#this website is trash

[blackpink]

there is a limit to likes and posts?!?!?!?!?!

[zeldadeservesabreak]

I scour the Zelda hashtag regularly to reblog posts and content for.

It’s always funny whenever I stumble across someone being a pill about the games, cuz they’re always shocked i even found them at all.

Pro-tip: hashtags on tumblr are absolutely useless and don’t actually work for sorting content at all. If you make a post with the word “Zelda” anywhere in it, even if you specifically don’t include it in the hashtags, it will still show up in the Zelda hashtags. That’s just how broken and poorly maintained this website is.

So next time you think you’re just venting into the void, be careful! It’s easier than you think to find your posts!

[mendely]

FUCK I AVCODJETALLY REPORTED A POST

HLEPPPP

[xsewyoux]

For April Fool's day I've decided that I'm going to be the fool and talk more about this piece because I'm super proud of it and I just want to. I'm a rambler so this'll all be under the cut, but if you don't care to read here's the concept I drew when I finally landed on an idea for this.

This game has spun a curse on me 'cause I haven't been able to stop thinking about it but not in the way that games like Smile For Me or Omori did where they gave me brain worms, I just... keep thinking about this game. And since I.V actually made the game quite enjoyable it actually gave me some inspiration to actually make something after almost a year.

Originally my first idea was to remake this Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World poster that you see hung up in everyone's bedrooms, with Vella instead of Scott.

It's hung up for a reason, this is an amazing poster. I had a vague idea of what the poster looked like so while I was sort of struggling to conceptualize the pose, I decided to look it up the poster to see how the title was coming out of the guitar only to find out that the pose I was thinking off was nothing like the poster. I knew I wouldn't be able to adapt the pose but even then I wasn't sure how the hell I was going to do the title the same way; I'm not a graphics designer or a typographer, I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to that. The Scott Pilgrim idea was out, but I still wanted to make a move poster thing with Vella. I eventually what I came up with was her sitting, facing away from the camera, looking down at the guitar she's playing. Either overlayed on her or behind her would be the Golden Alpaca's wings in a spaypainted/stenciled look. In the space above her would be "Vella Wilde is..." and underneath the wings "A Chance Traveler". I really liked the idea but I didn't think it would work without a proper background. I guess solid colour or a gradient would work but I wasn't too confident in that. The background that I thought was like her playing in a bar or a small venue and above her is William and the young woman she saw him wrap his arms around. Then came ripping what I needed from the game and I'm not going to talk about it but all you need to know is that it was actual pain. It's always a mix of pain and familiar comfort when fixing a ripped model in Blender. The models in YIIK don't actually deform the clothes or hair, it's just done through model swaps. And since I'm lazy and didn't want to have to manually scale each corresponding bone the right thing, I instead spent an entire day learning how to use python inside of drivers and then applying that to automatically swap each jacket/skirt/hair/whatever. The script itself is very very very simple but it's way easier to type SimpleJacket(values) like 30 times instead of the whole greater than less than thing. The correct thing to do would be to actually rig the things to properly deform (actually the correct thing would be to make your own freaking model when are you going to get off your butt and learn) but what I ended up with was really satisfying to play around with and use.

As I said at the top I decided to actually draw concept art for this (something I should do more this helped so much) and doing it in Blender kinda sucked thanks to a grease pencil bug that got fixed after I uploaded this.

One of the first things I had in mind for this poster was one of the credits at the bottom to say "Alex Eggleston is a fucking asshole", and at some point I thought it would be cool to have the name be different for the places I upload, between Eggleston and Eagleston. To continue with it, not sure when but before I drew the concept, I also decided to have who Vella's looking at also be different between Tumblr, Twitter, and Bluesky; William and some Essentia, The King and Queen, and Alex and Essentia 2000. And originally the crowd, and specifically them, were going to be drawn. But after drawing the concept and actually trying for the King and Queen, I gave up on that idea. But because of that now I had a problem with the first idea: If I'm not drawing them, I'm going to have to make a model for William's Deviant Perspective appearance to make it clear it's not just Wilfrid. But that's a problem for later.

