY.

It's like a part of his brain is reserved just for you, mentally taking notes of things you hate and like, your good habits and bad habits.

Yeah his present self may have a knack for reading people like an open book. But Past! Rover could just GLANCE at you and tell what type of person you are.

He's definitely somewhat more of an aggressive yearner.

HE'S STILL SOFT WITH YOU DON'T GET ME WRONG

He just really really really REALLY wants you to notice how devoted he is to you

Sometimes when you're not looking he'll just play with a strand of your hair. Like he genuinely cannot take his eyes off of you.

"Would you peel an orange for me?" He'd peel a whole fucking box of pomegranates for you if you even glanced at them.

Sometimes when you're even trying to buy something he'll stand beside you because he doesn't like the way people are staring at you.

Like yeah?? You're pretty?? It's reserved for his eyes only.

He won't say anything though, the quietest yearner you would ever meet. Sometimes you can't even tell if hes actually in love and just over protective.

He wants that cookie BAD.

At this point mf worships you like forget the Lament?? You're the sole reason for his existence.

Let this man be selfish once in a while cause the only love he wants is yours💔

I gotta calm down.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑—

When he woke up again he felt a sense of urgency to find something, someone. But he genuinely didn't know what it was.

I feel like he would be somewhat softer??

Definitely softer yearning than before.

When he saw you it was literally love at first sight, your hand reaching for his heart as it ripped open his rib cage. It's been like that for centuries and he wouldn't even know. He just mistook it for curiosity at first is all.

I feel like he'd be a bit more touchy, therefore it's just a slightly bit more obvious that he wants you.

Like for example, he'd grab your hand claiming that he didn't want to lose you by accident. Sometimes with a brush of your hand against his would suffice.

At your every call, he's running towards you as soon as you start uttering a single letter of his name.

He's more protective now than possessive, but he knows you can take care of yourself so he lets you do your thing.

In a subconscious manner he'll try to match your breathing pattern like he's trying to become one with you.

There is still several aspects of his past self in his current self. He himself doesn't know.

He's the pathetic type of yearning.

He feels so SO SO homesick for arms that have never held him (your arms) (he wants to be held by you so bad it's basically killing him)

In conclusion Rover wants ALL OF YOU in general. Your flaws. Mistakes. Imperfections. He wants you and only you. You're a part of him now so he's gonna look for you in every life👅

[yuesya]

The young princess is missing.

Which is… nothing alarming or even new, as odd as it sounds. But Changxi’s mistress is not the sort to stay put in her palace and while away her days idly. In fact, it’s quite rare to find her within the palace at all. The young princess returns here once every few years, or even less; most of her time is spent out in the deep waters felling vicious monsters, or exploring the shores above the sea.

Now, this would not be unusual behavior coming from a sharp-eyed general mapping out their surroundings and establishing order in their territory. But coming from a young child?

The young princess had practically been a newborn when Lord Osial granted her the Coral Pavilion!

… But even so, blood runs true nonetheless.

Despite how Changxi’s princess had been all but abandoned since the day she was born, she easily proved through her actions what so many sea-folk furiously denied as a mistake: She was, beyond any trace of doubt, a god’s daughter.

Noble in her bearings, and possessed of great strength far beyond her years.

It shames Changxi, to recall how he’d initially regarded the young princess with cautious trepidation, and a small degree of disgust. The princess’ true form is… aberrant, certainly. But that is through no fault of her own! And appearance is quite unimportant in the grand scheme of things, especially when the princess’ character is more than enough to make up for any physical peculiarities.

Besides, if one thinks about it, the thick mane of fur is rather cute against the backdrop of gleaming white scales, isn’t it?

… Admittedly, Changxi is probably one of the extremely few among sea-kin who hold this perspective.

Overall attitudes towards the young princess are mixed. Even though Lord Osial had torn out his own scales and poured divine blood into the waves, raising an expansive underwater palace of glowing coral spires and crystal towers as a gift for his daughter, never once had his attitude towards her been anything like that of a father towards his own child. Nothing like the soft smiles for Prince Ao, or even the stern reprimands when the young prince created a mess as a troublemaker.

For the young princess, the Coral Pavilion had been the sole sign of acknowledgment from Lord Osial.

She’d never even been granted a name of her own!

A name was a sign of love and care from parent to child. Or at the very least, a tangible connection binding an individual to the blood and lineage that they hailed from.

Yet Lord Osial had never named his firstborn daughter.

Princess Su was a placeholder, a moniker that wasn’t even really a proper title despite the formal use of ‘princess.’ Because ‘Su’ is the name of the cunning fox that had deceived Lord Osial and escaped before justice was meted out. Referring to the princess by the name of her malicious mother was something that would only ever stress the blood of betrayal and deceit that ran in her veins, that marked her as something other from her sea-born brethren.

