#or pip for short

[tohakumaru]

once upon a time, there was a crow who lived too long for it own good. one day, death came to him: "crow, I think it's your time to go"; to which the crow lamented,

"i'm afraid i cannot go, for i have not yet found myself a bride. how could one leave, without once being in love"

death thought for a moment and agreed, "perhaps there's something in that. very well, keep looking, but i will be back."

so the crow kept living, and searching. for more than 300 years it roamed the earth. it stood at cross roads, perched on fences, flew accross star-lit nights, and basked its shiny black wings through sun and rain.

it cawed under rose-tinted windows and breezy barn-doors, frequented markets and fairs, even did its fair share of songs at spring-time dances. yet, tried as it might, the crow could not find someone to love. this was certainly not through a fault in character - the crow was just so content with itself, longing was something much unheard of.

and how could one be in love, without once yearning?

another 300 years passed, and time caught up with the crow. little by little, the fraying nipped at its tail, all the way to the back of its mind. sleep started to feel like dredge at the bottom of a wine glass. the crow found itself walking a lot now. the sky was just as beautiful as ever, but its feet found comfort in the sturdiness of the soil.

another sunny day, the crow was wandering through the woods when, from deep in the dark pine groves, came low hums and whistles in a foreign tongue that peaked its curiosity. following the sound, the crow arrived at a clearing to see a strange being: a maiden covered from head to toe in veils and cloths. she sat on top of a dark buffalo, hands deftly spinning wool from a drop spindle. the crow was awe-struck, and took a step closer.

the maiden looked up, greeted the crow with flutting lashes and glinting eyes behind the black black head-cloth. it knew then, that it was in love.

courting was a simple affair. the centuries taught the crow very well, on how to go about things. before another spring rolls around, the crow's wedding was all in place. man, beasts, birds and other things all came to rejoyce the matrimony of the crow and the maiden in black. they all sang and danced through 3 night and 3 days. afterall, it was not so often that a crow found love.

when the wine stopped flowing, the fireworks died down and the guest left, the crow and its bride went to bed. finally, under the cover of darkness, it gently lifted the black veil from her head. they gazed at each other adoringly, a smile drew on both their faces. with reverence, the crow pressed its beak against death's lips, and fell asleep.

[emmyp0ps]

I figured out how to make waddle dee’s look extra squishy

[helpimsleepdeprived]

your package 🧐

came 🧐

in the male...?

[pinofdnp]

<3

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

I hope all my active mutuals and followers are mortified by the fact I’m slowly getting into OG League of Legends lore and thereby becoming a League of Legends fan outside of Arcane. You can’t get rid of me. You just have to accept my presence on your dash.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

“omg we’ve been there” “omg this happened there” “omg this hint is an in joke that only applies to us” “omg even though i made this to challenge you and know all the answers i’m gonna help you get them right” WHY DID THEY COUPLEIFY GEOGUESSER I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE

[oakt733]

pictures of my pets i use as reaction images and think other people should also

[phormlessblob]

the dnp cultural impact remains unmatched

[emberzzstellar]

"Dont look at me with those eyes"

Haha guys get it the stan is the moon and pip is the sun in this

Ok bye

[nyasha-parashaa33]

SHORT KING MAMA AYE

[mage8]

How was I ok during the Hiatus!? I was thrilled and fulfilled with one tiktok every three months. 😭 now I'm edgy and tense a day after they post a video, knowing it'll be about a week before they post another. It's three days now since the last video and I'm straight up tweaking!

[emotoangel]

okay so if the hypothetically leaked thing DOES happen like ,, can we agree to go all out. I’m talking era themed outfits, friendship bracelets, the whole shabang

[marbeeowl]

a short story dedicated to this picture

--------------- - Well, how many times have I told you that they will dump you?

The black-haired guy exhaled indignantly and irritably. His already perpetually gloomy face became even darker. Dima Ternov, ternovik, devil, that's what the others called him. And he matched with his nicknames. His sharp tongue was both his friend and enemy, and the whole gloomy and dark appearance of that guy repelled, as if saying "Don't come near - it will kill you". He always knew that pioneering was stupid, that there were no friends there, that everything there was as hypocritical as in any "firm". Yes, everyone work together, help each other in small things, but no one is really friends there. So he believed in his opinion, he saw the confirmation of his point of view.

- And they didn't dump me at all...Big deal, they forgot at the bus stop..I'll go to the museum next time. What I didn't see there..

He was answered by a blond boy wearing a newspaper man's cap in the English manner, who walked next to him with a frustrated, but not discouraged look. Philip Pirronov, or as he was affectionately called sometimes, Philya, was the complete opposite of Dmitry in every sense. Always cheerful and polite, a young pioneer, proud to wear his red tie. He piously believe that pioneering was honorable, that all pioneers were good and responsive, despite the fact that his "friends" from the same brigade made fun of him. Is he too kind and trusting? Definitely. Did he realize that he had been made a kind of punching bag? Definitely not. They might have been tolerant of him, but they always dumped him to the rough work. However, Philip never complained and, on the contrary, was proud that he could do something useful. And what a surprise it was that such a simpleton would be able to make friends with almost an enemy of the pioneer party, who openly called it all nonsense. Although at first it was difficult to call it friendship. Dima just made an errand boy out of him, give-and-bring something, nothing more. Over time, he began to stand up for him. And now, taking him by the hand and carrying his briefcase along with his own, he accompany him home. Dima sometimes wondered himself: why was he so soft? Why does he get into fights for this fool? Why is he comforting when Philip has once again become the one on whom all the dogs are unleashed even though he has done nothing wrong? Neither Ternov nor Pirronov himself knew. However, even though Dima grumbled about it, he did not regret anything.

- You're a fool. How many times have I told you that? - Five in a day, probably.. - So I'll tell the sixth: You're an idiot. Someday I'll leave you and figure it out on your own, until you realize with your empty little head that I'm right.

The blond boy just smiled, letting out a short laugh. He was used to Ternov's sarcasm and sometimes it seemed funny to him. Philya raised his eyes, blue as the summer sky, at him, looking at him with the same cheerful sparkle in them.

- Did you not join the pioneers so as not to be in my place, or because you didn't want to, huh? - Maybe. ---------------

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

If we ever lose the Naph and Viktor story on the League of Legends site I don’t think I’ll ever recover. Please you can’t take them from me. Viktor and the child that hangs around his lab sometimes are so dear to my soul.

[incorrect-tit-tour-predictions]

my tit prediction is that this tour is going to kill all of us

...yup

[fatherphaniel]

dip and pip have inspired me to wear my cuntiest outfit

which happens to include my university merch lol