Once I actually got to work on the crowd, I decided to just put the King and Queen in the middle as Wilfrid and William have the same model in game and it still kinda gets my original point across. Not sure when but I abandoned the idea of having other people in there and settled with it only being the King and Queen. It was also right at the end where I had to scrap the wings as I just couldn't get them to look right at all with how Vella was posed, and I felt that her having her back flat to the camera so that the wings could look right would actually make it look really flat. I tried maybe including the eyes at least but it just muddied the composition so the entire idea had to be scrapped. Of all the changes I'm the most bummed about not getting to include the wings. Though speaking of looking flat, I originally wanted the crowd to have an "IGOR'S THEME" type look to it, like in the concept, but I'm glad I didn't 'cause it also would have looked flat and be kinda claustrophobic.

A last second change was the sort of spot light effect over Wingus and Dingus to highlight them in the crowd. Up until that point it was just a normal fade out bottom to top. Glad I added it, made it look so much better. Honestly one of the hardest parts of this was actually the titling. My plan was to honestly find a font that l liked and also didn't look like crap, put it on an arch and hope for the best. TBH I got lucky with how it turned out. I think it was at this point also decided to compensate not having the others in the crowd with changing the title. On here and Bluesky it's A Chance Traveler (Bluesky got Eagleston while here got Eggleston), and on Twitter it was changed to "Vella Wilde hears... A Distant Voice", referencing the song having two names. In total there's 4 different versions; two Chance Travelers with Eggleston and Eagleston respectfully, and two Distant Voices with Eggleston and Eagleston respectfully as well. Distant Voice Eggleston didn't get uploaded.

Yeah that's kinda it. There were other things like obsessing over the ropesnek thing from the Kisage X movie sleeves, suddenly running out of shadow maps in Blender out of nowhere, triple checking to make sure I didn't misspell Allinson. But overall I'm really proud of what I ended up making, even if it's nothing like what I originally thought of or eventually planned on making. But in the end I actually think that this piece is the one I'm most proud of. yeah thanks for reading (no one read this) april fools I feel like a self absorbed jackass for writing all of this

Coming soon to a reality near you

Twitter link Bluesky link

[purlty23]

Have you had Nazi propaganda blazed onto your dashboard? Me too.

Its no secret that Tumblr doesn't give a damn about its user base. It's been made abundantly clear to me that not only do they not care. Tumblr is allowing posts with direct links to nazi propaganda and chatroom sites to be blazed!

The only reason I found this post? Because Tumblr put it in front of my face on my dashboard.

In the notes of this post there were dozens of reblogs with things like "is this an ARG?" "Oh whats this, save for later". One comment that said "tempting".

This is a neo nazi trying to recruit you.

Report this immediately. Do not click links. Email support@tumblr.com telling them that you don't want neo nazis paying them to show us this garbage.

If you want to know how I figured out what this was in more detail, I'll put it under a read more so that everyone can be a little safer and a little smarter out there.

First: I went to the persons blog.

This one in particular is clever enough to have an ask about palestinian donations as their first post. The second is the one screenshot above.

I kept scrolling. Most are youtube links posted with 0 notes or interaction. This is another link to the same site here.

If you scroll far enough, you'll see they've reblogged an original post.

If you directly copy and paste this text into google, you'll find exactly one result. A PDF in Bulgarian hosted on a website named aobg.org.

Sounds legit, right?

Its the official website for the Bulgarian Society of Anthroposophy. A 'new age spiritual movement based on German idealism'. A cult.

As soon as I made the connection, I knew that clicking the original link would lead me to something similar. I felt confident enough to click it safely (DO NOT TRY AT HOME), and was launched into the shittiest little pro Nazi website with a live chatroom on the side.

There are always signs, always queues. Do not be stupid out there. These are NOT ARGs. If you aren't sure, block and move on.