But Lord Osial had never accepted her as his daughter, had he?

There was no proper name to address the first princess by. And so, Princess Su had begun circulating as a title for her, one that had been born both out of necessity, and of an unspoken perverse desire to mock the creature that was the fruit of a false union that shamed their Lord.

When Changxi came into power as the head of all servants in the Coral Pavilion, the first thing that he’d done was ban the usage of ‘Princess Su’ on their tongues.

Within the Coral Pavilion, the princess will simply be addressed as ‘Princess,’ he’d demanded, brooking no arguments. The bloody example that he’d made of those who scoffed and refused to comply had been enough to convince the rest of them to follow.

… That is all that Changxi can do.

Because ultimately, Changxi is not a powerful general, nor an influential ally who might change Lord Osial’s mind towards his daughter. The young princess, too, does not appear to desire improving her relations with her father –which Changxi cannot fault her for, but nonetheless does not stop him from worrying.

It is only by Lord Osial’s grace that the young princess is granted the right to reside here. What happens if he one day decides to retract this?

The young princess is the reason why these waters have calmed; why old, opportunistic monsters lurking in the deep waters no longer seek to assault the borders of Lord Osial’s territory. She is also the reason why humans living on the surface have begun praying to the seas, instead of leaving and seeking the protection of other gods warring throughout the lands.

Surely if Lord Osial knows of this, he would properly acknowledge her efforts?

“You know as well as I do that the princess isn’t doing any of this for acknowledgment.” Beside him, a silver carp spirit rolls his eyes. “That’s probably the last thing she’s concerned about, really. The first thing that she’s concerned about is probably be something like, ‘What’s on the lunch menu?’”

Changxi gives his cousin a flat look. “The princess doesn’t even take her meals in the Coral Pavilion.”

“But she likes hunting, doesn’t she?” Yingfu blinks wide silver eyes back at him, innocently mischievous. “Think we’ll get to see her bite the head off of another arrogant avian adeptus? Or rather, heads?”

The nine-headed feng was not the only one who’d experienced a heart attack that day, even if it ended up being the only one to actually die in the end. “I think you have far too much free time on your hands, Yingfu.”

“I do, yeah, but what can you do about it?” Yingfu sighs. “The princess is never even around for us to serve to begin with! Which makes this an easy assignment, but it’s also so… so…”

Before Yingfu can find the word that he’s looking for, the currents around them shift and change.

Changxi immediately straightens; he is familiar with this particular chill of energy. It must be–

“Princess,” Changxi turns towards the coral archway, “You’re finally back. I sincerely welcome… your… return…”

He trails off speechlessly, staring.

In front of him, the fox-jiao shakes its head and stretches, and the rippling motion travels through the serpentine length of its body. Diamond scales glitter and dissolve into seawater, as do long strands of soft white fur, and within moments there is no longer a chimeric beast-spirit standing in front of Changxi but a little human girl. A girl with the same foam-white hair and fathomless blue eyes–

–who also happens to be holding onto a… young… bird spirit?

“Oh my,” Yingfu murmurs quietly, and Changxi completely understands his cousin. The bird spirit wears the form of a young boy, but this boy does not resemble any human child that Changxi has seen before, whether it be from small fishing villages or Lord Osial’s underwater city.

The injuries that this child is sporting, dear god. There are deep cuts and lacerations in the boy’s body that look like age-old injuries, and his arm is crooked, as if a bone hadn’t been properly set straight after breaking. Large patches of skin are a mottled purple-black, heavy bruising enough to make Changxi wonder how this boy is even standing at all.

It’s not the princess’ handiwork. Some of these injuries look to have been deliberately inflicted for the sake of torture, and the princess has never been one for prolonging suffering meaninglessly.

… In fact, now that Changxi is paying closer attention, he notes with a sharp spike of alarm that there’s an elemental imprint on the bird spirit. A clear, possessive imprint that belongs to another god!

“Princess,” he swallows roughly. “Where did you find this boy? Are you aware that he’s–”

“Fix him, Changxi.”

The words die in Changxi’s mouth as he stares at his princess. This is the princess whom he has sworn himself to; the one who had never seemed emotionally attached to anything at all around her, yet carried out her duties as if it were an ingrained instinct. Even when so many feared her, isolated her. Even when her own parents had abandoned her–

Fix him, Changxi.

… When was the last time that his princess had looked directly at him, and addressed him by name like this? When has his princess ever asked Changxi for anything?

…

Changxi bows his head, as does Yingfu beside him. 

“As you command, princess.”

[aether-weather]

art blob....blegh

[anxhelotosuni]

30M25

[dailydefunctmangamagazine]

Aniparo Comics (アニパロコミックス) / Minorishobō (みのり書房) / May 1991 issue