[clonerightsagenda]

Grading in the AI era is like *looks at first submission* huh that's a weird mistake *sees the same mistake in 4 other submissions* oh this is the chatGPT answer to this question isn't it

[thisgardenofromance]

Here's a tip for anyone looking for an Ouran writing prompt: go to the OHSHC fandom category on Fanfiction Net and scroll to the oldest fanfics, pick out some fics that look really interesting, and then write what you thought they would be instead of what they actually are because I guarantee you that summary didn't actually tell you shit.

[boringkate]

Just happy to be on a page where it doesn’t say “men DNI”. You’re awesome!!

men Do Nut Inmygeneraldirection

[sssssecret]

I would love to hear more stories about people's experiences with omo.org

Cause I fuckin hate that site

[yiddishfisting]

i need him to die so badly

[tinyspacecowboy]

Did a final paper on Mark Z. Danielewski, I might've gone down a strange rabbit hole, got obsessed with Poe, and found his old myspace account.  

It was great.

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

sometimes i do kinda wanna go back to da but. it supports ai art and supports genocide. so

[indiegame]

cleaned out the fridge 👍

[a-room-of-my-own]

🤣🤣🤣🤣

[hotluncheddie]

🍞

Rated: E | tags: objectification, dehumanisation, chubby Eddie Munson, funnel feeding, they’re in love

( This is very self indulgent & inspired by lovely talks with @scoops-aboy86 ;3c )

//

Eddie lays on their big kitchen island - Italian marble counters or whatever it was Steve and Robin decided would be best to furnish their LA home. Which Eddie bought for them after his third album went platinum and he decided he wanted a break from touring, and from being in the public eye so much.

Steve needed it for cooking, which he’s always been good at but his now endless time, a calm mind and a preference for cooking classes along with his yoga means that he’s Michelin grade for all Eddie can tell.

And taste, because everything Steve makes for him tastes amazing and Eddie, if he can, and especially if he’s told to, always eats all of it. And some.

So he’s laying on his back, on the kitchen island, and is considering how much longer until they can’t do this anymore, or can’t do it in this position, because his stomach is starting to encroach on his breathing, laying prone like he is. Maybe he could lay on his side, or they could do it on the couch so he can be propped up. Although, that might ruin the whole, vibe.

Eddie’s stomach rumbles gently as he lets his mind slowly filter away anything that isn’t Steve or Steve’s food. Which he gets to do because he’s good, and he earned it. So he knows he’ll get Steve’s food, because he always does, but he also gets extra special treatment because he’s good.

He gets to be Steve’s thing for the evening, which is why he’s on the kitchen island.

‘Dough always needs kneading until it’s smooth.’ Steve mutters, sinking his fingers into Eddie flesh, a small frown between his eyebrows.

There’s an apron tied around Steve’s slim waist, his sweater rolled up his forearms. His fingers dipping into soft flesh and Eddie watched through fuzzy eyes as the muscles in Steve’s arms flex when he manoeuvres chubby arms and legs this way and that. Squishing and squeezing Eddie’s rolls as and when he pleases. Making little grumbling noises as if it isn’t quite right yet.

Eddie’s wholes body is slack, and he’s panting slightly.

Eventually Steve must decide Eddie is properly kneaded and he turns to wash his hands in the sink. This sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine.

‘Oil and leave a warm dry place, let the dough rise until it’s around twice the size it was originally.’ Steve recites, pouring oil over his fingers and letting it dribble across Eddie’s skin.

Steve’s wide palms smooth across the pale expanse, over his tattoos, faded scars and stretch marks, some old and silvery, others pink and fresh with new growth.

His eyelashes flutter as Steve massages him, brain empty to anything other than the feel of his weight being moved. Tended to like the lump that he is, something to work, to help grow.

‘20 minutes should do it.’ Steve mumbles, draping a towel over Eddies torso. It covers him from neck to bellybutton, a thin cotton more like a kitchen towel than bathroom one. It used to cover him to the top of his thighs, but, with Steve here to knead him and prove him and nurture him in that kind way he treats his things, Eddie��s grown so much.

He revels in this as Steve leaves him, shuffling over to the kitchen table to read his book. Eddie left to do his only job, which is lay here until Steve deems him ready for more.

Eventually Steve returns, his slippers padding across the tile and rousing Eddie from his floaty daydreams; fuzzy pictures of Steve using him like as a cup holder or pillow or coatrack. Nice things, warm and pleasant. Taking off parts of him to tuck away in the wardrobe or between the linens. Leaving him in the draw with the cutlery for a while. ‘Think it needs a little longer.’ Steve says, and Eddie cracks an eye open.

The funnel they bought attaches to a stand they had to get custom made so it could be easily wheeled and taken apart. Stainless steel and lightweight, but sturdy for the wide black funnel and attached pipe.

Steve takes something out of the fridge and sets it on the counter with a thud. Then the pipes nozzle is placed gently but firmly between Eddie’s lips.

He blinks slow, tilting his head back and focusing on Steve’s face.

‘The best dough doubles in size after proving.’ He whispers, eyes soft. He checks the placement of the nozzle again and strokes the tips of his fingers feather light across Eddie’s cheek.

Eddie nods.

Cool thick shake hits his tongue and he breaths deep through his nose as his senses light up.

Swallowing slowly and methodically Eddie drinks the shake as it comes, as Steve gives it. He’s just starting to feel the cool liquid lining all four corners of his stomach when Steve pauses, returning the jug to the counter and lifting the towel, poking a finger into Eddie’s belly.

His finger must sink in more than he wants because no sooner had he stopped does the feeding continue.

It goes like that for Eddie doesn’t know how long. All he knows is swallow what Steve gives and keep breathing slow. But once the second jug taken from the fridge is nearing its end, breathing slow becomes more of a challenge, and he can feel how little Steve finger is able to press in. Can feel how the towel has ridden up and is fighting to stay put on the crest of his belly, gathering slightly at his chubby neck.

Finally though, the jug is set aside and Eddie opens his sleepy eyes again. Steve taking the nozel from his mouth and wiping his chin clean.

Slowly the towel is removed and Steve smiles down at Eddie, stroking his hair, and all over Eddie feels sun warmed and sanctified.

‘A perfect rise.’ He whispers and Eddie beams from deep in his chest.

His mind is a gooey expanse, moving slow as warm honey. But he manages to wiggle his fingers and toes just to check they’re still there. His stomach is a dull ache of imense fullness and he registers for the first time his hard cock leaking hot and heavy against his thigh.

‘Now we bake.’

Steve squeezes Eddie’s fingers, moving down the counter and out of sight. He feels hot wet lips kiss his cock head and shudders all over.

Buried deep in Steve’s throat Eddie keens, unable to see him over the rise of his full belly. Eddie lays still because he’s good, only moving his hands in order to grip his own soft sides.

He cums with a whimper and a sigh, everything easy and slow under Steve’s watchful care.

Then Steve is lifting himself onto the counter and straddling one thick thigh. Grinding his exposed cock against Eddie’s underbelly. Hips moving steady and deep, using the soft body that he built. Steve’s eyes are blown and half lidded, Eddie can’t help but stare at the pretty pink of his tongue where it sits over his bottom row of teeth. Steve’s lips parted and panting.

And as Steve spills over, as he groans his release across soft rolls, Eddie’s chest swells. He feels so useful. So needed and good. He got Steve there, to the hight of pleasure, simply by being Steve’s. By letting Steve make him perfect.

‘Fresh bread, my favourite.’ Steve smiles, leaning his chin between Eddies soft pecs and tracing the pink stretch marks on his inner arm.

Eddie giggles. Steve sucks a nipple into his mouth and bites gently.

He sighs, he loves being Steve’s favourite thing.

//

Wg tag list: @wheneverfeasible @victorclays @cheesedoctor

[sodafrog13]

we should just burn every social media website to the ground and start communicating primarily through carrier pigeons i think